After Fu Yanye left, he went to see Lin Ruxiang's attending doctor, and then there was a whole day of meetings.
Until the end of the day, he left the office on time and went to the TV station.
But the person who saw him today was Ouyang Ping. Ouyang Ping already recognized his car and walked over to say hello: "Didn't Mr. Fu call Zhuo Jian? She left as soon as she left the studio."
"Thanks!"
Fu Yanye spoke in a deep tone and drove away.
On the way, he dialed Zhuo Jian's number, but Zhuo Jian didn't answer. He called the old lady and learned that Zhuo Jian had been in the hospital in the afternoon, so he rushed to the hospital without waiting for the old lady to finish, but was in vain again.
"Are you stupid? You didn't even wait for me to finish my sentence!"
Seeing his complaining attitude, the old lady quickly complained to him first.
Fu Yanye stood nearby and sighed: "Please give her a call. I'm not worried about her being alone now."
"Ouch! How do you know you care about your wife now?"
"Someone went to her house this morning to threaten her and splashed red paint on her!"
Fu Yanye didn't want the old lady to misunderstand, so he explained again.
When the old lady heard this, her face turned pale with fright: "How could such a thing happen? She didn't mention a word to me this afternoon."
"You call first!"
Fu Yanye always felt uneasy when he couldn't find her.
The old lady also dialed her phone immediately.
This time Zhuo Jian answered quickly, with a gentle voice: "Hey, grandma!"
"Jian Jian baby, where are you?"
The old lady asked her while holding her cell phone, but her eyes unconsciously glanced at her grandson.
Fu Yanye looked really bad. She didn't answer the phone calls he made several times, but she answered the old lady's call within a few seconds.
"I'm at home! The house is a little dirty and I'm cleaning it!"
"at home?"
The old lady was frightened when she heard that she was at home, and quickly looked at her grandson.
Fu Yanye had already turned around and left. The old lady thought for a while and continued chatting with her. She even hummed at some points, making Zhuo Jian think she was crying.
Zhuo Jian chatted with the old lady for half an hour, and then basically coaxed her.
She was thirsty and ran out of ideas when she heard the door knock. When she heard the ding, she turned around and looked around, her heart beating like thunder.
She quietly hung up the phone, but her body sitting on the floor was unable to move. She could only quietly put on gloves and hold on to the membrane on the ground.
First she saw the black leather shoes and neat suit pants, and then when she looked up to see the person clearly, her tense body slumped, and her pale face improved.
Fu Yanye smelled a pungent smell as soon as he entered the door. He stood at the door and immediately stopped going in.
She sat on the ground like a bad girl who had messed up her house. Except for the place where she sat, the rest of the place was dirty and all kinds of bottles and cans were around her.
Fu Yanye immediately frowned: "What are you doing?"
"Cleaning! Go away quickly, you can't stand the smell."
"You come out!"
When Fu Yanye heard her asking him to leave as soon as he arrived, his heart suddenly went cold, but he did not forget to order her to come out.
Zhuo Jian deliberately continued to clean, and said to him casually: "I have to clean up the house. My mother loves to be clean. She knows that the house is like this and she is still angry to death."
"Zhuo Jian, I order you to come out!"
Fu Yanye didn't care so much, he couldn't stand the smell, let alone her throwing him in a place that looked like a garbage dump.
Zhuo Jian ignored him and continued working.
"I'll find someone to help you clean up. Come out quickly and follow me."
"I have already called the police. That person should not come again for the time being. Thank you Mr. Ye for your concern. You can leave. I will sleep at my own home."
Zhuo Jian saw the way he looked inside with disgust at the door, and thought to herself, I'd better not disgust you anymore.