Zhuo Jian held his chin and negotiated with him with a proud attitude.
So that night, Boss Fu did not kneel on the durian, and Mrs. Fu did not sacrifice herself.
——
Zhuo Jian was always a little nervous.
Of course she knew that this was not in line with reality. She was his wife who had four children, and they both had done it many times.
But she had no memory of that in her mind. On occasion, he kissed and grasped her so strongly.
Zhuo Jian becomes more and more afraid the more he thinks, so he can't take that step.
The next day, Chen Moli went to play with her. Seeing that she looked bored, she asked her, "Sister Jian, are you unhappy because of your amnesia?" Remember the website address
When Zhuo Jian heard this, he held his chin and thought carefully, and then said: "Something."
"Although you have lost your memory, your brother-in-law still loves you very much. Moreover, as far as I know, you and your brother-in-law were childhood sweethearts when they were young. By the way, although some people have rumored that he liked another person before, I have actually heard of it. Another version.”
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at her with interest and hoped that she would continue to talk.
Chen Moli smiled, sat on the sofa with her, and continued to preach: "This version is what Chen wants to tell me. He said that my brother-in-law has been calm to everyone since he was a child, but he will look nervous when he sees you."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at her unexpectedly.
"As a boy, he will only look nervous in front of the girl he likes. In other words, his brother-in-law and you have actually had a secret relationship since childhood."
"is that so?"
Zhuo Jian is not sure.
"Maybe you two are just having a crush on each other."
"But as far as I know, I have no crush on him."
"ah?"
"I'm Minglian, I heard."
"Ah, that's how you are in love with your brother-in-law, and then your brother-in-law wants to refuse, but he still welcomes you? He deliberately plays the scene of you chasing me and running away with you? Then..."
"Then what?"
"Then a woman named Lin's crush on her brother-in-law suddenly appeared. I even suspect that my brother-in-law almost had an accident back then, and the woman named Lin intentionally arranged it. Then she rushed out and was stabbed for her brother-in-law at a critical moment. The story later.”
"The story of them almost getting married later, and I almost divorced Fu Yanye?"
Zhuo Jian was fascinated by listening and thinking.
She found some things on the Internet. Lin Ruxiang almost died in order to save Fu Yanye. Later, Fu Yanye fell in love with her for a while and even wanted to marry her until...
Until a woman named Zhuo Jian returns to China.
That is her.
In fact, she vaguely said that whenever someone mentioned that matter, that kind of situation would appear in her mind, which was unreal, but it seemed that it had happened.
For example, when she went abroad, when she returned to China, her reunion with Fu Yanye, and...
Well, many things seem to be remembered freshly.
However, after this moment, I felt that it was probably illusory, that it was thought of something on the day and dreaming about something on the night, not that I really remember it.
Otherwise, why did she remember that little bit?
"Love is really something that makes people love and hate."
Chen Moli walked around her living room for two times and sighed unconsciously.
Zhuo Jian looked at Chen Moli standing at the window with her hands behind her back, and suddenly felt cute. Thinking of what she and Chen were thinking, he asked more, "Have your divorce procedures been completed?"
Chen Moli's eyes flashed with dimness, but then she turned around with a smile, walked back to her and sat down: "No."
"Why?"
"Because I'm a slut."
“…”
"I want to say I don't really want to get a divorce, do you believe it?"
"But, didn't you say you wanted to remarry?"
Zhuo Jian remembered what she said to Chen Xiang in public that night.
"Hey, that's all for lying to him. He once went abroad to find me and begged me to come back. I didn't agree."
Chen Moli said.
Zhuo Jian looked at her curiously, not knowing where to ask.
"I just heard that Liang Yu was back and Aunt Liang left, so I came back to make a fuss."
Chen Moli explained.
"What to mix up?"
Zhuo Jian asked her in confusion.
"Of course you don't remember the grudges between me and Liang Yu, but the fact is that she has been entangled with Chen Xiang for many years. She made Chen Wan fall in love with her, and then treated Chen Wan as a spare tire, and then..."
More than an hour passed after Chen Moli's detailed explanation.
It was already cloudy that afternoon, but it started to rain at this point.
Chen Moli later lay on Zhuo Jian's lap, touched her hair and whispered to her: "Sister Jian, I just can't stand Liang Yu's good life."
"That woman is quite annoying."
Zhuo Jian only said this later.
"Of course she hates it. I can't stand her for having a good life, and she can't stand you for having a good life, but if we fight one, we will win."
Chen Moli said again. After the phone rang, she took out the phone from her dress pocket and looked at it. She answered it when it was almost over: "What are the instructions Mr. Chen has?"
“Where is it?”
"Where do I need to report to Mr. Chen?"
"I want to see you."
Chen Xiang explained helplessly on the phone.
"Sorry, I don't want to see you."
Chen Moli hung up after saying that, but then she was a little sad and said, "Sister Jian, I want to find something to do."
"What's the matter?"
“I’ve studied architecture before.”
“…”
"I have also obtained a certificate abroad during this period. I want to enter their business."
Chen Moli only clicked until the time was raining heavily and left the Fu family.
Zhuo Jian stood at the window and looked at the departure of the red Maserati. Her opinion of Chen Moli was that Chen Moli was very independent, but the occasionally twinkling starlight in Chen Moli's eyes told her that Chen Moli was seriously injured.
It's love hurt.
——
When Fu Yanye came back in the evening, he smelled a familiar smell at home that he didn't like.
Everyone sat on the sofa, and the fruit trays on the table were ripe and the most exquisite durian.
Fu Yanye took off his coat, put it on his arm, and asked, "Why are you eating this?"
"Oh, Jian Jian likes to eat, so I asked a few friends to bring them."
Fu Zhengzhi said.
Fu Yanye: “…”
"Madam, the durian skin is quite fresh. I'm wondering, should we make some soup or something?"
The aunt from the kitchen came out from inside to ask.
Fu Yanye gave the coat to the butler who came over, and then slowly sat down next to Zhuo Jian, his face kept dark.
"Let's forget about the durian skin, throw it away."
"Hey, mom, don't throw it away, I'm still useful."
"What's the use of you?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly asked, which made Wang Yue ask curiously.
"Yeah, you can soak your feet."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and responded.
"Foot soaking? OK, if you like to soak your feet, then soak your feet."
Wang Yue thought that this would be no harm anyway.
Fu Yanye was listening to it but his whole body was tense, thinking about what feet to soak?
Could it be that I want to ask me to kneel down in durian skin?
Fu Yanye remembered that she had remorseed her sweetly last night, and couldn't help but feel upset, and suggested in a loud voice: "There are Chinese medicine bags for foot soaking, so just forget about durian skin."
"But I heard that durian skin can drive away the cold."