Fu Yanye's dark eyes looked at the woman who was live broadcasting on his mobile phone. He suddenly looked forward to what her expression would be like when she saw the scandal about his hidden marriage.
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As night falls, a piece of news about a businessman ranks first in the trending searches.
The boss of Fu Group has a secret marriage!
Fu Yanye's car parked in front of the TV station, holding his cell phone and looking forward to the building.
Zhuo Jian and Ouyang Ping came out together and were chatting about where they were going to eat when they suddenly heard a whistle and looked in that direction.
"Oops! I can't eat the barbecue!"
Ouyang Ping was a little disappointed, but still waved and left.
Zhuo Jian remembered that her grandparents wanted them to go to the hospital sooner or later, so she approached him: "You don't have to come to pick me up. It's very close to the hospital. I can just walk there."
Fu Yanye immediately frowned coldly: "Let's get in the car first!"
Seeing that he was impatient, Zhuo Jian got into his car.
But before she had gone far, Zhuo Jian suddenly received a call from Ouyang Ping. She answered it calmly: "Hello?"
"My dear, look at Weibo, Fu Yanye is getting married!"
"What?"
"Fu Yanye got married and is now the number one trending search topic!"
Ouyang Ping was obviously very excited, Zhuo Jian also quickly hung up the phone, opened Weibo, and then his whole body became tense.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked in the rearview mirror. Seeing her nervous look, he turned around and looked carefully, pretending to be indifferent and asked her: "What happened?"
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, and after a while she managed to calmly say the words: "Something big has happened!"
"Not many people know about our marriage, who could it be?"
He stopped the car, looked at her cell phone and asked.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled when she saw his deep sea-like eyes, and she immediately explained: "It's not me!"
Fu Yanye: "..."
"But don't be too nervous. The worst we can do is get divorced immediately, and then you and Lin Ruxiang's marriage will be announced."
Zhuo Jian thought about it again and again, and only came up with this solution.
Fu Yanye frowned even more: "But grandpa left with his household registration book."
"Well, with your power, do you have to go through the normal procedures to get a divorce?"
Zhuo Jian actually thought from the beginning that their divorce could be very simple.
Fu Yanye sneered after hearing this: "Who do you think I am? Our marriage is recognized by the state. Do you think I don't have to go through the procedures to use my connections?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian was suddenly not sure.
Fu Yanye tightened his grip on the steering wheel, glanced at the branches trembling in the wind outside the window, and said quietly: "It's better not to worry about it for now!"
What Zhuo Jian is most afraid of now is actually that the media will find out about their marriage. Especially seeing how upset he is, she wants to do something immediately, but until the hospital, she can't think of anything.
I bought flowers at the flower shop next to the hospital. When Zhuo Jian was paying, Fu Yanye suddenly gave her his wallet. Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at it. The black wallet was simple and clean, but why did he give her the wallet?
"Pay with my money!"
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes trembled, and she smiled awkwardly but politely.
She was already swiping the payment code with her mobile phone. When she heard a beep, she looked down at the screen of her mobile phone to enter the amount. After paying, she said to him: "No one uses cash anymore!"
"..."
Fu Yanye looked at her with half-squinted eyes. Did she dislike him for being old-fashioned?
Fu Yanye had no choice but to put the wallet away again, and stood next to her coldly.
"We are having an event in our store today, and you will receive a bouquet of roses if you spend 200 or more. The gentleman can choose a bouquet for the lady. Any color is acceptable."
The clerk continued to preach when he gave her the wrapped flowers.
Fu Yanye glanced at the flower stand in the flower shop. There were roses of some colors in two buckets, which were quite fresh.
Seeing that he was in trouble, Zhuo Jian immediately said to him: "No need!"
"It was given as a gift, why don't you use it?"
Fu Yanye stepped forward as he spoke, and then pulled out a red one from it: "Let's take this!"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"The red rose means I love you. It's simple and direct. Miss, please accept it!"
The clerk said again pleasantly.
Zhuo Jian chuckled in his heart.
"Hurry up and take it!"
Fu Yanye frowned and urged.
Zhuo Jian remembered that he had mysophobia and had no choice but to take it.
There was a touch of red among the thousands of flowers, and Zhuo Jian inserted the roses into the flowers for her grandma.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but frown: "Isn't this flower suitable for giving to grandma?"
"As long as grandma likes it!"
Zhuo Jian said, holding Hua and pushing open the door, and then let him go out first.
Fu Yanye didn't waste any more time. After he went out, Zhuo Jian followed him, and soon the two of them walked in side by side.
However, the two of them felt that they were being followed before they even got to the hospital. Zhuo Jian looked back several times. When Fu Yanye hugged him, she followed him and said as he walked forward: "It seems like someone is secretly filming!"
"Ignore it!"
As Fu Yanye said this, he held her shoulders harder.
Zhuo Jian guessed that he must be angry!
"Would you like to contact the secretary to help solve the problem?"
In the elevator, Zhuo Jian stood aside and asked him.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes for a long time, and after hearing this sentence, he looked at her with dark eyes: "I don't care!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't understand what he meant for a while.
How could he not care?
On the first floor, the two people went out one after another. Zhuo Jian couldn't help but ask him again: "What if Sister Ruxiang sees it? Isn't she incapable of being stimulated?"
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped and looked at her.
Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat and she consciously admitted her mistake: "Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned her!"
Fu Yanye already knew by this time that she had misunderstood the reason why he didn't let her mention Ruxiang. He took two steps forward upset, but just as Zhuo Jian followed, he suddenly turned around and forced her to the wall.
Zhuo Jian looked at him blankly, protecting the flowers in her arms and reminding him, "The flowers will be crushed!"
Fu Yanye lowered his head and glanced at the flowers she carefully selected, but did not move at all.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to stand close to the wall, trying to be patient with him while holding his breath.
To be honest, she later felt that her patience was really good and that it could not be matched by ordinary people.
But he just stood in front of her for that long, not moving or speaking.
Her heart would gradually lose control, and she would become increasingly unable to guess what he was thinking.
He absolutely doesn't love her, so why doesn't he get a divorce?
He had never been so close to her before, and he would never touch her, but when she came back this time...
Zhuo Jian was thinking about those sudden kisses and ambiguous closeness. The scene where he knelt in front of her and applied medicine to her last night suddenly appeared in her mind. Unconsciously, her skin began to turn red.
Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows when he saw the pink color rising on the edges of her ears, then stood to one side.
Zhuo Jian felt as if he had received an amnesty, and ran to the ward with her head lowered and the flowers in her arms.
Fu Yanye suddenly stopped her: "Zhuo Jian!"
Zhuo Jian stopped and looked back at him.
"You don't want a divorce at all!"
Fu Yanye suddenly became extremely determined about this matter!