Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, then immediately looked away unnaturally, and asked him as calmly as possible: "Does Mr. Fu have any other advice?"
"Yes. Why did you break your promise to wait for me last night?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and suddenly asked solemnly.
"I can't find any reason to ride with my ex-husband."
Zhuo Jian lowered her head and said nonchalantly. In fact, she thought of many high-sounding excuses last night, but in the end, she said this.
"Ex-husband?"
Fu Yanye chewed these two words carefully, and suddenly couldn't help laughing.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and seemed very unhappy. She didn't want to mess with him anymore, so she turned around and left.
"Zhuo Jian, what you want is one thing and two things. I tell you, I can't do it, and you can't even think about it."
"..."
Zhuo Jian turned her head to look at him. At this time, no matter how good his figure was, he could not make her have evil thoughts.
She just felt that he was too bullying.
Her chest started to heat up, and she said harshly in a tearful tone: "Then we'll see."
After Zhuo Jian left, Fu Yanye stood there holding his waist and hips, looking at the bed occupied by the brat, and then thinking about the woman who had been taken away, his anger suddenly rose.
Just wait and see.
Anyway, he couldn't leave with the kind of persona of swallowing his anger, so he simply didn't leave.
After Zhuo Jian went to work, she stayed in the office in a daze after finishing her work, not even wanting to eat.
Ouyang Ping had a habit of looking for her when she arrived at the meal point. When she saw her looking at the ballpoint pen in a daze, she quietly walked over and looked at her for a while.
Zhuo Jian had been spinning the ballpoint pen for a while. Ouyang Ping stared at her for a while and then put it down, lying on the table and murmuring: "I don't want to go to dinner."
"Talk about it."
Ouyang Ping nodded, not forcing her.
"I don't know what to do at all. I want to grow up with Chengcheng, but I don't want to see Fu Yanye again."
Zhuo Jian was bored for almost an hour until his voice became hoarse.
After hearing this, Ouyang Ping asked her: "Didn't you change the lock last night?"
"This is even more ridiculous. What's the point of changing the locks at Fu's house?"
I originally thought I could block his legs before entering, but what's the use?
He had not taken a shower in that room early in the morning, but he was still walking around in front of her with a bath towel around him.
"But the Fu family won't leave Chengcheng to you to raise alone, right? But as soon as you go to the Fu family, Fu Yanye will know that you have gone, and will follow you back, um..."
Ouyang Ping was also in trouble.
Zhuo Jian lay motionless on the table. She needed a way to end it for both of them.
How could it not be possible?
I obviously got the divorce certificate.
"What if you really get a boyfriend and show affection in front of him? Isn't he a mysophobia?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian wasn't sure if this trick would work, and she didn't have the time or energy to make another boyfriend. She didn't think about the things in her heart. As for her time, her children and work were enough for her.
A few days ago, a publishing house contacted her and said that the manuscript she published online was good and they wanted to publish a book for her. Although the money was not much, she would not mind that the money sent to her door was small?
When the two of them were worried, there was a sudden knock on her door from outside, and they looked over.
Yang Yi opened the door for her from the outside and said, "Someone is bringing you flowers."
As soon as he finished speaking, a worker came in with roses in his arms, and they were all the kind that had been planted beforehand and didn't need to be put into the vase.
Not one staff member, but seven or eight people came in one after another.
Roses were quickly placed in front of Zhuo Jian's desk, all of which were the finest red roses.
"this......"
Ouyang Ping was shocked, who could be so generous?
But only one name popped up in Zhuo Jian's mind, Fu Yanye.
That night he gave her roses and she took them but he went directly to her house to put them in a vase for her.