Then Fu Yanye invited her to have tea with the boss.
But when it came time to pay, Boss Fu sat lazily in his seat: "I didn't bring any money."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
——
It was already night when Jian Qian went back, and Feng Ying was still at her place.
But I probably no longer have a fever, and I am lying in bed looking at my mobile phone.
When he saw her coming back, he just glanced at her lightly: "Excuse me."
disturb?
Jian Qian sat in the chair by the window and looked at him: "Mr. Feng, has the fever gone?"
"Um."
Feng Ying continued to look at his phone.
"Then can Mr. Feng leave my room?"
"Um."
"Thank you very much."
"Please treat Miss Jane to a meal before you leave."
He has always been like this, calling her Miss Jian in a weird way.
Jian Qian was used to hearing it, and she could bear it even though it was harsh. She just said: "No need, I didn't do anything."
"How could I not do anything? My fiancée called me to ask why I was in Miss Jane's room."
"..."
That Zhou Qianqian?
Are they on the phone again?
Did you talk about her again?
"Let me declare in advance that I have no ill intentions towards Mr. Feng. I also ask Mr. Feng to make it clear to his woman and not to cause unnecessary trouble to me."
She had a cold face, every word was clear and not taken lightly.
Feng Ying finished reading his phone, closed the screen, and looked up at her with a smile.
"What trouble can I cause for you? I'm not Liu Yuntian."
"..."
Jian Qian didn't know why he suddenly mentioned that person again.
"I can't let you get pregnant, nor can I let you have a miscarriage, nor can I let you remember it all the time."
"..."
Jian Qian was a little annoyed.
This person really doesn't know how to open or lift any pot.
"right?"
His eyes seemed to be able to pierce people's hearts.
Jian Qian was furious, but she held back her anger and smiled: "Yes, you really don't have that ability."
"..."
This time it was Feng Ying's turn, and he stared straight at her, half-smiling, or hiding a knife behind his smile.
Jian Qian couldn't stand being stared at anymore and stood up: "Since Mr. Feng has recovered, please leave my room."
Her proud self-esteem seemed to have been trampled on, and she no longer even looked at him.
Feng Ying was still lying there, staring at her unattractive face, and finally said for a long time: "People who have just had an abortion should be less angry."
"..."
Jian Qian's heart skipped a beat again.
Suddenly and directly, I don't know why, but I feel guilty.
She is not someone who cannot take responsibility for herself, and she does not need others to be responsible for her life. What does she have to feel guilty about?
Jian Qian choked quietly, and after a while she looked at the bed again: "Why don't you leave?"
"My legs are numb."
"..."
Jian Qian stared at him, trying to tell whether his legs were numb, and then reluctantly took out her mobile phone to look at it.
It's just that nearly half an hour has passed and he still hasn't left.
Instead, her door rang.
She was startled and wondered, could it be Zhuo Jian?
If Zhuo Jian came to find her, she would definitely not be able to open the door.
But Zhuo Jian knew that Feng Ying was there, would he think that she and Feng Ying were messing around again?
Jian Qian was too scared to open the door and paced back and forth in the room.
Feng Ying stared at her for a while and then said, "The food delivery guy."