When she thought about it more carefully, she realized that she might have been overthinking it. They were all so familiar and had such a good relationship with each other. What could they hide from her? They were all looking after her.
Soon, the music outside changed to lyrical music. Ouyang Ping glanced outside and asked Zhuo Jian: "Are you still not planning to stop the divorce lawsuit between you and Fu Yanye?"
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly when he heard what was going on.
"Is Fu Yanye still so strong recently?"
Ouyang Ping is looking for topics.
"Sister, I can't expect a person who has been domineering for more than thirty years to change into a different person in a few days."
"..."
"I don't want him to become a modest gentleman or a gentle gentleman."
"..."
"The problem between us..."
Zhuo Jian didn't want to recall those bad past events and looked outside.
The music outside attracted her, with a slightly dry voice. She wondered, when did Fanxing change his style?
Generally, the deeper the night goes, the more passionate the music becomes.
"Shall we go back?"
Zhuo Jian glanced at his watch and suggested.
She didn't want to stay any longer.
I don’t know if it’s a matter of age, but she now dislikes songs about love less and less, especially those so-called sad or healing ones.
"It's still too early, there are still programs."
Ouyang Ping said calmly and looked outside again.
"What kind of show is it? It's so late?"
Zhuo Jian felt bored and wanted to go home, eat, bathe and sleep alone, quietly.
There was a sudden burst of cheers outside.
The two of them looked outside again and walked out of the bathroom. They couldn't see clearly what was going on at the stadium outside the corridor. It was just that the lights and the crowd were all gathered together. The music changed from "If I Don't Have You" to a Korean song.
The love song sounds familiar to me, but I can't remember the name at the moment.
"I recently received a divorce case. Why do you think the couple divorced?"
Ouyang Ping continued to look for topics.
"Emotionally exhausted?"
Zhuo Jian guessed.
"Children's education issues."
Ouyang Ping said.
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly when he heard this. They didn't have any problems in this area.
"Actually, aside from the fact that Fu Yanye is too possessive of you, are there any other problems between you two?"
Ouyang Ping asked her again.
Zhuo Jian looked outside in silence. All she could think about now was going home.
Suddenly I realized that I don’t like parties or crowds of people, I just want to be alone.
Ouyang Ping naturally saw that she was eager to return home. Fortunately, a call finally came in on her mobile phone. She glanced at it and immediately put the mobile phone back into her pocket, "Let's go back."
"Um."
Finally I can go back.
But as soon as they went out, they heard cheers.
Zhuo Jian stopped in confusion, Ouyang Ping put her arm around her shoulders, "Let's go."
Zhuo Jian glanced at her, then looked at the crowd again.
Everyone stood up, divided into two lines, and everyone stared at her.
Zhuo Jian felt something was wrong and couldn't help but look deeper into the crowd.
Red roses paved a road, and at the end of the road was a familiar figure to her.
Well, it feels like we haven't seen each other for a long time, and we feel like we are seeing each other again after a long absence.
It's just that this reunion after a long absence seems to have been planned in advance.
He stood at the end coldly and walked towards her slowly.
In Zhuo Jian's sight, he became clearer and clearer. He was tall and powerful. She could clearly see the suit he was wearing. She had met a designer on a business trip and ordered it for him.
He was still wearing the tie she chose, the belt she chose, and the leather shoes she chose. With his hands behind his back, he finally arrived in front of her with warmth and aura.
Zhuo Jian felt more and more bored that something was being hidden. After he stood still, he immediately asked him: "What on earth are you doing?"
Fu Yanye smiled lightly, but did not take his hand back, but looked at her with gentle and deep eyes.
Suddenly friends gathered around and shouted two words over and over again, "Propose, propose, propose..."