Lin Ruxiang said: "Keep waiting for my call, I can't let this person live in peace."
Lin Ruxiang's hatred for Zhuo Jian became even deeper when she thought about the day she fainted, when Fu Yanye stood there so coldly and ignored her.
It seemed as if all her illnesses were caused by Zhuo Jian.
The reporter left quickly, but when he got to the elevator, he was quickly grabbed by the neck and thrown in.
The surveillance camera in the elevator had already been blocked. She was grabbed by the throat and her eyes went dark for a while.
"What does Lin Ruxiang want you to do to the young lady of the Fu family?"
"Ahem..."
The reporter is a young man over 1.8 meters tall, but he is helpless at this moment. He cannot speak even if he wants to. Looking at the person holding his throat, he does not recognize him at all.
Wang Rui received Yuan Man's photo and started to check those people. Finally, he found out that this person moved around more with Lin Ruxiang and immediately followed him. Unexpectedly, he actually came to find Lin Ruxiang.
"Ms. Lin asked me to follow the young lady of the Fu family and report to her in time if anything happens. She will give orders from time to time."
"This time so many reporters blocked the TV station, was it her instigation?"
"Yes, she gave me money and I distributed it to the people who followed me to besiege Mrs. Fu."
Wang Rui used his hand skillfully to throw the person away.
The reporter fell directly to the ground, clutching his neck as he was dying.
"Tell me your number. From now on, I will know every move she makes, unless you want to die here."
Wang Rui took out his mobile phone and looked at him coldly and threatened.
reporter:"......"
When the reporter saw that the surveillance camera above was blocked, he knew that he had met someone who could kill him, so he tremblingly gave his mobile phone number.
Wang Rui soon left the elevator and called Fu Yanye first.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye said: "I understand."
Then he immediately called another subordinate and asked, "How is Mr. Lin now?"
"It's very bad. Lin Ruxiang has been attracting customers, but the demand of the customers he attracted is not large. In addition, Shen Lan is looking for someone in the Lin family, and it seems that she wants to hollow out the Lin family."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye's eyes were half-squinted, looking increasingly dangerous.
"Yes, but Lin Ruxiang is very cautious. This person doesn't seem to have received any benefits yet."
"Then help him."
Fu Yanye looked out the window with cold eyes, and after finishing speaking, he slowly put down his phone.
There was immediate silence in the spacious office.
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In the evening, Zhuo Jian came out of the stage with Ouyang Ping after get off work. Ouyang Ping asked her, "Does your husband let you go out to drink?"
"Drink? Let's forget it."
Zhuo Jian thought about how uncomfortable she felt like losing her composure the next day after drinking, and felt that she really had to drink less in the future.
Ouyang Ping raised her eyebrows and muttered: "People say your husband is a strict wife, but I am the only one who knows that you are actually a strict husband."
"I mainly left because my wine taste was too bad."
Chang Xia and Yuan Man were waiting for her, so she got in the car after saying hello.
Ouyang Ping stood on the steps and watched her wave, then raised her hand. After Zhuo Jian's car left, she went to the parking lot alone.
Fu Yanye doesn't like having too many people at home. Unless he is busy at night, he will find an extra aunt to come to the house to help with cooking.
Zhuo Jian returned home and listened to the silence inside. After changing into slippers, she put her high heels in the shoe cabinet, turned around and walked in.
There was no one in the living room, but there seemed to be some movement in the kitchen. It was too far away to hear clearly, so she walked in.
A tall and straight man in formal clothes is frying vegetables.
Zhuo Jian stepped forward and said, "Hand out your hand."
Fu Yanye held the shovel in one hand to stir-fry, and gave it to her with the other hand.
Zhuo Jian untied his cuffs, folded the sleeves up one by one for him, and then tugged them to make a shape.
Fu Yanye turned around and couldn't help but smile. She was particularly pursuing these good looks now.
Of course, he likes it too.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and only looked at the work in his hands. After finishing the left side, he went to his right and said, "Give it to me."
Fu Yanye stopped, gave her his hand and looked straight at her.
The way she carefully rolled up her sleeves for him was really...