"Oops! Why did it rain suddenly? You two, please stay the night tonight!"
Before she could recover, the old lady's unexpected decision rang in her ears.
Zhuo Jian was heartbroken, but he soon came back to life and said pitifully: "Grandma, I suddenly remembered that I have a manuscript to write and I have to go back and work overtime."
"Your station manager still dares to ask you to work overtime?"
The eldest young master who had been silent until now suddenly spoke.
The elders suddenly felt that there was something they didn't know and looked at them curiously.
Then I heard Fu Yanye say: "Give me his number."
Zhuo Jian saw that he had already taken out his mobile phone and wanted to call their station commander to accuse him?
"The station director is not responsible for writing manuscripts. This is a private job for me."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to explain it to him, fearing that he would scare someone older than him again.
That day, the director's wife almost knelt down for her. She was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
When Fu Yanye heard this, he looked at her carefully: "Are you still taking on private work?"
Zhuo Jian thought, I don’t want to pay you back as soon as possible.
"Baby, why do you still need to take on private work? Live broadcasting every day is hard enough."
The old lady looked at her with pity and admiration and said.
"Before I returned to China, I wrote articles for a magazine. Later, the TV station's work load was not too heavy, so I continued writing."
Zhuo Jian said.
"It turns out that it's good to do more things to enrich yourself, but don't be too tired."
Wang Yue warned her.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian nodded, but couldn't help but glance outside.
"Don't write tonight. It's rare for you to come back to accompany me, and it rains. If you go back, it only means that our family's relationship is not good."
said the old lady.
"..."
Zhuo Jian was defeated again.
After dinner, the family was drinking tea and watching Korean dramas in the living room. Fu Yanye was always there, but he kept looking at his phone and did not join in the conversation.
The atmosphere was always good until Wang Yue suddenly asked: "That's weird, why do you keep using your left hand today? Aren't you tired?"
Fu Yanye subconsciously raised his eyes to meet hers.
At the same time, Zhuo Jian felt another thud in his heart, like a vase falling to the ground, and then subconsciously looked at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye glanced at her, and then said lightly: "I'm not tired!" and continued to look at his phone.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but wonder, was he going to tell his elders that his arm was broken?
She could understand his feelings of not wanting to tell his elders, but she felt that he couldn't hide it.
The old man and the old lady left after watching the show, and Fu Zhengzheng took his wife to bed, leaving only the two of them on the sofa for a while.
Zhuo Jian actually subconsciously wanted to follow the old lady, but couldn't find the space to talk.
The old couple looked very affectionate, so she didn't want to disturb them.
As for Wang Yue, she hugged her husband, as close as a newlywed couple.
Zhuo Jian unconsciously hugged the pillow and looked directly at the screen.
The two of them seemed to be separated by mountains and seas, so they didn't bother each other.
The huge living room suddenly became quiet, and only the news replay on the TV continued.
Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that this was actually her news today. Looking at the logo of the station, it turned out to be their station.
Do the elders only watch this one channel?
Once Zhuo Jian had such an idea, he felt a surge of heat in his heart.
Better not!
Fu Yanye looked at her phone and suddenly asked her: "Which room do you sleep in?"
"ah?"
"You've already sued me, how can I still expect you to sleep in the same bed with me?"