Fu Yanye sat beside the bed, gently stroking her hair with her warm palms.
"A Jian, cheer up quickly, okay?"
He bent down and gently hugged her.
Fu Yanye thought about seeing what Wang Rui gave him, and just took a look, he kicked the computer to pieces.
He hated Lin Jiaoyang, and also hated himself.
When he was young, he was scared away when he was held by her and confessed. When he married her when he became an adult, he was not responsible for her. He deserved that she would not want him.
If he could do it again, he would have been her boyfriend when he was young.
But at that time he didn't know how to express his feelings.
Facing the girl's sudden and enthusiastic confession, he panicked.
After marrying her, even if he can't love her well, he can at least go and see her.
She had just lost her father at that time, so she must have been very sad.
The more Fu Yanye thought about it, the more he blamed himself. When he thought of Lin Jiaoyang's perverted hobby, he wanted to tear Lin Jiaoyang to pieces, and he should be doomed.
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The night is dull, like a pair of skeleton hands that are about to tear the hot heart in half.
All the pain after dawn will be easily disguised, and the dark things are buried in the heart.
She changed into a capable and exquisite shirt and trousers, tied up her long hair and sat at the dining table.
After breakfast, the three of them went out and saw a familiar sports car leaving.
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that he came last night and couldn't help but go to see where the car disappeared.
Yuan Man opened the car door, "Madam."
Zhuo Jian came back to his senses and got into the car.
Today I am going to record the broadcast. Zhuo Jian’s first thing he did when he returned to the office was to change into beautiful high heels.
When Ouyang Ping heard that she came back, she immediately ran to her office. She was relieved when she saw that she was dressed properly, but she couldn't help but ask her: "You really have no problem going to work now?"
Zhuo Jian shook his head, "No problem at all."
Ouyang Ping looked at the determination and calmness in her eyes, and then sat down next to her, "Who enlightened you?"
"I want to drink milk tea. After recording the show, let's go to drink milk tea?"
Zhuo Jian immediately came to his mind last night, but what he said was another topic.
"Fu Yanye?"
Ouyang Ping couldn't help asking her curiously.
Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly: "Do you have to admit it? Please ask milk tea."
"I'll just ask, so, have you made up?"
Ouyang Ping couldn't help but continue asking questions again.
Zhuo Jian looked at the ring given to her by the old lady in her hand and whispered: "It's over."
Ouyang Ping: "I'll buy milk tea for you."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and saw her go out so quickly, and laughed unconsciously.
Ouyang Ping actually understood Zhuo Jian’s thoughts. In fact, if she wasn’t there, she wouldn’t be with that person.
Even if her father was wrong, her father was then.
But Ouyang Ping thought, if it weren't for Fu Yanye, would Zhuo Jian want someone else?
If it weren't for Fu Yanye, there wouldn't be anyone else.
As Zhuo Jian’s good sister, how could she bear to see Zhuo Jian not be loved by her partner?
Ouyang Ping suddenly stopped halfway through her walk.
The interview went smoothly. The other party was a very capable female artist, in her forties, more than 30 dramas, and more than half of them had won awards.
In the play, from famous young actresses to strong women, to professional mothers, two marriages and two families outside the play. She said that everything in this world is changing, the only thing that remains unchanged is that we humans have to adapt and adapt at all times.
Zhuo Jian thought, right, that's it.
When she saw the guests off, she became much more transparent, but stopped in the corridor leading to the office.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia were waiting at the door with a few milk tea bags. Their expressions were still very muscular. However, Ouyang Ping next to them said with a smile: "You have just recovered from a serious illness, so I have bought a few more copies for you to replenish them.
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Zhuo Jian Yuanman and Chang Xia were full of milk tea, and asked: "How about a debate competition?"
"ah?"
Chang Xia looked at her dumbly, but she didn't react.
"Defense?"
Yuan Man was also a little confused. It would be difficult for her to talk to her if she was fighting.
Zhuo Jian neatly held his long hair, then turned his head and looked at the woman leaning against the wall and drinking milk tea: "Let's go?"
Ouyang Ping smiled guiltily and had to follow her back to the office.
When discussing topics, can you tell others about the people around you?
Half an hour later, Yuan Man quietly went out and called Fu Yanye. Fu Yanye asked, "Who won?"
"lady."
Yuan Man replied to him a little ashamed.
"Um."
When Fu Yanye heard the result, his eyes couldn't hide his pride. After putting down his phone, he was thinking that she wanted to drink milk tea, so he just went to invite her. Isn't it that simple?
She could give up on him, could he not pursue her again?
Besides, there is a son between them.
Fu Yanye thought that no matter what, he had an advantage in chasing her, at least he had more than the one with the surname Sheng.
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The lights are on.
Zhuo Jian brought Yuan Man and Chang Xia out of it.
Fu Yanye was wearing black trousers and a white shirt, standing in front of the car, looking at her calmly.
The evening breeze blew away her long hair, and the warm embrace of last night appeared in her mind unconsciously. She walked down, "Mr. Fu is there anything wrong?"
Yuan Man and Chang Xia did not dare to get close, for fear of disturbing their conversation.
Fu Yanye saw her approaching, but said nothing, but leaned over and took out the red rose that had been prepared from the car.
Zhuo Jian looked at the big bouquet of roses and his heart trembled.
Fu Yanye murmured: "I just want to have a meal with you."
Yuan Man and Chang Xia were both obsessed with seeing it, feeling that there seemed to be nothing more romantic in this world.
Li Yuqing, Yang Yi and Ouyang Ping also saw the scene from inside. Ouyang Ping sighed: "Boss Fu has taken the initiative again."
"It should be starting from scratch."
Li Yuqing smiled and said something.
Ouyang Ping looked at him in confusion.
Li Yuqing said: "He should be planning to pursue A Jian again."
Yang Yi couldn't help but mutter, "The domineering president pursues a popular female host. Isn't this the romance novel my wife is chasing recently?"
Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping both laughed when they saw him.
At the steps, Fu Yanye and she stood next to the sports car, but they were still in a stalemate.
Zhuo Jian didn't accept the flowers, so he didn't let go.
He said: "I made your breakfast a few days ago."
Zhuo Jian listened, lowered his head, and when he looked at him again, his eyes sharper, "Is this the only one?"
Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes half-closed, and then looked at her awkwardly: "It was me last night."
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes and did not lift him up again.
Fu Yanye was tired of holding the flowers, and couldn't help asking her: "Do you want to collect them? Red roses represent the most passionate love."
Zhuo Jian looked at the bouquet of roses again, looked down at the little leather shoes he had changed, and murmured: "Fu Yanye, we are divorced."
After hearing this, Fu Yanye took the bouquet of flowers for a few seconds, then threw the flowers back into the car, and glanced at her with ambitious eyes: "Don't always mention this to me, I agreed to what if it happened.
If you have nothing to do with me, give me a chance."
"That was said by yourself, I didn't agree."
Zhuo Jian said, then turned around and left.
Fu Yanye caught up with her with a few big strides, and walked backwards under the lights, and she slowly moved forward.
"You mean we're over?"
"yes."
Zhuo Jian wanted to bypass him, and then blocked him. He raised his eyes and looked at him in anger and replied to him.
"Don't think about it."
Fu Yanye stopped and said, blocking her.
"The end is the end. Where can anyone be entangled with divorce and is still entangled all day long?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye sighed in anger, put his hands on his wide waist and hips, walked slowly to her with his long legs, and looked at her with black eyes, with four words of certainty, "We are."