Fu Yanye agreed, hugged Zhuo Jian and watched Li Yuqing walk away before lowering his head and looking at Zhuo Jian again.
Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.
"By the way, many people have complained about A Jian's family members coming in and out of the station at will. Mr. Fu, please show some restraint. It's actually the same thing if you wait outside."
Li Yuqing walked far away but suddenly stopped again. It took a long time, but it was a friendly reminder in the blink of an eye.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye: "..."
Li Yuqing left this time without looking back, but Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye couldn't help but look at each other again. Fu Yanye asked her with a smile in his eyes: "Why does your TV station have so many problems?"
"You can come in as you please, no one dares to complain to you anyway."
Zhuo Jian replied to him indifferently.
Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes for a while without saying anything. He knew that she was just talking casually.
I really hope that one day, she will have more control over him like other wives control their husbands.
Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was thinking. Seeing him looking at her, she just looked at him directly.
"Falled by your husband's handsome face?"
Fu Yanye waved his hand in front of her and asked her.
"yes!"
I have been fascinated by your handsome appearance for more than 20 years.
If I had known that you were evil and treacherous at heart, I wouldn't have dared to be obsessed with you!
Fu Yanye kissed her on the cheek and asked her, "Can you go?"
"I'm going to get my phone and bag."
Zhuo Jian said.
"Um!"
Fu Yanye agreed and walked inside with her.
Zhuo Jian packed her things quickly. Fu Yanye was watching from the door. When he saw her coming out, he glanced at the lisianthus on her table and asked, "Who gave it to me?"
"I do not know!"
Zhuo Jian gently pushed his arm and led him out.
She was also curious about which god gave her lisianthus.
Fu Yanye continued to ask as he walked, "What is the flower language of lisianthus?"
Zhuo Jian discovered one day that Fu Yanye particularly cared about the language of flowers.
The flower language of lisianthus is long-lasting love, restrained and deep, and cannot be obtained...
There was no card in the bouquet. She didn't know who sent the flowers, but seeing how curious Fu Yanye was, she finally told him the language of flowers.
So Fu Yanye was always unhappy in the elevator, and Zhuo Jian didn't know how to coax him, so the two of them went to the first floor and got out of the elevator with their own thoughts.
As a result, I met Lin Ruxiang chatting with a colleague.
Lin Ruxiang was very excited when she saw the two of them coming out, nodded to her colleagues, and then walked towards them.
Fu Yanye was a little surprised to see her, but after thinking about it for a moment, he just asked lightly: "Are you comfortable working here?"
"Yeah! If you're used to it, come and pick A-Jian up from get off work."
Lin Ruxiang looked at him with deep affection and responded.
"Um!"
Fu Yanye looked down at Zhuo Jian and found that she was a little uncomfortable, so he wanted to take her away quickly.
Lin Ruxiang saw that he was reluctant to give her one more word, and when tears of grievance were about to flow out, she asked again: "Can you give me an invitation?"
Fu Yanye looked at her, "Okay."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and he suddenly had a bad feeling.
Lin Ruxiang smiled gratefully and said softly: "Then I won't delay you anymore. If you don't have it with you now, just ask Ajian to bring it to me tomorrow."
"Let Wang Rui go find me to get it. Zhuo Jian won't be able to come tomorrow."
Fu Yanye made a faint sound.
His words were not serious, but Lin Ruxiang seemed to have been stabbed in the heart, but still smiled: "Okay!"
Fu Yanye didn't speak again, but gently hugged Zhuo Jian and walked past.
Lin Ruxiang couldn't help but turn around to see how long they could go like this.
She secretly vowed in her heart that she would expose Zhuo Jian's disguise in public.