I found a nightgown, put it on, and quietly left the house.
She just wanted to find a window to get some air, but she didn't expect the old lady to get up in the middle of the night to drink water.
The old lady listened to the movement and stood at the top of the stairs: "Jian Jian?"
Zhuo Jian went downstairs, and the grandfather and grandson put on their coats and hats, and sat at the door blowing the wind and talking.
It snowed outside for some reason, so she slept on the sofa and caught a cold the next morning.
When Fu Yanye got up in the morning, he saw her sleeping on the sofa, shivering with cold, and gritted his teeth angrily, but he finally carried her to bed.
But she had been sneezing under the quilt all morning, and Fu Yanye stood by the bed and watched, wanting to disinfect her whole body.
Of course, it really disappeared in the end.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but frown when he smelled the smell of disinfectant all over his body, and then sneezed even more fiercely.
"Hey, what does this smell like?"
Wang Yue heard that Zhuo Jian was ill and came to see him. As soon as he walked in and smelled the smell, he opened the door wide for them. Then he shouted at the door: "Hurry up and ventilate the eldest young master's room."
Fu Yanye stood by the bed, looked at it, and said, "It's just disinfectant."
Wang Yue couldn't help but slap him hard: "Spray disinfectant on your wife, you are crazy, get out of here quickly."
Fu Yanye: "..."
He still felt it was unreal until he was kicked out.
That's his mother.
He was actually kicked out.
So he turned around and entered the study.
Fu Zhengzheng was reading documents while wearing gold-rimmed glasses. He raised his eyes when he heard the voice, and then hummed: "You got up early enough."
"You have to continue to put pressure on her about the wedding."
"What did you say?"
Fu Zhengzheng pretended not to hear.
"She doesn't want a wedding."
"I know, the whole world has seen it. Not only does she not want the wedding, she also doesn't want you."
Fu Zhengzheng pointed out the question.
Fu Yanye crossed his arms and walked to the window, leaning against the window lattice and looking outside.
It's snowing again!
Fu Yanye looked a little depressed as he looked at the snow outside.
Fu Zhengzheng continued while reading the documents: "It's easy to hold a wedding, but son, have you ever thought that if you can't win her heart, your marriage will only be in pieces after the wedding."
Loose sand?
Fu Yanye didn’t believe it!
It’s not that she doesn’t love him!
He can feel it!
"Don't feel too good about yourself. Once a girl loses confidence in the partner she admires, some will turn around and marry someone else."
Fu Zhengzheng couldn't hear his son's explanation, so he turned to look at him and reminded him.
"She dares?"
Fu Yanye finally spoke, but he was still so arrogant.
"Huh! You'll know when the time comes!"
Fu Zhengzheng thought to himself, you still know too little.
How many lovers have ended up with someone else in the blink of an eye?
We were so in love once, but once we turned around, it was over.
In Fu Zhengzheng's view, Zhuo Jian was already in love, otherwise there would be nothing wrong with his son.
The Fu family naturally wanted to organize this wedding.
But what about after the wedding?
Fu Zhengzheng thought for a while and suggested to him, "Let's arrange a marriage proposal first."
When Fu Yanye heard the proposal, he turned to look at his father.
——
After breakfast, Fu Yanye took her to the TV station. The two of them had their own thoughts and said nothing along the way. Until they arrived in front of the TV station, Fu Yanye thought she would get off the car impatiently, but found that she didn't, so he turned to look at her.
Ask her: "Is something wrong?"
Zhuo Jian nodded, looked at him and avoided him, whispering: "I booked a flight for the afternoon."
