When it comes to buying clothes for her, he doesn't know how much he has bought. In the two-story apartment with sea view, every room where clothes are kept is packed full of clothes, enough for her to wear for several years.
But does she wear it?
Even the pair of small blue shoes he gave her was only worn once after he was forced to do so.
After breakfast, the two of them were about to go back to the city. The old lady stopped her and said, "Baby, don't forget to promise grandma that if that woman's child is not ours, we won't get divorced."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
The two of them went out, and Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat when she saw Fu Yanye getting into the car and driving the car in front of her.
Does he still drive by himself?
Did he really drive here by himself last night?
Fu Yanye disliked her slowness, so he looked up at her and asked, "Why don't you get in the car?"
Zhuo Jian subconsciously opened the car door and got in, but when she was fastening her seat belt, she still couldn't help turning her head to look at him: "Can you still drive?"
Fu Yanye held the steering wheel with his left hand and turned smoothly, and the car quickly drove out of the Fu family's old house.
Pretty stable.
But even so, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him with fear, looking at his hand that was on the steering wheel but hadn't moved.
When he arrived at a deserted place, he stopped the car, turned to look at the coastline on one side and asked her: "Sitting in my car may be life-threatening. Are you sure you want to continue riding?"
Zhuo Jian stared at that half of his silhouette, and her heart tightened unconsciously: "Sit down!"
Fu Yanye then turned to look at her, but his eyes were filled with anger.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously said again: "It's not easy to take a taxi here, isn't it?"
Fu Yanye still stared at her for a while, and then started the car again.
The car drove smoothly until it reached the TV station, but Fu Yanye's face remained ice-cold.
People who don't know may think it's a machine or a mummy driving the car.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, and before getting out of the car, she couldn't help but remind him very quickly: "Hurry up and let your lawyer represent you in the lawsuit."
Like a gust of wind, it passed in an instant.
Then when I left, it kept lingering in my ears.
Hurry?
How anxious did she have to be?
There is also her profile in the rearview mirror waiting for her colleagues. Her smile is so beautiful, but...
Maybe the heart is made of ice!
Fu Yanye thought as he looked at the retreating figure in the rearview mirror.
But after Fu Yanye's car finally left, Zhuo Jian's heart was no longer so tight.
But she didn't expect that she would receive flowers from Fu Yanye so early today.
This time the card says...
"It's not that easy to get a divorce!"
Zhuo Jian's heart pounded, and she turned around when she heard the sound of the door opening, and put the card back into the flower.
Ouyang Ping walked in while drinking milk tea, and brought her a cup. She looked at the roses on her table, then looked at the card, picked it up and took a look at it and couldn't help but shake her head: "My dad also said
It's not that easy for you to get divorced! What's Boss Fu doing?"
"I don't know! But he also gave it to me yesterday."
Zhuo Jian turned his head and looked at the bouquet of white roses on the table, indicating with his eyes that it came from the same person.
But she couldn't help but look at the bouquet of flowers in trance.
Ouyang Ping quickly understood: "Is this a reminder to you to think about him every day? If he beats you when he is angry and reluctant, then he will only let you fall into the love trap he has set?"
Ouyang Ping herself was a little confused when she said this theory, but in the end she nodded in approval.
But Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, "My elders called me back yesterday and asked me to withdraw the lawsuit, saying that we can't divorce until the DNA test results of Lin Ruxiang's child come out."
"Forehead!"
"But this is just delaying time. Who else could Lin Ruxiang's child be if it wasn't his?"