But he went out to work very early, and she entered the study he mentioned, which was also her special studio.
The computer password was entered as Fu Yanye said and it was indeed opened.
He gave her his wife's computer?
But it's really unreserved.
The computer screensaver is a photo of her and her children, but it looks perfect.
She thought the photos should be taken by professional photographers, and they were all very good at finding them in terms of light and character angles.
What she didn't know was that it was taken by Fu Yanye himself.
She found a file on the computer screen, which was a manuscript.
His wife actually wrote too?
Zhuo Jian thought about it and opened a blank document. After watching it, she logged in as he said.
Their husband and wife are pretty good, and he seems to know all her passwords.
No wonder she was asked to stay here.
Why.
She's a substitute.
Soon, she heard the door ringing and raised her eyes to look at the door.
"lady."
"you……"
Why did a stranger suddenly break in and call her wife?
Chang Xia and Yuan Man have officially met again.
All morning, they were talking about their wife, and Zhuo Jian listened so seriously that he almost fell asleep.
"Madam, do you really don't remember at all?"
Chang Xia was a little disappointed and asked her dejectedly.
I talked all morning, but I had no memory at all, and her voice was hoarse.
Zhuo Jian was also depressed when he lay on the desk: "Do you think I am like this? Do you think I have any memories?"
“By the way.”
Yuan Man suddenly stood up from the sofa next to him.
Chang Xia and Zhuo Jian looked at her.
Yuan Man immediately said: "Chang Xia, isn't there any evidence of your wife's injury on your phone?"
"ah?"
"As long as it can prove that the scars on the wife's body are in the same position as the wounds of that year, can it prove that the wife is the wife?"
Yuan Man said again.
Chang Xia immediately stood up with energy: "Yes."
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Chang Xia quickly found an old cell phone, and the three of them surrounded a cell phone at the desk. Chang Xia said, "It's been a long time since I haven't used it, so I'm out of power, wait a moment."
The scene was a little strange all of a sudden.
However, seeing that the two of them were so serious, Zhuo Jian suddenly thought that they said she was injured, so he asked before the camera was turned on: "Why was she injured? She is still so severe?"
"It's all the blame for that woman, but that woman should be dead."
Chang Xia said.
Seeing that Zhuo Jian probably didn't understand, Yuan Man said, "There was a woman who wanted to steal the boss before, so she used all kinds of bad intentions to tie our little master Chengcheng. When you went to save him, she asked someone to pick him up.
Broken tendons.”
“…”
Zhuo Jian doesn't know what kind of picture it is, and he can't imagine it, but the guess should be quite heavy.
“It’s open.”
Chang Xia finally waited until the computer started and immediately became energetic.
Zhuo Jian and Yuan Man also stared at her cell phone.
"Some photos were collected from the Internet later. Lawyer Ouyang said that if you need to sue or something, you will be able to use it."
"Secretary?"
Zhuo Jian asked curiously.
"Well, at that time, Lawyer Ouyang thought that such a big thing might require a lawsuit, but later she ran away."
Chang Xia said.
Zhuo Jian had a little idea, but he still stared at her phone seriously. She opened the album and found that many of the photos were not her, but the children and Zhuo Jian.
That's an album that requires a password.
"I didn't have time to take pictures when you were injured, and this was in the hospital later."
Chang Xia said, and then showed her the photo.
Zhuo Jian only took a look, and then turned down silently.
Later, when the gauze was removed, it was very certain that the injured area was the same as the ones she would occasionally hurt now.
But……
Zhuo Jian continued to turn around again.
Yuan Man quietly observed Zhuo Jian's expression, feeling that there was great hope that she would think she was herself.
Chang Xia patiently told her the photos, "At that time, you were pregnant with two young masters, Chengqing and Chengli. I took it and planned to give Yuan Man a look, but I didn't dare to do so later, so I kept it."
"Um."
She agreed casually and continued to look through the photos.
She had short hair.
But it's not as short as it is now.
Zhuo Jian finally stopped as he flipped through it.
"This picture is, the boss will accompany you to cut your hair short."
Chang Xia saw her stopping in a photo of her and Fu Yanye, and Fu Yanye cut her buzz cut to match her short hair.
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything anymore, slowly retreated his phone back to Chang Xia.
Chang Xia looked at her: "Madam, do you still don't believe it?"
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything anymore, but just pinched his finger and fell into deep thought.
Yuan Man calmly said to her: "Madam, don't feel psychologically stressed. You are at home now. You are safe and no one can harm you anymore."
Zhuo Jian was still silent.
Later, the two of them left, and Zhuo Jian huddled in the chair alone.
I was unable to write, but opened the previous document and then fell into deep thought.
It turns out that her current writing style is so similar to that in the computer.
Before Fu Yanye returned home, Yuan Man and Chang Xia told him about showing Zhuo Jian's photos, but when he went back, he didn't see her on the first floor, so he went upstairs.
The door of the study room was slowly opened.
She hugged in the chair and hugged her knees, not knowing what she was thinking, but she was distracted anyway.
He even had a fire of hope in his heart, and even more so in his eyes, he walked slowly over, gently hugged her shoulders next to her and squeezed them, "How long has it been like this?"
Zhuo Jian slowly looked up at him, like a trapped bird.
She looked at the steady, hoarse voice in the computer again: "She used to write articles."
"She has written a lot. She is also a mysterious and famous public relations, an excellent host, reporter, and behind the scenes later."
“…”
Zhuo Jian fell into silence again.
Is that person asking her to write because of this?
Because she used to do this?
No, no.
That person is so nice to her.
How could it be her, the enemy?
Fu Yanye squatted beside her and asked her: "Didn't you write something today?"
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, and he defaulted.
"Would you please carry you downstairs? I'll prepare supper, will you watch the show?"
Fu Yanye discussed with her again.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and nodded.
Fu Yanye smiled with relief, got up and picked her up from her seat, and walked out with her arms.
It's always easy for him to hold her.
Zhuo Jian shrank in his arms, looking at his angular outlines and heroic facial features.
Will he be her husband?
Will it really be her husband?
She dared not think about how she spent so many years with such a person and had four children.
How could she have that ability?
The doctors say she is not lucky enough to be a mother.
She lowered her head unconfidently and stopped looking at him.
Fu Yanye put her on the large sofa in the living room, knelt in front of her on one knee, and held her hand: "Take it slow, don't keep thinking."
"You know what I'm thinking?"
Zhuo Jian finally spoke again and asked him softly.