Fu Yanye's hand on his side moved slightly, and Zhuo Jian immediately took his hand far away.
Fu Yanye: "..."
"I have to go to work tomorrow."
Zhuo Jian looked outside and warned.
Fu Yanye was helpless and pressed his fingers gently on the side.
Zhuo Jian immediately opened the car door and got out of the car after unlocking it, and walked away without looking back.
Not even a goodbye.
He held the steering wheel tightly with the hand wearing the wedding ring, and his mind was filled with the distance between the two of them during these days.
For a long time, he didn't dare to get close to her easily anymore, for fear that she would treat him like a gangster or an animal, and he would think about animals the whole time.
Fu Yanye watched her figure walking into the aisle with dark eyes until the cell phone in his pocket rang.
It's Lin Jiaoyang.
He picked up: "I'll be there right away."
——
The news the next morning was that Lin Jiaoyang invited local wealthy people to have fun at the club, and Fu Yanye was sitting in the most conspicuous position, with two girls wearing relatively thin clothes sitting not far from him.
As soon as Zhuo Jian arrived at the TV station, Ouyang Ping couldn't help but complain: "You have only been divorced for a few days, and hasn't he always claimed to be mysophobic?"
Zhuo Jian only laughed lightly after hearing this. She couldn't deny that she felt unhappy, but what she was more curious about was why he was hanging out with Lin Jiaoyang?
If Lin Jiaoyang was really the culprit that indirectly or directly caused his father's suicide, Zhuo Jian naturally hoped that Fu Yanye would keep a distance from him.
But now that the marriage was divorced, she no longer had the appropriate status to tell him that.
The new program will be broadcast before the New Year, so they have to move quickly, and as a producer, she has to do a lot of things herself.
After working for several days, she was already exhausted. Suddenly her assistant came over and said, "Sister Jian, Mr. Fu is here."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian was talking to the staff about something, and when he heard this, he looked at his assistant in confusion.
"And I brought the baby with me."
The assistant was a little excited.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look towards the entrance.
He really came, holding the child in his arms.
Zhuo Jian's back, which had been bent for a long time, was extremely stiff and painful when she stood up, so she moved slowly.
In May, he walked towards her wearing a comfortable casual T-shirt and holding a doll in his arms.
Zhuo Jian's heart was pounding. When he saw him approaching, he subconsciously looked around. Sure enough, everyone's eyes were on their father and son.
Fu Yanye murmured: "My son can call mother now. I will bring him here and let him be handed over to you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked down and saw that the little thing in his arms that could call mother was sleeping soundly now.
Fu Yanye also looked at him, and then said a little unhappy: "I was still awake just now."
Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just sighed helplessly, and then told the staff next to him: "You guys can discuss it first, and you should get off work in half an hour. I'll go ahead."
"OK."
The staff didn't say anything else. After all, her husband looked very aura when he wore a suit and leather shoes, and he also scared everyone when he wore a T-shirt.
No one knew they were divorced, and both of them still wore rings on their hands.
Fu Yanye said that he didn't want to cause an earth-shattering incident, which would have a greater impact on the company and the elders.
Zhuo Jian took her son from his arms and asked him, "Let's go too."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed and followed her forward.
The staff handed her the bag to her. Zhuo Jian held her son in one hand and went to pick it up with the other hand. Fu Yanye stopped her in the middle of the night and said, "Give it to me."
He has a mysophobia. He holds her bag for her, but he doesn't touch the places that others have touched, but...
In fact, she didn't even know how many people had touched her bag.
After going out, Zhuo Jian wanted to drive her car, but Fu Yanye followed her.
Zhuo Jian turned around and said, "You don't have to send us off."