As soon as he sat down on the sofa, he heard this sentence, and then raised his eyes to look at her, "Sleep with you, don't worry about me."
"You think you are taking care of me, but you don't know that your recovery will be slower if I watch you."
"..."
He really thought she was reluctant to leave him when she saw him sleeping on the sofa, it turned out.
Later, she put the red envelope under her pillow, then picked up her phone and looked at it for a while.
Jian Qian said she wanted to visit her but her ward did not allow visits.
Zhuo Jian simply asked her to see her after she was discharged from the hospital. After all, she couldn't bear to ask everyone to come to the hospital to see her during the Chinese New Year.
It warms her heart to know that everyone cares about her.
She felt that it was unnecessary to care about just one person.
That's the person lying down on the sofa.
She used to be fascinated by him all day long, no matter how cruel he was and how hard he hurt her.
But now, when she saw him, she felt panicked.
——
For several days, the two legal teams of Fu Zhuang were fighting fiercely, but not a single word was leaked in the city. What is even more incredible is that the protagonists of this lawsuit did not even mention a word to each other.
One time when Zhuo Jian was getting an injection, her lawyer called her and didn't know what to ask her. He was clearly right in front of her, but she lowered her head and said calmly, "Yes, we do have no feelings anymore. We haven't interfered with each other for a long time.
I only heard that they once shared a guest room, oh, and that he bought an entertainment company for that woman and gave that woman a customized package. You have to ask the parties involved for the details of their relationship."
Fu Yanye stood in front of her bed and kept looking at her. He even expected her to raise her eyes to look at him, but he didn't wait.
For half a month, all the toxins in Zhuo Jian's body were eliminated, and he was allowed to leave the hospital after being sure that there was no problem. During this period, no one else came to visit except the children and Ouyang Ping, but the couple did not talk much.
On the day he was discharged from the hospital, Zhuo Jian sat in his passenger seat and finally spoke to him, very calmly: "I don't want to go to the old house."
Fu Yanye did not object and said calmly, "Go back to Shengyuan."
"The children have to go back too."
"Can."
As long as she asked, he would agree to everything except driving him away, but he would not be embarrassed.
That night, Zhang Mingliang and Zhong Mai went to see her in Shengyuan. They chatted until about ten o'clock before reluctantly leaving. Fu Yanye closed the door and turned around. The people who were sitting in the living room had already gone upstairs.
She was too lazy and just used the elevator.
Fu Yanye stood in the middle of the living room, feeling powerless and powerless towards her.
On the second night after returning to Shengyuan, only Fu Yanye and her children were dining at home. Chengcheng saw that her mother's seat was empty. Although she knew that her mother was going to eat with friends, she still couldn't help but asked: "Dad, who is mommy?"
Don’t you want to get rid of you?”
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at his eldest son.
Dump?
Is this a question that a boy with no hair on his head should communicate with him?
Besides, does she dare?
"Dad, my great-grandmother said that there is a very handsome uncle who is chasing mommy. Is it true?"
"Don't talk while eating."
Fu Yanye felt even more headache when he heard this.
Seeing that their father didn't like to talk, Cheng Qing and Cheng Li lowered their heads to eat their dinner. After dinner, they planned to coax their sister to sleep.
After dinner, the three sons were coaxing their daughter to sleep. He checked his watch at the door and saw that it was already past nine o'clock and she was still not back.
Fu Yanye glanced at his eldest son in pajamas, walked to the bed and said, "Fu Chengqian, go call your mommy."
"ah?"
"It's too late, let her go home early."
"ah?"
"ah?"
Fu Yanye was angry when his son said nothing else.
"oh."
Chengcheng thought there was no need for him even if he called, right? But he didn't dare to make his father angry, so he still felt pressured to call Zhuo Jian.
Fu Yanye was next to him, and the two men were in the same room. Chengcheng dialed Zhuo Jian's number, and Zhuo Jian answered quickly.