Chapter 135 Zhuo Jian, the heroine of eight paintings
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At twelve o'clock noon, Zhuo Jian read out the article to the camera, "Fu Yanye, president of the famous entrepreneur Fu Group, our city, announced that the wedding will be held after the New Year, with the bride's surname and eight strokes."
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When the man who was watching the news and eating here, he unconsciously pushed his tongue against the back alveolar and laughed.
"How did you make her read this kind of thing?"
Su Bai, who was having dinner, asked thoughtfully.
Fu Yanye took a piece of paper and wiped his slender fingers, and his voice was deep: "I just donated tens of millions to the TV station."
“…”
Su Bai thought to himself, you are such a good guy, but only tens of millions?
Oh!
But eight paintings of the bride's surname?
Su Bai's hands quietly painted on the table.
"Hey! Lin just happened to be eight paintings!"
"It just happens that Lin is not the only one who paints eight times."
When Fu Yanye heard the word Lin, he reminded him with a cold face.
Su Bai's heart tightened and immediately described another word, this...
Fu Yanye thought to himself that when she read it, she probably only calculated Lin Ruxiang's stroke order. What is this called?
There must be a sparse in a hundred secrets!
In the next week, all Zhuo Jian's live broadcasts would receive a temporary news about Fu Yanye, each of which would be about his marriage.
What wedding was planned to be in the countryside shade she liked, or in Gisborne, New Zealand?
There is also the first photo of her when she was a child, with her back, wearing a pink skirt, and lying with a curly wool.
Zhuo Jian read it all out, but he couldn't help but joke for the first time: "It is said that his girlfriend is pregnant, I don't know if she can run so far!"
Yang Yi, as her partner, took a breath after hearing this. If it weren't for the live broadcast, she would really be unable to hold back.
That afternoon, Zhuo Jian came home from get off work, and Fu Yanye was already cooking in the kitchen. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a green apron.
Those who don’t know thought he was the male owner of this family.
but……
Zhuo Jian stood at the silhouette from a distance and couldn't help but speak: "When did Mr. Fu get into private houses? Those who don't know would think you are the male owner of this house."
Fu Yanye heard the voice and gave her a gloomy eyes, and then continued to prepare his supper.
Zhuo Jian kicked his high heels and walked over barefoot: "Did you hear me talking? Mr. Fu!"
"I heard that you want to eat the wontons you made at home. The skin was made by the servants at home, and the meat was wrapped by me, with one hand."
Fu Yanye talked to her while placing the wontons neatly on a container.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and he silently glanced at his left hand that had been moving, and a fire broke out: "What are you smoking recently? Spend tens of millions of dollars to buy equipment for the TV station and rebuild us
In the studio, there is a bouquet of white roses every day, and the cards are always sarcastic and provocative. And now, this little wonton, your company is so big, are you really so idle?"
"What? You are only allowed to sue me for divorce and lied to the media that I am not my wife, so I am not allowed to stimulate you?"
Fu Yanye asked her without answering.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
So all this he did was a fight back?
Then he would have a big compensation, and she would not spend much money on suing him.
And if he fights back, he will fight back well. What's the matter now?
A big man or a big boss actually made wontons for her in her small kitchen?
Still one hand?
She didn't have this skill.
Zhuo Jian touched his chilling forehead in anger, then looked at him and asked, "What you did is to fight back, right?"
"yes!"
"What about these little wontons now?"
"I added medicine inside, and after you take it, I will throw you on the bed, and then..."
Fu Yanye's slender body leaned forward, his beautiful left hand pressed against the edge of the marble platform, and his black eyes stared at her directly.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and he couldn't help but look at him with caution.
"Go and wash your hands and prepare for dinner!"
Fu Yanye didn't like to see her guarded expression, so he stood up and prepared to cook wontons, and ordered coldly.
Zhuo Jian stood there and did not move. She never needed him to cook any small wontons for her.
She wanted to eat because she missed her mother.
Moreover, she mentioned this matter to Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping that the three of them had dinner together that night.
Who betrayed her?
It's obvious!
Zhuo Jian felt that there was a traitor around him, and he was even more overwhelmed.
"Go and wash your hands quickly. There is no poison in the wontons. I came to you to ask you for advice from your mother-in-law to discuss grandpa's birthday party."
Fu Yanye had no choice but to explain again.
Zhuo Jian stared at him for a while, and after he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes, he had to wash his hands willingly.
The fragrance of wontons was smelled when she came out of the bathroom.
Suddenly I remembered the scene when two of them gathered at the dining table to eat small wontons together, and my eyes were blurred instantly.
The wontons her mother made were the best in the world. Sometimes, Wang Yue threw Fu Yanye at their house, and her mother would give them both.
Zhuo Jian pulled the chair away, sat down with his head down, and dragged the bowl he had served to him. Then he saw the cilantro and chopped green onions in the small bowl, and added a little bit of it to the bowl.
inside.
Fu Yanye saw that she was angry and knew that he was looking for chopped green onions. After he put it on, he sat opposite her.
"Didn't my grandfather's birthday party be prepared by my mother in person in previous years?"
"Well! But you're back this year, she said she'll leave it to both of us this year."
“…”
When Zhuo Jian heard it behind, he couldn't help but look up at him again.
Fu Yanye was confused when she saw her. He couldn't help but sigh and asked her: "How can he not look at me that much?"
I just learned to make wontons and I studied for a long time.
"Is the birthday party in the stars?"
Zhuo Jian immediately lowered his eyes and asked, blowing the wontons in the spoon.
"Well! Because it's the birthday, there will be a lot of people coming this time. I'm afraid some will be busy at that time, so you'll be mentally prepared to be tired."
Fu Yanye also stirred the wontons in his bowl and said.
Zhuo Jian took one, but his eyes were not sure whether it was smoked by the hot soup or stimulated by his words.
She couldn't help but look up at him again, and then swallowed it and said clearly to him: "You can help now, but on the night of the birthday party, I'm afraid I can't do it until I'm always there."
Fu Yanye also ate a wonton before asking: "Reason!"
"We haven't figured out what's going on yet, right? I don't want to be the object of everyone's discussion."
Zhuo Jian said.
"When my mother-in-law left, the Fu family helped you do it. Why were you not afraid of becoming the object of everyone's discussion at that time?"
"Because you were still awake at that time."
“…”
Fu Yanye put down the spoon, leaned back on the back of the chair, and glanced at her coldly with black eyes.
Her eyes were saying that he was just a bastard and a beast now.
"At that time, you gave me a divorce agreement, and you were determined to divorce, but now..."
"I asked you to report the post-New Year wedding message to remind you that after the New Year, I will really hold a wedding, and the woman is you!"
Fu Yanye stretched his legs under the table, and his domineering eyes looked like her, clearly word by word.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in shock.
Fu Yanye continued: "Zhuo Jian, the heroine of the Eight Paintings."