Fu Yanye gave instructions to Wang Rui who was driving in front.
"yes."
Wang Rui called soon.
Before they even got home, they received Chang Xia’s WeChat message, which was a photo.
Photos of Feng Ying and Jian Qian walking towards the elevator.
They both got on the elevator, and Zhuo Jian subconsciously turned off his phone immediately.
Fu Yanye smiled faintly, "Didn't you lie to you?"
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, this girl was so scared during the day that she was about to die, so why did she go home with Feng Ying so soon?
"Don't forget what you promised me just."
Fu Yanye stared at her and reminded her.
"What did I promise you?"
"Um?"
Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes.
"Why is my impression of nothing useful?"
Zhuo Jian continued to ask him.
Fu Yanye smiled, laughing happily, "I can't play with amnesia, you can't play with this joke."
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly became very angry. This person is really.
Fu Yanye wanted to hug her waist, but when he thought of the injuries on her waist, he immediately moved up and hugged her shoulder, "I actually hope they are good."
"Why?"
Zhuo Jian asked him curiously.
"If Jian Qian is taken care of, you will be more attentive to me."
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly felt so serious that it hurts people.
Zhuo Jian felt a little uncomfortable. In fact, she was not worried about him, she just didn't dare to show it.
Fu Yanye hugged her, "You smell so good."
He just approached and was filled with joy when he smelled the scent of her hair.
Zhuo Jian wanted to hide, but soon his hand was pressed against his ear and gently kissed her on the face.
There is no excessive ambiguity, but it makes people feel happy.
Not long after, the two returned home. Fu Yanye received a call from Feng Ying, and Feng Ying asked him, "Why do you want to have a meal together?"
"The world of two is very good."
Fu Yanye calmly said, looking at the woman who was already washing vegetables in the kitchen.
"Mr. Fu and Mrs. Fu have been married for so many years, and they still enjoy the world of two people so much?"
"I'm not only saying that we are husband and wife, we're dead."
Of course, the world of the couple is more important, but Feng Ying also understood that Fu Yanye saw it when he mentioned it a few words.
Fu Yanye quickly entered the kitchen and said, "I'll do it."
"Oh, it doesn't matter if I come here, it doesn't hurt anymore."
"I'll do it."
Fu Yanye hugged her shoulder and moved her to the side and started it himself.
Zhuo Jian was moved and moved when he looked at him like this.
She couldn't help but want to hug him, and told herself, just hug her.
Fu Yanye's hand suddenly stopped while picking vegetables with his head down.
She hugged him like this, and it seemed like the last time it was many years ago.
Zhuo Jian's face was against his back, without saying anything, just holding it, it seemed that it was not easy to let go.
She missed her a little, and she missed her soreness and she cried.
How many years have they been?
Can they really go back to that time?
——
Feng Ying hung up the phone and went into the kitchen. When he saw the woman cooking, he felt that this woman could go to the hall and go to the kitchen.
Jian Qian looked at him, "I didn't expect that the invitation to coffee became a meal, and the value of the exchange was not equal."
"I'll treat you to coffee another day."
Feng Ying told her in a good mood.
Jian Qian continued to cook without much care until she heard him say...
"Mr. Fu knows you're in my car."
"How did he know?"
Jian Qian thought, she bent down and hid her.
The two cars are far apart, and it shouldn't be seen.
"That's Fu Yanye, he's in Shengyuan again, how can he hide it?"
"That's fine."
"He probably won't hide his wife, right?"
“…”
Jian Qian stopped cooking and then saw the smoke coming out.
Feng Ying was still leaning there. He was not good at cooking and didn't like to cook, but for the first time he enjoyed a woman preparing dinner for him.
Simple stir-fry and soup, two bowls of rice.
It's too simple, but it feels different.
Is that feeling home?
He hadn't felt this way for a long time after his mother passed away.
"I have to go back to Fengcheng in two days."
He suddenly said it.
Before Jian Qian could put a mouthful of rice into her mouth, she heard his words and looked up at him straight, waiting for the following text.
"Now everything is pushed to the forefront, it's time for me to seize power."
He said.
"Why seize power?"
Maybe it was because of the inexplicable concern in her heart these two days that made her talk too much.
Feng Ying was not angry, but on the contrary, he was very patient, "Since the old man asked me to go back to Feng's house, he just gave me a chance. Giving me a chance is naturally not just a single position."
"So, it was your father's instruction?"
"It can be said the same."
Feng Ying thought about it and responded patiently.
Jian Qian felt that his father was really cunning and had so many children compete for the position of chief of the Feng Group. In this battle, these children were willing to kill themselves.
"Didn't you ever think about living a simpler life? For example, if you are like me, you just go to work simply."
Jian Qian asked him.
"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but as a member of the Feng family, even if I want to live a simple life, I have to go through this level."
Feng Ying explained to her.
Jian Qian has been bleaching since she was a child, and she could hear his words.
However, I still feel that life on the tip of the knife is too dangerous.
She still remembered that night, it was too dangerous.
"Just, was that an invitation?"
"What?"
"If so, I'm going to agree."
“…”
Jian Qian lowered her head and stuffed her rice into her mouth, carefully recalling what she had just said and what he said to agree.
In fact, she just wanted to be safe and smooth.
She smiled, shook her head, and then said, "Let's have a meal."
Feng Ying picked up the chopsticks, but suddenly he had a lot of thoughts about these simple meals.
She is not that kind of rough girl, and it shouldn't be too much to say that she is as careful as her hair.
Although she didn't remember the short time they met and got along, she was still extremely sensitive.
Feng Ying didn't want her to be known to the Feng family, and naturally he didn't want to let her know all the dark things about the Feng family.
It's great that she just lived the life she wanted.
Feng Ying helped her pour a glass of wine, pinched her own glass and called her, "Qianqian."
"Um?"
Jian Qian looked up curiously, and when she saw him raise his glass, she also raised her glass.
The two of them simply touched each other and slapped them gently.
Soon, Jian Qian's cell phone rang, and she picked it up and took it and took a look.
Sister: "Where is really in Fengying?"
Jian Qian: "Yes."
Zhuo Jian has already gone to bed, and when he sees the word "hmm", he feels a headache.
what to do?
Boss Fu really won the bet.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, "You send it again."
Jian Qian: "What?"
"Say you are in your own home, and attach a picture of your home."
“…”
After taking a shower, Fu Yanye walked over in the same pajamas as her. Seeing her sneaky, she smiled, knelt on one knee on the bed, and pulled the quilt away vigorously, "Why don't you get ready?"