Chapter 1304 He is still holding her hand, looking at her so tenderly
The huge private room suddenly became quiet.
The two of them looked at each other, and some words were just around their mouths, but they finally swallowed them back.
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When Jian Qian woke up the next day, she was in the super luxurious guest room in the hotel, but Feng Ying was no longer there.
Jian Qian thought about what they said last time and became a stranger when she saw each other again.
Last night, it was a farewell.
Jian Qian put her hand gently on her lower abdomen, and everything that happened to the two people from the first meeting to the present appeared in her mind. She didn't expect that she would almost die for a man.
That night, Jian Qian and Liu Yuntian went home together, and Feng Ying smashed his car downstairs of Jian Qian's apartment.
A week later, Jian Qian disappeared from City A.
Zhuo Jian’s birthday is still two days away, but he has already started receiving birthday gifts.
That day after she went to work, she saw a box sent from abroad in the office. She took a knife dedicated to express delivery and opened it. There was a photo inside, a photo that was enough to make her thrilling.
Li Yuqing went to talk to her, but no one responded when knocking on the door, but when she heard that she had arrived at the office, she opened the door of her office by herself, and then saw her standing in a daze at the desk, holding her hands, but she didn't.
thing.
But there is a card on the floor that is different from the color of the floor, or is it a card?
He walked over and bent over.
"Don't move."
Zhuo Jian said before he picked it up.
The photo was reversed. He didn't see the front, but he looked up and saw her blood-colored face, and soon he picked it up.
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at it anymore. She wanted to sit down, but when she held Yizi's hand slid, she sat on the ground.
"careful."
Li Yuqing grabbed one of her arms and then helped her into the chair.
Zhuo Jian didn't have the strength to speak, and he was shocked for a long time and could not escape.
“Where did it send it?”
Li Yuqing asked and went to see the express box.
Soon he called to ask about the phone number on the box, and the other side spoke fluent English. Not long after he finished listening, he hung up the phone and said to Zhuo Jian: "The person on the phone said someone gave her two hundred dollars and asked her to help deliver this.
A photo for you."
This is not the first time Zhuo Jian has received such a photo, so he naturally knows that some people can always pass the photos to her.
She almost forgot.
No, I have forgotten it.
Her father looked like when he died.
But this photo was at that time.
Even if such photos are sent from abroad, they are definitely sent from China.
I don’t know how many times it took to reincarnation before it was her turn.
Li Yuqing looked at the side and only wrote the words Happy Birthday.
Then I went to see Zhuo Jian again: "Your birthday is coming soon."
"Um."
Zhuo Jian reluctantly agreed.
Li Yuqing reminded her to tell Fu Yanye about the matter immediately, but she really forgot.
That night, Fu Yanye had a social event that he couldn't help, so she thought about it herself.
It was already midnight when he returned, and Zhuo Jian didn't know how he fell asleep.
"Baby, dad is gone, dad can't bear to part with you."
"Dad, dad, don't."
She had a nightmare. In the dream, she stood upstairs and saw her father standing on the balcony. Her father told her that she couldn't bear to part with her.
She didn't want her father to leave, she wanted to stop him, but he had no desire to survive at all, and just fell back in despair.
His photo was like he fell to the ground, his body was covered with blood, and he was lying in a pool of blood.
She sat up in shock and looked at her familiar environment, and realized that she was dreaming. When she breathed a sigh of relief, there was a familiar voice next to her, "Have a nightmare?"
She leaned slowly into his arms, "I dreamed of my dad."
Fu Yanye naturally knew which father she said was, and hugged her tightly: "Will we go and see him together later?"
She shook her head in his arms, then drilled into his chest. For some reason, her heart was always uneasy.
Fu Yanye didn't know why she suddenly thought of her father, but she didn't ask much.
Asking about nightmare will only make the person involved suffer for another time.
He just hugged her and accompanied her quietly.
Zhuo Jian passed by for a long time in his arms, and the scene of her father jumping off the building was always lingering in front of him, and then he moved around in his arms.
Fu Yanye looked down at her and touched her forehead. Sure enough, she was having a fever.
After breakfast, she took medicine and waking up in bed all morning. When she closed her eyes, she felt a nightmare.
Fu Yanye returned home at noon. She opened her eyes and saw him there, and immediately went to his arms: "Fu Yanye."
"I am here."
He kissed her hair comfortably and whispered: "Also have nightmares?"
She couldn't speak, but silence was the default at this time.
Fu Yanye asked Wang Rui if anyone went to find her yesterday, and Wang Rui said there was no special person.
When she fell asleep again, he called Li Yuqing.
On the TV station, Li Yuqing is the most familiar with her and she talks about everything.
Li Yuqing asked: "She didn't tell you?"
"What?"
Fu Yanye stood at the door and looked at the woman curled up inside and frowned.
"She received a photo yesterday, which was on the ground after her father jumped off the building."
That is, death.
Fu Yanye's pupils immediately became cold. It turned out that she was thinking about things when he was having a social event last night.
So the fever this morning was not without warning.
But she didn't mention a word to him.
He went back to the bed and took her into his arms: "A Jian."
Zhuo Jian opened his eyes in a daze, and couldn't see clearly: "Hmm?"
Even his voice was hoarse.
"Stop sleeping."
He whispered softly.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and tried hard to see him. Fu Yanye said, "Take you out for a walk."
"Not the strength."
She whispered.
"I'm there."
Fu Yanye put on her clothes, picked her up from the bed, and carried her out.
They got into the car, and under the curious eyes of the old man and the old lady, the car left the house.
Fu Yanye planted a rose on the mountain, and it was blooming brightly at this time.
He asked someone to set up tables, seats, and parasols there in advance.
After going up the mountain, I took her out and put it in my seat. There were flowers on the mountain and the sea at the foot of the mountain.
Fu Yanye moved the chair opposite to her, sat next to her, holding her hand, and looked at her: "Tell you about the social event last night?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian is actually a little hot, but seeing that he has done so much, he has tried hard to listen attentively.
"The couple started fighting at the dinner party. Because Mr. Wang's secretary and his wife had a necklace that was exactly the same as his wife, they were misunderstood. Mrs. Wang didn't listen to her explanation, and then they fought."
"Ah? Then don't you guys pull it?"
"Of course we can only watch the fun of their husband and wife, but fortunately no one will fight."
"What?"
"Mrs. Wang scratched Mr. Wang's face and pressed him to the ground. He rode him and said he wanted to make him die of his sons. Mr. Wang said they already had two sons. Mrs. Wang was so angry that he said he would let him die.
If you have lost your son and grandson with other women, guess what Mr. Wang said?”
"What?"
"Ten years ago, they had a ligation surgery when they had a young son, and it was impossible for them to regenerate."
"It seems that Mr. Wang is still a very dedicated person."
"Well, but Mrs. Wang forgot."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him in confusion, always feeling that there was something in his words.
But he still held her hand and looked at her so gently.
Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of the reason and put away the smile on his face, "You came home too late last night, and I went to bed."