Shen Moli stared at him for a long time before lowering her eyes and muttering: "I hope you said so yourself."
Otherwise, she would strangle him to death first and then chop that old woman Liang Yu to death.
Chen wanted to see her happily holding that bag again, and couldn't help but laugh. How could there be such a stupid woman? She would be so happy if someone just spent some money to buy a bag for her. And the look of the bag was very... About one hundred thousand more.
It’s not like she doesn’t have a multi-million dollar bag, hey.
Wang Rui drove Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian, glanced at them in the rearview mirror, as if they were across the border between Chu and Han, and asked, "Boss, madam, should we go to Shengyuan or the old house?"
"Old house."
"Shengyuan."
The two people spoke at the same time and then looked at each other.
"Let's take Mr. Fu back to Shengyuan first."
Zhuo Jian quickly said something to Wang Rui.
"Don't bother, let's go back to the old house together."
When he returned to his old house, he would sleep in the guest room. He was upset and couldn't get angry again.
Seeing him give in, Zhuo Jian thought of the bracelet in the office again, so she didn't say anything more.
But Fu Yanye turned to look at her and asked, "Do you think I look like a single man now?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully.
"Or is it better to be alone?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
Wang Rui was driving in front, but he understood that their boss was accusing him, and guessed that they probably slept in separate beds.
Who would have known that it wasn't just beds?
Fu Yanye accidentally saw her clean, slender hands again, and sighed in annoyance, "Can't you put the wedding ring back on? Do you think it looks good on me alone?"
With this questioning tone, Zhuo Jian looked at him again, well, he must have really drunk too much.
"Everyone at the dinner asked me why I didn't see you wearing a wedding ring recently. Do you know how embarrassed I am?"
Fu Yanye continued to complain.
Although his voice was low, he was clearly dissatisfied.
Zhuo Jian looked out the window for a while and said helplessly: "Why don't you take it off too."
"..."
Fu Yanye was so angry that he wanted to bite her, especially when she lifted her hair behind her ears and exposed her long swan neck.
The phone in her bag rang, and she took it out and looked at it.
Zhuang Mingli’s WeChat.
"The moon is lacking today."
The pixels of his mobile phone are too good, right?
Zhuo Jian thought after seeing that photo.
Fu Yanye became even more depressed. He lowered his eyes and saw the words Zhuang Mingli and the contents of their WeChat messages.
Zhuo Jian replied, "She's quite beautiful."
Zhuang Mingli immediately replied to her, "Not as beautiful as you."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Zhuang Mingli: "It would be great if you were here. If we admire the moon together, I might also find it a bit beautiful."
Fu Yanye: "Humph."
Someone suddenly made a sound in the quiet space. Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, "Is something wrong, Mr. Fu?"
"Look at the snow, the sea and the moon. You two have such a good relationship."
He almost gritted his teeth, but looked a little childish.
Wang Rui felt that a jar of vinegar had been knocked over in the car. It was too sour, but was there vinegar in their car?
“It’s really good.”
After Zhuo Jian said this, the sour taste became even stronger.
Fu Yanye looked at her and said nothing for a long time, but soon, he suddenly leaned over...