"If it is too easy to get, others will not cherish it."
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't know why, but she felt that these words should not be put here.
But he still nodded silently.
You can indeed ask for a favor!
In fact, she knew how to benefit herself, but she didn't dare to benefit from him.
When Zhuo Jian looked at him later, he would feel unreal.
After dinner that night, the two of them had no special activities. She lay on the sofa and chatted with Ouyang Ping for a while before she started to feel sleepy, and then fell asleep in a daze.
Fu Yanye was still holding her phone when she heard a WeChat message ringing from her phone on the sofa and raised her eyes.
When he got out of bed and saw her sleeping there, he couldn't help but sit down next to her.
Picked up her phone and opened it.
Ouyang Ping: "So your husband still can't bear to see you being embarrassed, honey, do you still want to sue him? My father asked you to consider this matter carefully."
Is she still preparing to ask Ouyang Ping's father to help her file for divorce?
Fu Yanye's dark eyes looked at the gentle and gentle girl while she was sleeping. He leaned over and lay down on her side, and his long and bony fingers gently traced her warm skin.
The hand that touched her face was her right hand.
He couldn't help but wonder, how could she be willing to believe him?
Fu Yanye's beautiful fingers gently stretched between her fingers and interlocked with hers.
She didn't wear the ring she bought last time. Where did she put it? And when did she plan to wear it?
Fu Yanye looked at the clean fingers of the two people. There was nothing on the fingers of the two married people.
Shouldn't he have given her a ring when she left that year?
In that case, maybe she can still love him for a while longer?
She was still young when they got married, and he thought she wasn't that sensitive about emotional matters.
——
It’s early November, it’s winter!
Zhuo Jian accompanied him out of the hospital and then entered the sea view apartment in Shengyuan.
Fu Yanye worked on the sofa, and Zhuo Jian helped him cook in the kitchen. Occasionally, she went out to see him and found that he could play with a notebook with one hand, and unconsciously admired his flexibility.
In the afternoon, Wu Fei came to deliver documents to him for signature, and brought a few boxes along the way.
Zhuo Jian stood aside and watched, frowning unconsciously.
Fu Yanye actually accepted the gift?
"These are all sent by Mr. Wang, saying they are gifts for the young lady."
Wu Fei stood aside and answered seriously.
Fu Yanye didn't even look at it, he just said: "Yeah!"
Zhuo Jian's scalp tightened when she heard the word "young madam" and she couldn't help but ask her: "Is it possible that everyone in your office building calls me young madam?"
"Now the whole city, no, the whole world knows that you are our Fu family's young lady."
"..."
Wu Fei was quite happy when she said this.
Zhuo Jian was frightened and couldn't help but glance at Fu Yanye.
"Leave your things and go."
Fu Yanye handed her the signed document.
"Okay! Then I won't disturb Mr. Fu and Madam! Madam, please don't send me away!"
Wu Fei nodded and went out by herself.
Zhuo Jian wanted to laugh a little, but after seeing Wu Fei leave, she unconsciously murmured: "The call was quite smooth."
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at her: "What did you say?"
Zhuo Jian met his dark eyes and twitched the corner of her mouth: "I said Secretary Wu can call you Madam easily, but Mr. Ye, no, maybe I should call you Mr. Fu like everyone else, you really don't
Are you ready to clarify with the media?"
"Clarify what?"
Fu Yanye looked at the emails on his computer again.
Zhuo Jian felt that they needed to have a serious communication about this matter, so she leaned over, pressed his notebook with her hand and closed it gently for him, looked at him with clear eyes, and said seriously: "We have to talk!"