After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she avoided him and walked upstairs.
Fu Yanye frowned.
What does she mean?
His tall body turned slightly to one side and looked at her thin figure.
What did she just say?
Sweet, a picture he should like?
Not only did she think that they would get back together, but she also thought of something else?
The images of her kissing him all of a sudden appeared in his mind.
Those images made his blood boil.
Yes, can he still miss this night?
So many nights have passed.
Fu Yanye sighed and murmured: "Just wait."
Sooner or later one day.
When he returned to his room, he saw Cheng Tian sleeping on his bed. After lying down, he suddenly felt warmer again. It was good to have the little princess with him.
That woman can't run away anyway.
——
When Zhuo Jian woke up in the morning, he saw a missed call. He habitually muted the call before going to bed. When he saw it was from Jian Qian, he immediately called back.
"Hello?"
"Hello?"
What Zhuo Jian heard was a hoarse male voice.
"Which one?"
"Who are you? Where is Jian Qian?"
Zhuo Jian looked at the phone in confusion and asked again after realizing that he had made the right call.
A busy signal came out quickly, and Zhuo Jian's heart jumped to his throat.
Not long after, Zhuo Jian called again, and someone on the other end picked up the call. It was Jian Qian who finally said, "Hey, sister, I have something to do now. I'll tell you later."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Jian Qian hung up the phone, then covered herself with the quilt and looked at the man sitting next to her.
The man also frowned, bare his upper body, scratched his hair in frustration, and then stared at her, "Jian Qian, please give me a price."
"What's the price?"
"What? Free?"
"..."
Jian Qian was stunned.
The man laughed, got up and picked up the clothes on the ground.
Jian Qian was stunned. His wheat-colored skin looked quite strong.
She didn't dare to look anymore and turned her head to look away.
"Here's my business card. Call me if you need anything."
The man threw a business card on the bed, picked up his suit jacket and left.
Jian Qian watched him leave and then looked at the business card on the bed. She picked it up and saw his name, "Feng Ying."
Not from here.
I don't know why, but I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.
It's nice not to be in the same city.
She drank too much last night, but how could she get a room with a man?
Jian Qian looked around and then felt a splitting headache.
What happened to her?
Yesterday I saw the video of Liu Yuntian taking the marriage certificate. He and the woman were cuddling together, as if they had known each other for many years and had a good relationship.
Wait for him?
Jian Qian has never seen any hope in waiting, neither her father nor Liu Yuntian.
Soon after she left the hotel, she received a call from the TV station and immediately took a taxi back to change clothes and then go to work.
When Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye took their children back to the city and met her, she just smiled bitterly and said, "That's what happened. I have no memory at all."
"If you really want memories, I can help you find them."
"ah?"
Jian Qian raised her head from her desk and looked at her, a little dumbfounded.
"You drank in Fanxing. If you want to adjust the surveillance, it's just a matter of words."