"What do you mean? Zhuo Jian, don't make trouble out of nothing and talk nonsense, you..."
Lin Ruxiang was obviously even more excited on the phone.
Zhuo Jian watched Fu Yanye walk up to her, but she didn't stop talking, "Sister Ruxiang, I just want to remind you that you have exceeded the shelf life!"
Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes, not interrupting her phone call.
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking word by word, she hung up the phone slowly. She thought that if she said this, if he was smart enough, he would have guessed that Lin Ruxiang was lying.
Fu Yanye stared at her in silence until her heart began to feel tight and even scared.
Her eyes, which were neither humble nor arrogant at first, gradually became a bit chaotic.
After all, he had been defending Lin Ruxiang all those years. To him, what she just said would be regarded as her curse on Lin Ruxiang?
But she didn't want to care what he thought. She would no longer tolerate a despicable woman who was a habitual liar.
Therefore, the most she has to wait for is his punishment.
And now she had a life-saving charm, so she bravely met his eyes.
Fu Yanye pulled out the chair and sat down opposite her, saying quietly: "Have you seen the hot search yet?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian was surprised that he just asked this, and realized that the call just now was to tell him about the hot search.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and glanced at her again. Seeing her tense expression, he said again: "Relax."
Zhuo Jian thought, I also want to relax, but I'm afraid you want to whip me.
Fu Yanye took her unfinished noodles to eat. He felt that she was always staring at him, so he raised his eyes and looked at her: "If you don't feel happy in the future, you can continue to vent like this."
A flash of surprise flashed in Zhuo Jian's eyes. He allowed her to vent like this?
He clearly heard her conversation with Lin Ruxiang, didn't he realize that she was going too far?
"Aren't you angry? That person is Lin Ruxiang."
"Why am I angry? She is not my wife."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was suddenly at a loss.
Fu Yanye looked at her intently again, "I'm only angry about one thing."
"which one?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't understand his emotions and asked him nervously.
"You don't care about me."
When Zhuo Jian was talking to Lin Ruxiang on the phone, he was not in her eyes or in her heart, she just regarded him as a tool to use.
"..."
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
The air in the restaurant is very thin, which makes people feel a little depressed.
Fu Yanye lowered her head to finish the noodles she had not finished, and also drank some soup.
As time passed, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but break the silence in the restaurant and asked him: "Is your mysophobia really bad?"
Fu Yanye only gave her a look, then stood up and put away the dishes.
Zhuo Jian couldn't understand the profound meaning of that look, but he felt a little guilty for no reason.
It was already after seven o'clock after the meal. Zhuo Jian was lying on the sofa, turning on the TV and thinking about Lin Ruxiang. When he saw him coming, his mind suddenly went blank.
Fu Yanye had a strong aura about him, which made her unable to think just by standing aside.
Zhuo Jian waited for a while and saw that he did not approach or speak. After thinking about it, she took the initiative to break the silence and asked, "Aren't we going back to the old house tonight?"
"Um!"
When Fu Yanye saw her opening her mouth, he walked towards her again.
Zhuo Jian immediately turned his legs to the side to prevent the two of them from coming into close contact.
Fu Yanye gave her a cold look, then sent the three invitations to her, "Let's make the final decision."
Zhuo Jian then put down his guard and took a quick look. The bright red one was liked by the elders, the pink one was liked by her, and the white one was liked by Fu Yanye.
"Let's try this. It's festive and even the elderly will like it."
Anyway, the style is the same, Boss Fu designed it himself.
Fu Yanye sat down next to her: "Didn't you like pink before?"
"Then if you want to follow my preferences, you won't give me three choices. Just this one. I prefer to see my grandparents happy."
Zhuo Jian chose bright red.
Traditional Chinese wedding invitation colors.
Fu Yanye really wanted to satisfy the old man and the old lady in this matter, so he nodded: "That's it."
He leaned over and opened the drawer under the table and threw the other two in.
Zhuo Jian felt as if the two people's legs were squeezed together. She just wanted to keep a distance from him, but...
When the wedding invitation was thrown in, there was something particularly conspicuous inside.