Wang Yue's originally angry expression suddenly turned into a smile.
Fu Zhengzheng suddenly had a bad premonition and felt numb all over after being watched by everyone. However, he sat down on the sofa and interrupted their thoughts and said, "I just met Lin Jiaoyang while drinking tea outside."
"Lin Jiaoyang? What else does he want to do?"
"It's said that Lao Zhuo tricked him so badly back then."
Fu Zhengzheng said.
"Minjie tricked him? If you ask me about that incident back then, he was the one who instigated Minjie to do it. Minjie was just so stupid that he shouldered everything by himself."
After listening to her son's words, the old lady snorted unhappily and started talking.
"His mouth needs discipline."
The old man said angrily.
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Shengyuan.
Zhuo Jian was standing next to the refrigerator, preparing to take out the food and cook it for Fu Yanye, when her cell phone rang on the glass table. She glanced at the unfamiliar number, fearing it was a colleague from the TV station, so she dialed the number to connect: "Hello?"
"Zhuo Jian?"
"Who are you?"
"Mu Handong, we met during Grandpa Fu's birthday party."
"Oh, I remembered. Is there anything wrong with Mr. Mu?"
Zhuo Jian remembered that person and felt bad about it. He turned on the speakerphone and went to open the refrigerator.
"I just came back from abroad and I didn't have time to attend your couple's wedding, so I want to find a time to meet and give you some money."
"Well, actually, as long as you have the will, it will be fine."
Zhuo Jian listened to his words and turned to look at her phone. She felt that this person was very strange. He wanted to send money to Fu Yanye. Why were he looking for her?
Did he think she would still contribute money when he got married?
"You always have to express your feelings. How about we meet at the bar at ten o'clock tonight?"
"..."
Before Zhuo Jian could speak, she heard the door ringing, and with a thought, she said to the phone: "My husband is back. If you want to give away some money, just talk to him, husband..."
She suddenly shouted sweetly to the outside.
The man who came home from get off work heard the sound. The hair on his body stood up. He walked to the kitchen with long legs. Seeing Zhuo Jian's eyes and hands indicating him to look at the mobile phone on the glass table, he walked over.
"Ah, um, I'm a little hung up on it now, let's talk about it another day."
The man who originally spoke very calmly hung up the phone in a hurry.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at the phone again, thinking, is this person sick?
Fu Yanye picked up the phone and dialed directly.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him. Although she didn't know what he was going to say, she was ready to cook now.
As soon as the person turned around, his small waist was hugged from the side and pulled back.
When the other end connected, he whispered: "I'll cook the rice."
"..."
Obviously what he said was very serious, but Zhuo Jian didn't know why, and his face became hot.
The person on the other end of the phone paused when he heard Fu Yanye's voice.
"It's Mr. Ye, what's the matter with the phone call?"
Mu Handong said on the other end of the phone.
Fu Yanye felt that his hands felt so good, he smiled and said to the person on the phone, "I should be asking Mr. Mu why he called my wife, right?"
Wife?
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, always feeling that he was very handsome when he said this.
"I just asked a friend for your couple's numbers. I didn't know which one was yours, so I just tried my luck by calling them. Don't get me wrong."
"Of course, after all, Mushi still has a project that I have been asking for for a long time."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone, put the phone on the glass table, and turned to look at his little wife. Her face was covered with a layer of pink, so pretty that he couldn't help but take a bite.
Zhuo Jian tilted her head back subconsciously, and Fu Yanye hugged her head directly: "Why are you hiding?"