The thin-legged director hesitated for two seconds, then stood up immediately: "Sorry, Mrs. Fu, I don't know."
"Don't know? Don't you know that I'm allergic to cheap perfume, or don't you know that Mr. Fu is mysophobic?"
"this......"
"This seems to be too sincere."
"..."
The thin-legged director didn't expect Zhuo Jian to say such words at all. He was speechless for a moment and looked at the woman sitting diagonally opposite.
The woman raised her hair and pretended she didn't hear.
The beautiful director thought about her career and could only smile again: "I will do my homework well next time."
“What are you doing homework for?”
"..."
"Want to seduce my husband?"
Zhuo Jian stared at her, and his words were so light that the woman's leg almost broke.
Fu Yanye stood beside him holding his daughter, thinking his wife, um, that's fine.
"Still not leaving?"
Seeing that the woman was still standing there dumbfounded, Zhuo Jian asked again.
The thin-legged female director glanced at Zhuo Jian. Fu Yanye didn't let her suffer this humiliation, but this woman made her face feel hot and uncomfortable. She choked and nodded: "Yes, let's say goodbye first, Mr. Fu.
Then let’s take the first step.”
The beautiful director did not forget to say hello to Fu Yanye before leaving with the author, but it was not too much.
"Um."
Fu Yanye hummed, and after watching them leave, he put down his daughter, walked slowly to her side with his long legs, and then bent down to look at her.
Zhuo Jian gave him a cold look: "Are you very free?"
"If our young lady needs company, I will be available soon."
Fu Yanye held his shoulders with his hands, bent down and looked at her and said, with a dark smile in his eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable when he saw her, and immediately stood up: "Why are you laughing? I tell you, you are not allowed to agree to take pictures of this kind of thing."
"Why?"
"Anyway, you are not allowed to take pictures of anything related to me without my consent. As for your own, you can do whatever you like with it."
Zhuo Jian was about to leave after finishing speaking.
Chengtian climbed up to her father's chair and sat down. When she saw her mother was about to leave, she didn't care and leaned back in the chair to watch the fun.
"Oh, madam, why do you fall out so quickly when you fall out?"
Fu Yanye caught up with her, held her hand, stared at her and spoke softly.
"If I say I'm going to fall out, I'm going to fall out? What about your mysophobia? Aren't you just mysophobic to outsiders? That woman is about to sit on your lap. Fu Yanye, have you forgotten what you told me?"
Zhuo Jian raised her hand and poked his chest, asking questions.
Fu Yanye didn't speak, just held her hand and stared at her wholeheartedly.
Zhuo Jian was pretending to be angry, but when he coaxed her like this, she couldn't make trouble anymore.
Seeing that she was silent, Fu Yanye looked back at his daughter and said with a smile, "Look at that little girl, does she look like you when you were a child?"
Zhuo Jian turned around to look, but before she could see clearly, she was kissed by him.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She just smiled and escaped. Fu Yanye stopped in front of her daughter and just smiled: "Do you have a fever? Your face is so red."
"You are crazy, even in front of your daughter..."
"I don't want to coax you."
"Kiss me just to coax me?"
"Otherwise? Let's coax her back at night."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's face really turned red.
The door was knocked twice more. Fu Yanye looked at the door and said in a deep voice: "No entry."