"Oh! Why did it rain suddenly? You couple will stay for the night tonight!"
Before she could come back to her senses, the old lady's unexpected decision rang in her ears.
Zhuo Jian felt as if he was dead, but he was soon resurrected and said pitifully: "Grandma, I suddenly remembered that I had a manuscript to write and I had to go back and work overtime."
"You Master dares to ask you to work overtime?"
The eldest young master who hadn't spoken suddenly.
The elders suddenly felt that there were things they didn't know and looked at them curiously.
Immediately afterwards, I heard Fu Yanye say, "Give me his number."
Zhuo Jian saw that he had taken out his cell phone and wanted to call them to Xingshi to ask for guilt?
"The writing of the article is not under the jurisdiction of the Minister, this is my private job."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to explain to him, for fear that he would scare the other person's age again.
The director's wife almost knelt down to her that day, and she was so scared that she was about to jump out of her heart.
When Fu Yanye heard this, he looked at her scrutiny: "Are you still taking private jobs?"
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, don’t you want to pay back your money as soon as possible.
"Baby, why do you still have to take private jobs? It's hard enough to do live broadcasts every day."
The old lady looked at her with even more pity and appreciation.
"Before I returned to China, I wrote articles for a magazine. In addition, the work tasks of the TV station were not heavy later, so I continued to write."
Zhuo Jian said.
"So that's the case. It's good to do more to enrich yourself, but don't be too tired."
Wang Yue reminded her.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian nodded, but his eyes couldn't help but glance out.
"Don't write tonight. It's rare to come back to accompany me. It's raining again. If you go back, it only means that our family has a bad relationship."
The old lady said.
“…”
Zhuo Jian was defeated again.
After dinner, the family was drinking tea in the living room and watching Korean dramas. Fu Yanye was always in it, but he kept looking at his phone and did not add to the topic.
The atmosphere was always pretty good, until Wang Yue suddenly asked: "It's strange, why are you using your left hand all the time today? Are you not tired?"
Fu Yanye subconsciously raised his eyes and looked at her.
At the same time, Zhuo Jian's heart thumped again, as if a vase had fallen to the ground, and then subconsciously looked at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye glanced at her and then said lightly: "I'm not tired!" and continued to look at her phone.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help thinking, is he not going to tell his elders that his arm was broken?
She could understand how he didn't want to tell the elders about his feelings, but she felt that it could not be hidden.
The old man and the old lady took off after watching the show, and Fu Zhengzhi also pulled his wife to sleep. There were only two people left on the sofa.
Zhuo Jian actually subconsciously wanted to follow the old lady, but he couldn't find the empty words.
The old couple looked very loving, and she couldn't disturb her anymore.
As for Wang Yue, she even hugged her husband, and she was so close that she was a newly married couple.
Zhuo Jian unconsciously held the pillow and then looked straight at the screen.
The two of them seemed to be so far away from each other, without disturbing each other.
The huge living room suddenly became quiet, and only the news replayed on TV continued.
Zhuo Jian discovered that this was her news today. Looking at the Taiwan logo on that station, it was really their station.
Do the elders only watch this one?
Once Zhuo Jian had such an idea, he felt a heat gushing in his heart.
It's best not to!
After Fu Yanye looked at his cell phone, he suddenly asked her: "Which room are you sleeping in?"
"ah?"
"I've sued me, would I still expect you to sleep in the same bed with me?"
“…”
Why does he seem so mean whenever he says anything?
Zhuo Jian's heart was almost paralyzed by his tone.
Zhuo Jian came to the conclusion that he liked to humiliate her!
"I'm whatever I want."
Zhuo Jian's faint sentence.
Fu Yanye nodded and stood up and walked up.
Zhuo Jian looked out the window and the rain continued.
And the driver probably has stopped at this point, and if you take a taxi, people are unwilling to come here.
She leaned on the sofa and then silently watched the woman who was broadcasting the news on TV.
They all need to be steady and dignified when they do news, so Yang Yi and Li Yuqing reminded her as soon as she entered, asking her to dress up more maturely before entering the studio, so she always does it very well-educatedly.
But at this moment she looked at the woman on the screen alone, but felt a little unreal.
Is that woman who is broadcasting the news really her Zhuo Jian?
And when she looked at her current appearance, she was casual and monotonous, which was really inconsistent with that person.
Perhaps because of this, people won’t recognize her off-screen.
Seeing that there was no one else in the living room, she lay slightly on the side and hugged the pillow.
The sound was kept to a minimum, and she quietly watched the noon news replay.
The sound of rain accompanied me and I quickly fell asleep.
At the corner upstairs, the man came out after taking a shower, stood tall in his dark nightgown, looking down from a condescending place.
Indifferent, there was no warmth in his eyes.
But the long legs moved away first, and then his movements betrayed his surface indifference.
He took the blanket and covered her, looked at the TV screen and stared at her face.
Did he owe her in his previous life?
Owe a lot!
Otherwise, how could she be tortured by her in this life? She can’t beat her!
But someone who holds her in her hand is afraid of being scared will actually dare to touch her.
Isn't that asking for death?
Lin Jiaoyang deserves to suffer this disaster.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but lean forward and looked at her gentle eyelashes, nose tips, and her little mouth that made people want to kiss.
He still couldn't help it, and he wanted to kiss her as soon as he got closer.
Her lips were still delicious as always.
How can I satisfy him if I just kissed him?
Even in my heart, I felt particularly frustrated.
I wish I could swallow her, but I could only kiss her secretly.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but leaned over and wanted to kiss him for a second time, but Zhuo Jian turned around. He was tired in such a posture, but...
Fu Yanye lost the air, unable to help but press the tip of his tongue against the back alveolar, and then when he looked at her thin back, his eyes were a little sharp.
Soon, there were more people on the sofa.
Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzhi came out quietly to see two people lying on the sofa, and their postures were particularly ambiguous.
Wang Yue whispered: "Look at your son's promising prospects, he slapped his face and quietly slept with him."
"I don't know who it is with?"
Fu Zhengzhi glanced at his wife and said.
Wang Yue glared at him and then pulled him back to the room.
On the sofa, Fu Yanye's hand was gently placed on her slender waist, and the tip of his nose rubbed against her head. It didn't wash it, and it didn't smell bad.
Later, the lights in the living room were turned off and the TV was turned off, and Fu Yanye got into the blanket.
The heating is sufficient, but it's still a little cold.
In the darkness, Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled slightly.