But it was too early to draw a conclusion now, so Zhuo Jian didn't give her much guidance.
Jian Qian suddenly said: "I may have made a wrong decision."
"What?"
"It's all Mr. Liu's fault."
It was his sudden appearance that made her unable to calm down.
I mistakenly agreed to something that Feng Ying shouldn't have agreed to.
Just when she was feeling regretful, Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang, and soon the two sisters entered the conference room together.
When Zhuo Jian came out of the building at around five o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Yanye's car was already parked there.
She paused for a few seconds and then walked over, "How long have you been here?"
"A few minutes."
Fu Yanye stood there with his hands in his pockets and opened the car door for her.
"Thanks."
Zhuo Jian got into the car.
Fu Yanye also bent over and went in, wanting to help her fasten her seat belt, but Zhuo Jian did it first. Fu Yanye was a little disappointed and couldn't help but look at her, "Wouldn't you give me more opportunities to show off?"
"next time."
Zhuo Jian smiled.
Fu Yanye saw that she was doing it on purpose, but how could he just let it go? He looked at her seriously with his dark eyes for two seconds before leaning forward and kissing her on the lips.
Zhuo Jian did not avoid it.
He just said it gently and left slowly after a few seconds.
Ask her, "Why don't you hide?"
"Hurry up and get in the car. Promise to make soup for grandma tonight."
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, not getting the answer he wanted.
But later, he was still willing to be her driver and take her back to her old home.
If you make soup for the elders, they will naturally share a bowl.
——
Jian Qian and her colleagues worked overtime and made an appointment to go to Fanxing for a drink after work.
As soon as I lit up my cigarette and took a puff, my colleague whispered: "There is a handsome guy over there who has been looking at you."
Jian Qian held a cigarette and looked in the direction she said, her heart skipping a beat.
But she made it clear on the phone and they ended it.
So she smoked freely and pretended.
"Do you feel that this person is a bit familiar, like... By the way, is he the boss who spent a lot of money at Fu's charity dinner? What is his name?"
"Feng Ying."
Jian Qian said these two words calmly.
"Yes, it's Feng Ying. That's right, how did you know?"
"I was there that night."
She said with a slight smile.
"Yes, so he keeps looking this way because he recognizes you?"
"Maybe, don't worry about it."
Jian Qian said and lit the cigarette ashes.
Colleagues thought she just couldn't let go of Liu Yuntian, so they stopped making random guesses.
She did not let go, but what could she do?
Liu Yuntian is married.
If a man you love marries another woman, no matter what the reason or how wronged you are, you will definitely end it.
"Go to the bathroom."
She finally felt uncomfortable being stared at.
She had not gone very far when she was suddenly caught.
Then, in the men's room, she smelled something that didn't belong to her.
She has actually become somewhat familiar with this smell recently.
Oud agarwood.
Logically speaking, a man who likes this smell should be very warm.
But there was no warm spot anywhere on his body, except, of course, his undressed skin.
"Forget it after sleeping, Miss Jian, do you treat me like a duck?"
In the darkness, he asked her in a low voice.
Jian Qian felt strange. He didn't seem to suffer any loss, right?
"I have the right to terminate this relationship, not to mention that we just slept a few times to vent to each other."
"Humph, you are open-minded, but you should know that the right of interpretation always belongs to the stronger side."
