The two of them had a slow dinner. After the meal, Zhuo Jian took him around a more famous place in the city. After feeling the customs and customs of their city, he took a taxi to take him back to the hotel.
In fact, she was just doing her job as a landlord, but she didn't expect...
By chance, when Sheng Xin said goodbye to her and left the car, Fu Yanye and others happened to come out of the inside.
Just then, I bumped into it.
Fu Yanye stood in front of the crowd, looked at Sheng Xin coldly, and then looked at the car behind Sheng Xin with a conditioned reflex.
At that time, Sheng Xin and Zhuo Jian were both sitting in the back, so Zhuo Jian was sitting inside by himself.
Zhuo Jian said to the driver in front: "Master, drive."
The taxi quickly drove away from the hotel.
When she regretted sending Sheng Xin to the hotel door, Sheng Xin was already standing opposite Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye looked at him: "Mr. Sheng seems to be very interested in my wife?"
"Mrs?"
"Zhuo Jian!"
"Zhuo Jian? Is she your wife?"
Sheng Xin was very surprised.
"Please stay away from my wife. I don't like her getting too close to other men, and she is not suitable for walking around in the social field. Thank you."
Fu Yanye was quite polite. After saying that, he nodded and got into the luxury car that his driver drove over.
Sheng Xin: "..."
He never thought that Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian were actually husband and wife.
Thinking about Zhuo Jian admits that her relationship with Fu Yanye is complicated during dinner today, Sheng Xin’s pace towards the hotel was a little slow.
——
"Mr. Ye, where are you going?"
"Go back to Shengyuan!"
Fu Yanye said lightly and looked out the window in dismay.
The weather seems to be particularly good today, but his mood is extremely bad.
He could have gone to Zhuo Jian's place, but when the car arrived near the two people's community, he clamped his hands and hesitated for a while, and finally turned his eyes away from her.
When I saw her and Sheng Xin in the same car, I felt so breathless when I thought of the ceremonial chatting and laughing with another man in the back of the car and interacting ambiguously.
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This night was peaceful for Zhuo Jian.
Except for those two sentences that passed.
Hasn't she cured?
Can you still run around outside all day in the late stage of cancer?
The next day was pretty good weather. In the afternoon, the director called her and asked her to have dinner with Ouyang Ping and talk about studying abroad.
Zhuo Jian was in a good mood, but he didn't expect that it was her who arrived at the private room first.
Later, Ouyang Ping called her: "Dear, I can't get through anymore, and something happened to the show."
Zhuo Jian agreed without thinking, but this became the Master and her having dinner alone?
The Master is an older man, and she hasn't greeted him twice.
Zhuo Jian began to get nervous.
When the door of the private room was opened, she subconsciously stood up and turned sideways to the other side of the door.
She wanted to make herself look generous as much as possible, but when she raised her eyes and saw the person coming, she was stunned.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang at this time. Zhuo Jian looked down and said it was an unfamiliar number.
"Respond to the phone first."
Lin Jiaoyang told her.
Zhuo Jian came to his senses and answered the phone.
"Hey? Zhuo Jian? I can't get through some things at the moment. I heard that your father and Mr. Lin are old friends. I'm pretty familiar with him, so let him have dinner with you for me."
"Master?"
Zhuo Jian only asked softly.
"It's me! I'll die first. Let's talk about other things tomorrow."
The director quickly hung up the phone.
Zhuo Jian looked at the person who walked up to her, not only Lin Jiaoyang, but also Mr. Zhao who wanted to take her but didn't take her a while ago.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head: "Since our Master has something to do, I won't keep it."
"Hey! Ah Jian, the dishes are ready. It's not appropriate for you to leave like this. Just treat it as having dinner with you Uncle Lin, huh?"
Lin Jiaoyang stopped her, clasped her shoulders, and pressed her into the chair she had just sat on.
Zhuo Jian sat in dullly, but his heartbeat began to accelerate.
She had a very bad premonition.
"Miss Zhuo, we meet again! I didn't expect you to be so big, you are so respectful."
Mr. Zhao smiled and told her.
Zhuo Jian only felt that the air around her was dirty, and she wanted to escape from here.
"Sorry, I..."
"A Jian, let's finish this meal with us, huh?"
Lin Jiaoyang pressed her shoulders and refused to let her get up.
Zhuo Jian looked up at him and said lightly: "Why is Mr. Lin? Are you not afraid that Mr. Ye will cause trouble for you?"
"I haven't settled the score with him last time he hit me, he's going to try it."
Lin Jiaoyang said as he sat down beside her.
The staff came to serve the wine quickly, and Lin Jiaoyang immediately asked him to go out, and then poured wine for Zhuo Jian and Mr. Zhao himself.
"Today we just chat casually, and by the way, I would like to say to Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, you are not allowed to have any wrong thoughts, I will not follow it."
"Then your niece is my niece. Don't worry, I will never do anything."
Mr. Zhao said.
Zhuo Jian felt that the word "nickname" was defiled by these two hypocritical hypocrites.
Lin Jiaoyang looked at Zhuo Jian: "You heard that Mr. Zhao has already promised me and will never touch you, huh?"
Zhuo Jian just wants to call for help now.
This is in front of the starlight, she will not be pretentious in the face of danger.
But how did she call out now?
"Let's give your Uncle Zhao a cup first, huh?"
Lin Jiaoyang taught her again.
Zhuo Jian looked up at the glass of wine: "I'm not feeling well recently and can't drink."
"Hey! You have entered the workplace, but you can't push yourself like this. Forgotten Mr. Zhao is still the sponsor of your program? What's the point of drinking a few drinks? There are no outsiders."
Lin Jiaoyang's hand was always on her shoulders, and he was next to her when he spoke.
Zhuo Jian felt that the breath he vomited from his mouth was disgusting, and his shoulders moved unconsciously, trying to get rid of him.
Lin Jiaoyang pretended not to feel her repulsion: "A Jian, be good, I'll touch this cup first."
Lin Jiaoyang held her wine glass.
"Jiaoyang, your niece is not very good at it!"
Mr. Zhao said.
"Can I feed you?"
Lin Jiaoyang and Mr. Zhao smiled and held her wine glass to her mouth.
Zhuo Jian could no longer bear it, so he immediately stood up and hid next to him: "Please respect yourself."
How could he look like an uncle?
"A Jian!"
The wine glass in Lin Jiaoyang's hand was touched and spilled wine when she left. Zhuo Jian's body was a little bit, and his cuffs were completely wet. He stood up and wiped the tissue to wipe it, frowned unhappily and called her.
"Two guys use it slowly!"
Zhuo Jian said lightly, no matter what he did, he was going to leave.
"Zhuo Jian."
Lin Jiaoyang strode after her several times, and the wine glass on the table was hit by his coat and fell to the ground and broke. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.
Zhuo Jian's back bumped into the chair. When the chair moved, she also moved. She couldn't stand firmly and fell down with the chair.
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of your failure to accept the consequences of my helplessness?"