He held her wrist harder because he understood her.
"You should thank me for helping you. Give orders to your subordinates."
Zhuo Jian pushed his hand away, turned around and got into the car.
Immediately they left the parking lot next to the TV station and were on their way to the mall.
Fu Yanye suddenly felt that the hand he held hers was suddenly cold. She really didn't care about his feelings at all now, and he lost face.
How does she plan to help him?
Find that man...
Fu Yanye clenched his hands and stood in the wind, telling himself to stay calm.
Zhuo Jian actually arrived at the mall, but he didn't have the energy to get out of the car again. He turned to look at Jian Qian: "Can I break the appointment today?"
"Sister, do you want me to take you back?"
"I'm fine."
Zhuo Jian said.
"Okay, my mobile phone is on 24 hours a day. Remember to call me if you need anything."
Jian Qian knew that Zhuo Jian needed someone, so she got out of the car after saying that.
In fact, after getting off the bus, she felt that shopping was boring. After seeing Zhuo Jian driving away, she planned to take a taxi and leave, but suddenly she saw a familiar person standing opposite.
They haven't seen each other for a long time and haven't even contacted each other.
The gap between their identities is too great.
She is not Cinderella, but he is a prince.
The eldest son of the Liu Group, no, is now the chairman.
He was engaged to another woman, just two days ago.
Although she didn't publicize it much, how could she not know?
The first person Liu Jingyuan informed was her.
When Liu Yuntian pursued Zhuo Jian, Liu Jingyuan only stopped him because of Fu Yanye. If it was another man's wife, Liu Jingyuan probably wouldn't care. After all, Zhuo Jian's family background was there. Even if the Zhuo family disappeared later,
What about her? Even though her surname is Jian, she has no trace of the Jian family’s blood, and her father is a gambler.
So, since he made the right choice, why would he come to her again?
Could it be that you can't let go of her?
Jian Qian doesn't think so. At most, it's just for a love affair.
The snow has finally started to fall, and it’s almost time to go out in the first month of the year.
Jian Qian looked at the snow in the sky and suddenly thought that in the north, snowing in February and March is actually not a strange thing.
So, why is it so strange that he is looking for her?
——
Zhuo Jian planned to see the child, but when the car arrived at the old house, she did not go in.
Too many topics in it will revolve around that person.
She turned around again, but when Wang Rui followed her, she slowly stopped.
Wang Rui followed and she opened the car window. When the two looked at each other, she asked, "Are you looking for Fu Yanye?"
"yes."
Zhuo Jian didn't ask any more questions, but she just had nowhere to go, so she stopped at the beach.
Or maybe it just snowed, so it's still a little cold, but also very sober.
The waves chased me one after another, hitting the rocks and the shore, and also hit my heart.
Later, she lit a cigarette and sat alone on the front of the car, quietly blowing the sea breeze.
I really didn't expect that I was born here, grew up here, and have been an adult for so long, but I don't even have a place to stay.
She hugged her knees and continued to smoke one cigarette after another.
She thought carefully about Cheng Nuo's bag wearing a ZJ. In fact, it was not difficult to own.
She knew that it was not Fu Yanye who sent it to Cheng Nuo, but it was probably that time when she met Liang Yu in the mall. Liang Yu learned that the bags Fu Yanye ordered for her all had those two letters on them.
Liang Yu.
But Liang Yu, she really didn't expect that the eldest lady of the Liang family would one day degenerate like this.
Zhuo Jian looked up at the sky, still gloomy, not knowing what color it would be next.
Her figure is too slender, and even if she wears a coat, it cannot block her graceful figure. However, even though she has a figure and face that most people don't have, she is not happy. She is like a gloomy sky, even a little depressed.
