When Zhuo Jian arrived home, she saw the sports car parked in front of her house without getting out of Li Yuqing's car.
Fu Yanye got out of the car very quickly, holding a black umbrella worth six figures.
He is a picky person, no matter what he wants, he only wants the best, for what he wears and what he uses.
If he likes a brand, he will always wear it, and if he likes something, he will always use it, but he never looks at cheap things.
Even on a rainy day, he was still so neat and tidy, walking closer and closer to her.
Zhuo Jian heard that her heart seemed to skip half a beat, and then began to operate irregularly.
Li Yuqing held the steering wheel tightly and looked at the people approaching, as if they were coming from hell and wanted to snatch away the gentle girl beside him. Finally, when Fu Yanye got to the front of the car, he asked Zhuo Jian:
"Do you want me to block it for you?"
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him: "How to block it?"
Li Yuqing looked at her tearful, gentle eyes, and the hand holding the steering wheel suddenly placed on hers.
Zhuo Jian frowned, looked at his hand holding hers, and unconsciously wanted to pull away.
"Let's date!"
Li Yuqing said suddenly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise.
"I like you!"
Li Yuqing continued.
Zhuo Jian felt that his brainpower was a bit lacking. Just when he didn't know how to reply to him, someone suddenly opened the car from the outside.
A gust of cold wind blew in, and someone grabbed her arm from the outside and forcibly pulled her out.
She stumbled against her chest in the rain, and looked up to see his dark and cold eyes.
He looked at her with disgust as always, but he didn't let her fall in the rain.
When the wind blew, a burst of fragrance was refreshing, and Fu Yanye frowned at her.
Li Yuqing got out of the car and wanted to say something, but Fu Yanye was already holding Zhuo Jian's shoulders and walking towards his sports car.
Most of his umbrella was above her head, and his hands held her slender shoulders tightly.
Finally, Fu Yanye pushed her into the passenger seat, looking proudly at Li Yuqing, who was standing in the rain, across the car and through the rain.
Li Yuqing knew what kind of person Fu Yanye was.
Li Yuqing knew even more that if Fu Yanye wanted to rob someone, he couldn't.
But people are often like this. Once you like something, it's hard to give it up without getting bruised all over.
Fu Yanye drove Zhuo Jian out of the community.
The car was filled with chill and dead silence!
He controlled the steering wheel arrogantly and looked coldly at the rain outside.
Zhuo Jian held his fingers and thought of what he had encountered that day.
Whether it was Fu Yanye or Li Yuqing, she quickly made a decision.
Fu Yanye quickly drove the car out, splashing water all the way.
They returned to the old house, but ignored the servant's greetings. He took her hand and forced her into the bathroom.
A group of people stared at each other outside, but inside he slammed the door shut, pressed her in front of the wash basin, turned on the faucet, took her wrist and put her hand into the water.
Zhuo Jian looked at him blankly.
She also wondered why he was having trouble, but she knew in her heart that he saw Li Yuqing touching her.
He never likes to get close to others, and of course his things cannot be touched by others.
Zhuo Jian angrily pulled her hand away from his, looked at him and asked, "What are you doing?"
"You are still my wife!"
"If you hadn't let me go this morning, I wouldn't be here anymore!"
Zhuo Jian reminded him.
Fu Yanye was stunned for a moment, feeling guilty.
But soon he grabbed her wrist again, and he didn't care about anything else. In short, he felt disgusted that her hand was touched and couldn't tolerate it.
Zhuo Jian couldn't get away and was so angry that after a while he picked up the soap box next to him and threw it directly at him. He was afraid of getting dirty. His soap boxes were all separate and no one used his, but there were ones for everyone to use together.
Put it aside.
The soap box hit his heart. He suddenly stopped rubbing her hands and looked at the traces of soap on his heart angrily. After a while, he looked up in disgust and looked at her with murderous eyes.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him stubbornly, not giving up at all.
Fu Yanye felt a fire burning in his heart, and the next moment he reflexively stepped forward.
But as soon as he got close, Zhuo Jian immediately dodged to the side until his chin was pinched by him. She groaned in pain and couldn't move.
"You want to die?"
Fu Yanye gritted his teeth and made a deep sound.
"There is only one woman in this world who will protect you, but that woman is not me!"
Zhuo Jian knew that she had already made him angry, but she didn't mind making him angry some more.
"So you plan to use your identity as Mrs. Fu to provoke other men?"
he asked her angrily.
"Will you let me be the young wife of the Fu family for the rest of my life?"
Zhuo Jian felt that he might have regarded her as an object, an object that he had owned for three years. He was indeed the kind of person who was very domineering about things that belonged to him. He probably forgot that she was still a living person who could resist.
"..."
Fu Yanye suddenly fell silent.
Young Madam Fu for life?
"You gave me the divorce agreement on the first day I came back. Young Master Ye, what happened to you?"
She finally asked her confusion.
He really hasn't been like him lately!
Fu Yanye suddenly let go of her and looked at her eyes slowly looking away.
Zhuo Jian was still looking at him, trying to get some answer from his eyes.
But in the end it failed.
He saw his dirty coat, took it off and threw it aside. He stood with his back to her for a while, then suddenly opened his long legs and walked out.
"Fu Yanye, have you fallen in love with me?"
Zhuo Jian didn't want to be so unclear, no matter if it was true or false, no matter if she was being sentimental or not, no matter how humiliated she was by him after asking this question, she wanted an answer.
Fu Yanye stopped suddenly, turned his head, and looked at her with dark eyes: "You are thinking too much!"
"Then why did you kiss me today? Why didn't you go to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"
His answer didn't surprise her at all, but it wasn't enough.
"That's because I have a very important meeting! Much more important than you!"
After he finished speaking, he left again.
"Is it more important than Lin Ruxiang?"
"..."
Fu Yanye's hand was already holding the doorknob, but at this moment he suddenly couldn't answer.
This is very unsettling for Fu Yanye, he is hesitant.
"What about tomorrow? Can I get divorced tomorrow?"
Zhuo Jian continued to ask him.
"meeting!"
After that sound, he finally opened the door.
And Zhuo Jian didn't ask him anything else.
Just that one word is enough.
It's like a war without smoke, but with a conclusion.
She will still swallow more, feel sad, and feel hollowed out, but she doesn't like procrastination, so she can endure it.
But she didn't expect that there would be so many people standing outside the door.
Fu Yanye's black eyes stared outside intently, then lowered his eyes after a moment, then turned to look at her indifferently.