The two of them entered the elevator dedicated to the CEO. Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at the snowy curtain outside, her heart sinking again and again.
When it reaches the top layer, it is white and transparent.
Until she entered his office, Zhuo Jian saw Fu Yanye standing with a middle-aged man.
When they heard the door open, they both turned around at the same time.
Zhuo Jian stood at the door wearing a black coat, her hands naturally holding the strap of her bag in front of her, facing them obediently.
At least to them, this girl looks very well-behaved.
Wu Fei closed the door from the outside.
There were only three people left inside.
Fu Yanye did not come forward, but just called her: "Come here and introduce to you the boss of JY Studio, Mr. Jian."
Mr. Jane?
Zhuo Jian reflexively walked forward and nodded: "Hello."
"Hello Mrs. Fu!"
The man called Mr. Jane stood in front of her and smiled slightly, doing little or nothing to her.
Zhuo Jian felt a little uncomfortable being looked at, although his glance ended quickly.
"Mr. Jian is one of the top wedding dress designers in China and has won many awards internationally."
Fu Yanye continued to introduce.
When Zhuo Jian heard the word wedding dress, her heart skipped a beat.
He wants to find someone to make her wedding dress?
"Mr. Fu only gave me a week, so Mrs. Fu has to cooperate with me."
Mr. Jane told her.
Zhuo Jian listened and looked at Fu Yanye.
All those words she said that morning were in vain?
Fu Yanye glanced at her lightly, then raised his hand: "Let's sit down and talk."
The three of them chatted together for a while, and then the designer left, leaving only two people in the huge office.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with inquiring eyes, not impolite, just curious.
"You really want to have a wedding, don't you?"
Zhuo Jian confirmed with him.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at her, "Yes!"
"I have an idea."
Zhuo Jian continued.
Fu Yanye looked at her with a deeper look, leaned into the sofa, and said to her: "Say!"
"Whether it's me or Lin Ruxiang, we are actually people you have known since childhood. We are both too familiar with you. In fact, there is nothing new. Why not find a beautiful strange girl?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Isn't it also very romantic to like, pursue, date, and get married a strange girl who interests you?"
"Do you want to meet other men and get married?"
This was not the first time she said such words. Fu Yanye couldn't help but stare at her eagerly, and really wanted to pounce on her and bite her to death.
"I won't refute what you say. We have known each other for so many years, what's the point of being together?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything after hearing this. He just took her hand and squeezed her ring knuckle.
Zhuo Jian felt pain and wanted to withdraw.
But Fu Yanye squeezed her finger tightly and said, "You have to let me get tired of playing with you first."
"..."
Zhuo Jian became panicked, how else did he want to play?
"After we hold a wedding, after a while, or I get really tired of it, then we can meet new people."
Fu Yanye saw that she was scared, so he reminded her in a deep voice.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at her fingers that he was holding, and then raised her eyes to look at him again.
Probably because of the three-year-old generation gap.
Therefore, they can never communicate.
Zhuo Jian gave up and secretly thought to herself, if she didn't want to talk nonsense with him, she'd better find a chance to escape!
Soon, Wu Fei knocked on the door and came in, "President, the reporters are already in place, waiting for you and the young lady to come over."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at Secretary Wu standing at the door, her mind buzzing, "What?"
"knew!"
Fu Yanye said softly, and then took her hand.
Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye in confusion: "Why are there reporters?"
He looked at her with his dark eyes and said clearly, "This wedding is bound to be grand."