Chapter 47 Change the password to the door to the wedding day
Fu Yanye felt guilty when she saw her, and turned to look away: "The password has been reset, it's our wedding day!"
"Young Master Ye!"
"Only the two of us know it, so it's safe!"
Fu Yanye added another sentence before she could say anything else.
Zhuo Jian's heart tightened when he heard this. Only the two of them knew?
"But I don't feel safe!"
She muttered, then looked away with a cold face.
Fu Yanye looked at her. Her voice of insecurity seemed to mean something. He immediately frowned and questioned her: "You don't think I'm unsafe, do you?"
Zhuo Jian told him with her eyes that you are very self-aware.
"What a joke, when have I ever done anything that made you unsafe? When did I not solve the problem for you immediately when you had something happen?"
Fu Yanye didn't know what he was feeling guilty about, but he quickly retorted.
Zhuo Jian thought about the scene in the morning when he kicked away the man who wanted to throw paint on her and unconsciously glanced at his long legs, but then she said to him very calmly: "We are all going to get divorced."
Yes, it’s better to keep your distance!”
Fu Yanye frowned when he heard the word divorce: "Do you think about divorce every day?"
"Shouldn't I think so? It was you who gave me the divorce agreement when I came back!"
Zhuo Jian replied to him.
Fu Yanye was so choked that he almost couldn't catch his breath. He sneered angrily: "I gave you the divorce agreement and I didn't tell you to think about the divorce every day. Besides, what if..."
"What if?"
"What if you don't want to leave?"
"impossible!"
Zhuo Jian immediately denied it.
"Why is it impossible? If you don't live well after the divorce and your intestines turn green with regret, I won't look back!"
"I don't want to look back, so don't worry, if I have to find another man, I will definitely find someone rich and powerful so that I won't regret it too much."
"Zhuo Jian!"
Fu Yanye felt furious after hearing this.
He meant to remind her not to always think about divorce, but what was she thinking?
She is already thinking about looking for her again?
Is she just tired of being his wife?
Want to get a new one?
Fu Yanye's cell phone rang, and both of them subconsciously glanced at the table. The words Lin Ruxiang were displayed on the screen.
Zhuo Jian shut his mouth and stopped talking.
Fu Yanye glanced at her, lowered his eyes and looked at his phone again. He quickly came up with an idea and went straight to turn on the speakerphone: "Hello?"
"Yan Ye, are you coming today? I want you to take me to see grandma. I was too excited and scared grandma yesterday. I want to go and apologize to her."
Ruxiang's soft voice on the phone said.
"You'd better stop disturbing her. It's not like you don't know that she doesn't like to see you. Just take good care of yourself."
Fu Yanye said calmly.
"Okay! I listen to you! But are you still coming today? I miss you a little!"
The sound over there is becoming less and less suitable for a third person to hear.
Zhuo Jian consciously turned away and looked away. Fu Yanye looked at her, and then said coldly: "I'll go see you when I go! Hang up!"
He quickly hung up the phone, then leaned back elegantly on the sofa, resting his hand gently on the armrest, looking at the woman who seemed to be looking for something: "What are you looking for?"
"I'm not looking for anything, I should go!"
"Have you forgotten what your grandparents told you? Let's go visit her home together."
Fu Yanye reminded her.
Zhuo Jian had already stood up. After listening to his words, she couldn't help but ask him: "Can I go back and change clothes now?"
Before he could reply, his cell phone rang again. Fu Yanye answered the call and only said: "Send it up!"
"Go and open the door for Secretary Wu!"
"Secretary Wu?"
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian didn't know much about the situation, but she went to open the door anyway. Soon after, Secretary Wu actually came up with a big bag in her hand: "Madam, these are the changes of clothes that Mr. Fu asked me to bring you.
"
Zhuo Jian stretched out his hand to take it dully, and after regaining consciousness, he smiled and said: "Thank you! But..."
"I still have work to do, so I won't bother you for now!"
Secretary Wu left in a hurry before she could finish her words. Zhuo Jian watched her figure quickly disappear into the elevator, but she couldn't help but have a big question mark in her mind, "Madam?"
Secretary Wu used to call her Miss Zhuo.
Why did you suddenly change your tune?
She carried the box into the house, looked inside again, and reflexively asked him: "Why did you let Secretary Wu buy this kind of clothes for me?"
"Then shall I go buy it?"
Fu Yanye asked her back.
In addition to long clothes, the bag also contains underwear.
When he asked, Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say and went to find a room to change.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but raise his eyebrows as he looked at her back. Although what happened this morning made him very unhappy, Secretary Wu's words about Madam just now made him feel happy both physically and mentally!
Wearing a long white skirt, Zhuo Jian combed her hair, looked at herself in the mirror, and unconsciously said that Secretary Wu really had good taste.
Fu Yanye's eyes lit up when he saw her going out again, and he was secretly proud.
"Thank you for asking Secretary Wu to buy me clothes. I'll call you how much it costs."
"Are you always so perfunctory in thanking people?"
Seeing that she was planning to settle things with him, Fu Yanye asked her unhappily.
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully: "What do you mean?"
When someone does something for her and she expresses her gratitude, is there any problem?
"Since you want to thank you, you have to show sincerity!"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him incomprehensively.
Fu Yanye was upset by her sight and asked her, "Would you like to make a sandwich?"
Zhuo Jian saw that he had already stood up and walked towards the kitchen. This topic overwhelmed her, but she quickly followed him: "Then can I make you a sandwich to express my gratitude?"
Fu Yanye paused in opening the refrigerator, then turned to look at her and motioned for her to come forward.
Zhuo Jian walked over, but he still stood tall and stared at her.
"Can't you give in?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"Can you still cook?"
Fu Yanye asked.
"Otherwise? I've been abroad for three years and can't do anything else. Can I still eat?"
"Then why do you keep asking me to do it after you've been back for so long?"
Fu Yanye said he couldn't understand.
"..."
Soon Zhuo Jian couldn't help but smile, and then took out the ingredients from the refrigerator.
She really convinced Boss Fu. What was he thinking about all day long?
Why would she cook for a man who wanted to divorce her?
And she never asked him to do it, he took the initiative every time.
Fu Yanye followed her, and when he was watching her frying meat, he suddenly said: "I am also a vegetarian this morning!"
Not wanting to say anything more to him, Zhuo Jian nodded and followed his request.
"Milk or juice?"
Zhuo Jian prepared the sandwich and asked him again.
"Milk!"
Fu Yanye doesn't like to drink those sour or sweet drinks.
Zhuo Jian followed the instructions and heated the milk.
After she put the breakfast on the table perfectly, she saw him standing in front of the glass table and looking straight at her, which made her feel unsure and asked him: "Is there something on my face?"
Fu Yanye stepped forward, held her chin with his hand and tilted it sideways. He saw clearly that the fingerprints on her face had almost faded away. He was relieved but at the same time he moved closer: "Stay!"