Lin Ruxiang said: "Continue to wait for my phone call, I can't let this person live a peaceful life."
Lin Ruxiang thought of the day when she fainted, Fu Yanye stood there so coldly but ignored her, and her hatred for Zhuo Jian became even deeper.
It seemed that all her illnesses arose because of Zhuo Jian.
The reporter left quickly, but as soon as the elevator was reached, someone quickly grabbed the back of the neck and threw it in.
The surveillance camera in the elevator had been blocked, and she was pinched to her throat and her eyes were dark.
"What do Lin Ruxiang want you to do to Mrs. Fu's young lady?"
"Keke ..."
The reporter was a young man over 1.8 meters tall, but at this time he was helpless and couldn't speak. He looked at the person who was pinching his throat and didn't know him at all.
When Wang Rui received Yuan Man's photo, he began to check those people. Finally, he found out that this person was walking with Lin Ruxiang more and followed him immediately. Unexpectedly, he really came to find Lin Ruxiang.
"Ms. Lin asked me to follow Mrs. Fu's wife and report to her in time if you have any questions. She will give orders from time to time."
"This time so many reporters blocked the TV station, was she also instructed me?"
"Yes, she gives me the money and I will give it to the people who come with me to surround Mrs. Fu."
Wang Rui used cleverness in his hand and threw the person out.
The reporter fell directly to the ground, covering his neck dyingly.
"Tell me your number, and from now on I will know every update of her, unless you want to die here."
Wang Rui took out his cell phone and looked at him with a cold look.
reporter:"……"
The reporter looked at the surveillance camera on the top and knew that he had met someone who could kill him and reported his mobile phone number tremblingly.
Soon Wang Rui left the elevator and called Fu Yanye first after he left.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye said, "I understand."
Then he immediately called another subordinate and asked, "How is Lin's now?"
"It's not good. Lin Ruxiang has been attracting customers, but the demand for customers he has attracted is not large. In addition, Shen Lanxin is looking for someone to be with Lin's family, as if she wants to hollow out the Lin family."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye's phoenix eyes were half-closed, becoming more and more dangerous.
"Yes, but Lin Ruxiang is very cautious. This person seems to have not received any benefits."
"Then help him."
Fu Yanye looked out the window with a cold look, and after saying that, he slowly put down his phone.
The spacious office was immediately silent.
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In the evening, Zhuo Jian came out of the desk with Ouyang Ping after get off work. Ouyang Ping asked her: "Do your husband let you out for a drink?"
"Drinking? Let's forget it."
Zhuo Jian thought about how uncomfortable he felt like he was to leave the air the next day after drinking, so he felt that he really had to drink less in the future.
Ouyang Ping raised her eyebrows and muttered: "People say that your husband is a wife who is in charge of strict control, but only I know that you are in charge of strict control of the husband."
"I'm mainly because the wine tastes too bad, so I'm leaving."
Chang Xia and Yuan Man were both waiting for her, so after saying hello, she got into the car.
Ouyang Ping stood on the steps and watched her wave her hand, then raised her hand. After Zhuo Jian's car left, she went to the parking lot alone.
Fu Yanye doesn't like the fact that there are too many people in his family. Unless he is busy at night, he will find an aunt to come to the house to help cook.
Zhuo Jian returned home and listened to the quiet inside. He changed his slippers and put his high heels in the shoe cabinet, turned around and walked in.
There was not even a person in the living room, but there seemed to be movement in the kitchen. It was too far away and she couldn't hear it. So she walked in.
A tall and upright man was frying vegetables in formal attire.
Zhuo Jian walked forward and "stretched his hand."
Fu Yanye held a shovel in one hand and gave it to her with the other.
Zhuo Jian untied his cuffs, folded his sleeves one by one for him, and then pulled them to form shapes.
Fu Yanye glanced at him in a blink of an eye and couldn't help but smile. She is now particularly pursuing these good looks.
Of course, he likes it too.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and looked at the work in his hand. He made the left side and went to his right side again, "Give it to me."
Fu Yanye stopped, gave her hand, and looked straight at her with his eyes.
She rolled up her sleeves seriously, it was really...
Beautiful and delicious.
But he touched something messy on his hands, so he didn't touch her. He just called her after she rolled up his long sleeves: "Wife."
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian looked up at him with conditioned reflex.
As soon as Fu Yanye lowered his head, his lips blocked against her soft lips.
There was still lipstick on her lips, but he was used to it.
Zhuo Jianchang's eyelashes moved, and he closed his eyes and asked him to finish kissing.
Because he was cooking, he didn't bother him for a long time.
Zhuo Jian slowly opened his eyes after he kissed, and Fu Yanye smiled at her: "Thank you for helping you roll up your sleeves."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything, shyly raised his throat, raised his hands behind his back, turned around and walked out with his small legs.
Fu Yanye continued to cook vegetables and make soup in a good mood.
Zhuo Jian walked around the house but couldn't find his aunt or Chengcheng. He returned to the kitchen and looked at him slantedly and asked softly, "Where is your son?"
"I'm back to the old house."
"When?"
It’s nothing strange for a child to go back to the old house, but she thought that she hadn’t been back for a long time, so she should go back together.
“This morning.”
Fu Yanye returned to her.
Zhuo Jian asked him a little disappointedly: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Fu Yanye turned off the fire and looked at her seriously: "I did it on purpose."
Those four words are very gentle, but they make people feel that they are too much.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him for a while and smiled helplessly.
“Prepare for dinner.”
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian nodded and went to help serve the dishes.
Two people, three dishes and one soup.
"Otherwise, we will go to the old house after dinner? I haven't seen my grandma and the others in several days."
Zhuo Jian proposed.
"Eat first."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and let out a light sound in two seconds.
Zhuo Jian picked up a spoon to serve the soup.
After dinner, Fu Yanye put all the dishes and bowls into the washing cabinet, and when he went out, he held a wine glass and a wine bottle.
Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa watching a funny old movie. He felt like he was walking in a blink of an eye. Seeing that he was holding two wine glasses and dry white in his hand, he couldn't help but look up at him: "Do you want to drink? I won't drink it."
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"Drink some."
Fu Yanye sat down next to her.
"Don't we go to the old house?"
Zhuo Jian felt a little dry when he saw the wine, and he wanted to be with his son before going on a business trip.
"Don't go."
Fu Yanye held the wine bottle and poured the glasses of the two of them into their wine. He gently put the bottle and picked up the wine and gave her a glass of wine.
Zhuo Jian took it, smelled it, and the name on the wine bottle.
It is indeed the best in the world, and the taste is amazing.
Fu Yanye held the wine glass at her.
Zhuo Jian immediately pinched the wine glass and touched his wine glass gently.
Even the wine glasses are super expensive, and they seem to be particularly crisp when they touch.
The dry and white taste made Zhuo Jian feel that it was pretty good and smooth.
Fu Yanye leaned back on the sofa, looking at the phone call she was watching, and couldn't help but think, after so many years, you still like this actor.
She is a long-lasting person.
It can be seen from many aspects.
For example, the actors I like have always liked, the colors I like have never changed, and the scenery I like to see has always been in that place.
Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye and couldn't help but touch her hair again.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, and when his hand touched the back of her head.
Fu Yanye saw her like that, and held her shoulder with his hand, hooked her into his arms, and kissed her gently on her forehead: "We are both at home tonight."