Liu Yuntian was not walking in, but Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye had arranged for her bodyguards before and were waiting for her at the city dividing point.
Jian Qian was a little confused, Liu Yuntian said: "I won't go in. I have to deal with some things well this time. If I send you here, I will finish the work."
“…”
Jian Qian looked at him and suddenly felt that they were saying goodbye.
So before she got out of the car, she suddenly turned her head and looked at him and said, "Yuntian, get along well with your wife, she is worth it."
He smiled, nodded, and watched her.
Jian Qian got into the bodyguard's car and asked him to drive to Zhuo Jian's apartment opposite the TV station, the only place she wanted to go now.
There are also traces of Zhuo Jian's stay in it, and there is even the fragrance that Zhuo Jian likes, but Zhuo Jian is not here.
It's been so long.
Is this person still there?
——
It's cloudy, and the living room in the castle is dark and has a strong sense of age.
The slender man was looking at the article with a very familiar style on his phone. When he heard the footsteps, his black eyes slowly raised up.
"Boss, found it."
"Um."
He let out a dull voice.
"That car is the driver of an ancient castle by the beach. He comes to the town once a week and goes to the cafe we often go to."
"weekly?"
No wonder.
Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes and looked at the red floor in the middle of the day. He put away his cell phone soon and quickly got up: "What week is today?"
“Friday.”
“…”
Fu Yanye sat there, silent for a long time.
Wang Rui stared at him, "Boss, I can go there tonight to guard."
"No, I'll go in person."
Fu Yanye refused, and after a low voice, he stood up.
When he went out, a servant brought him a coat. He walked to the door and stopped again. After thinking about it, he continued to walk out.
If he found her, it was so cold that he could take off his coat and wear it for her.
When she had a good relationship, she often said that she liked the warmth in his arms and liked to wear his coat.
Fu Yanye strode towards the parking plating, and Wang Rui stood at the door and watched quietly.
The servant stepped forward, "Mr. Wang, where are the bosses going so late?"
"Go to find the lady."
Wang Rui's eyes followed his figure, and he sincerely hoped that he could find Zhuo Jian as soon as possible.
The couple had just made up.
He still remembers the scene where Fu Yanye celebrated her birthday and proposed to her at Xingguang, and the sound I love you...
He has been proud of his boss for more than 30 years, and one day he will be willing to say that sentence to a woman over and over again.
He hopes that Fu Yanye can find Zhuo Jian tonight, so that they can be a member of the group.
Fu Yanye drove to the opposite side of the cafe. The car stopped. He didn't get close, but just stared at it from a distance.
He didn't even dare to lower his eyes, for fear that he would miss her if he lowered his eyes.
But until the early morning, no sign of her was in and out of the cafe.
He leaned back into the seat and continued to look at it with such concentration, but some light gradually disappeared in his eyes.
His fingers kept touching his ring. When he closed his eyes a little, his mind was her scrapped car...
Wang Rui said that he found the car, it must be hers, so...
She won't die.
Of course she won't die.
They haven't been able to spend the rest of their lives well.
She hadn't said a word of love for him, when they were all awake.
Fu Yanye was dull for a long time there until dawn the next day.
Wang Rui knew his thoughts well, so he brought him a sandwich when he went to find him.
Fu Yanye looked at the cafe and ate the sandwich brought by Wang Rui, and found it very unpalatable.
The woman suddenly appeared in front of him. It was the first time she made a sandwich after returning to China. She was vegetarian, so the sandwich she made was naturally not very delicious, but it was the first time he had eaten it.
Now that I think about it, I suddenly feel that it is the best food he has ever eaten in his life.
He could no longer swallow it, threw the sandwich beside him, picked up the thermos and drank the coffee he brought.
But even the coffee has become very unpalatable.
The cafe started to get on board around 8 o'clock, one after another, one day after another...
The car never came again, nor did it see that figure that resembled her again.
Fu Yanye drove to the address Wang Rui mentioned, but the guards outside the castle gate were tightly guarded, so he did not dare to alert the enemy.
And for a whole day, no car came out of it.
It seems too quiet inside, even...
Is anyone living there?
It was not until late at night, far away, that his heart seemed to be revived when he saw a window on the third floor light.
——
The Chinese New Year is about to be held, Chengcheng called him and asked, "Dad, when will you and mom be back? It's time for the Chinese New Year, don't be too playful."
"Well, we will try our best to rush back before the New Year. Are your younger brothers and sisters okay recently?"
"It's okay, except that I will miss you."
Chengcheng was a little lost and unhappy.
"Fu Chengqian, has your father ever said that you are great?"
"Um?"
Chengcheng suddenly felt a little energetic and listened with his ears.
"You are more sensible than your father when he was a child."
Fu Yanye continued to say again.
"Dad, what's wrong with you?"
Chengcheng almost felt proud when she heard it, but soon realized something was wrong.
"It's okay, I just want to tell you, take good care of my younger brother and sister, and we will go back soon."
"Okay, then can't I talk to my mother?"
"I'll ask her to send you a voice later."
"Oh well."
Chengcheng is very strange. Why does his father never let his mother send him a video?
And they, father and son, just called.
Why.
Is their father too domineering to let them see their mother?
Is that a bit perverted?
And dad loves them so much.
Chengcheng vaguely felt something, but because of her age, she just sighed helplessly and went to bed to accompany her sister sensiblely.
It was Thursday.
Christmas has passed early, another Thursday.
It just rained, and there were many fallen leaves on the road, especially on the roadside. The poetic and picturesque feeling exuded a kind of desolation.
There are few people on the road, and some even wear down jackets.
He went into the cafe in a gray coat and ordered an American cup.
Then he looked inside and found that it was just past eight o'clock in the morning, and there were not many people, and they were basically here to take them away.
"Please refill it."
There is a gentle female voice, although she speaks English, but...
The voice was right behind him, on the back of his heart.
His hands tightened in his pocket and even sweated. The woman walked to him and said thank you with a smile when the waiter helped her refill.
Fu Yanye held his breath and slowly turned his eyes...
That was a woman with short hair with ears and hair was caramel-colored and was almost in the same line as her coat.