"You'd better go home and sleep if you're so dizzy."
Seeing that he was pinching his forehead, Zhuo Jian didn't dare to refute him even when he was angry, so he could only mumble.
"There are two more documents to be signed. Wu Fei sent me a message and urged me to say that I must sign this morning."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was even more speechless.
So soon after, Wang Rui stood outside their office building and watched Zhuo Jian support Fu Yanye into it.
The first floor in the building was already in full swing at this time.
"Hello boss, hello madam."
Such sounds began to be heard endlessly.
Fu Yanye was in a good mood and quietly observed Zhuo Jian. She saw that she was very capable in front of others and was very decent, and she had no appearance of being so arrogant just now.
When he entered the elevator, Zhuo Jian automatically went to identify it before he could.
Fu Yanye: “…”
He didn't expect this.
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered something and turned to look at him.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything. She said after the two entered the elevator, "You set it up for me before."
"Um."
Fu Yanye responded thoughtfully, feeling that his head was not that dizzy, and he was a little...
The place she held was a little warm. He looked down and then clenched the left hand.
Finally lifted up.
"You stand up first."
The cell phone in Zhuo Jian's bag suddenly rang, and she let go of him and lowered her head to answer the phone.
The hand that Fu Yanye had just raised could only fall down unwillingly, and the look of looking at her was faintly disappointed.
"Sheng Xin, is there anything wrong?"
Zhuo Jian answered the phone and asked in a low voice.
"He hasn't remembered it yet?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian knew that Sheng Xin was anxious after listening to Sheng Xin's words.
Worry about that woman.
But when Fu Yanye heard Sheng Xin, he frowned. Why did that Sheng Xin keep calling his wife?
"Then what can I do? Do you want to see him? No, don't come to him first, he is not in good condition now."
Zhuo Jian explained nervously.
In her opinion, the fewer things happen in front of Fu Yanye, the better.
He had always been thinking about things, so he would ask him this one, and he would ask him that one, so why would he have no idea?
She didn't think his amnesia had not yet cured, so there were more other diseases.
"Well, then let's just do it first, let's hang up."
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and then he was a little worried. He looked up at him and thought to himself, how could you lose your memory like this?
However, he was looking at her, and was caught by his eyes without any warning.
Fu Yanye looked at her and his voice was deep, "Sheng Xin?"
"Um."
"What's wrong with him?"
"It's a long story, I'll tell you slowly later."
Zhuo Jian thought about it, or they had to have a good talk.
Regarding the past, she, one of the parties involved, told him that it must be more comprehensive than what her friend told him, so that he would not think about it anymore and make himself recovered even slower.
Moreover, he can think less and less headache.
Although a headache is not a big problem, she knows that it is really anxiety after a long time.
"good."
Fu Yanye agreed, but was guessing in his heart that she was really willing to tell him?
Later, Fu Yanye was looking at the documents in the office, and she sat on the sofa to look at him.
It took too long, and she didn't dare to look at him well.
He always feels confused when he sees him.
Of course, this time the same is true.
However, I seem to have been watching it for a long time and I feel less confused, but instead...
Some peace?
He could not see his face clearly, but his appearance had already come into his mind, exactly the same as his at this moment.
After signing the letter, Fu Yanye went to see her in a blink of an eye. Seeing that she was looking at him, he suddenly remembered three words, looking at her husband's stone.
I felt it was not suitable, and after thinking about it, four words appeared in my mind.
Watching husband and madman.
Zhuo Jian noticed that he was moving, turned his face away, pretending to look elsewhere.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and smiled, and continued to work in a good mood.
Later, Ouyang Ping sent her a message to her to do work and gave her a lot of information to read. After reading it, she was writing articles on her mobile phone.
When he finished his official duties, she lowered her head and carefully compiled the manuscript.
He got up and walked quietly over to stand on her side. After almost a minute, she didn't notice it.
She was serious and focused, immersed in work and had no intention of paying attention to anything else.
But Fu Yanye frowned slightly at the manuscript, then turned his head and looked at the cabinet next to the wall.
Not long after, Zhuo Jian saw an extra notebook.
She raised her head, her neck was so stiff that she was about to die, and she was about to force her to tears, looking at the person above her head.
"From the future, use it."
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian took the notebook conditioned and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Fu Yanye glanced at her, really thinking they didn't have to be so polite.
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly and politely, put the notebook on his leg and opened it, and then connected it with the phone. His other hand couldn't help but pinch the back of his neck, which was a little stiff due to the long-term bow.
Suddenly there was a hand on the back of his neck, and his hand was a little cold.
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, but did not react too aggressively.
"Is this a little bit better?"
He asked softly.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed, staring at the notebook screen and trying hard to stay focused.
Fu Yanye looked at the manuscript she was writing, then looked at her again, lowered herself to the side of her face, and murmured: "I didn't expect you to be so inverted by black and white. How about I hire you as my private PR?"
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Seeing that she was unmoved, Fu Yanye said, "I'm serious."
"Why."
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, and quickly typing his fingers on the keyboard. Soon after, he closed the notebook and turned to look at him.
Fu Yanye seemed to have been waiting for this moment and did not move beside her.
Her lips almost touched him, and she raised her head back with her breath.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and held her head, and suddenly walked forward gently.
Zhuo Jian's two soft lips hit his side face and pressed against him for a long time.
Fu Yanye was still bent over and did not move for a long time.
Does this count as if she took the initiative to kiss him?
Fu Yanye suddenly wanted to know what it would be like if she took the initiative to kiss him?
That feeling is probably equivalent to ascension to heaven?
Even more amazing?
After a long time, he put down his hand, Zhuo Jian seemed to be bounced out, raised his head and kept a distance from him, looking at him angrily and covering his mouth.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her like nothing happened and asked, "Why are you kissing me?"
“…”
The thief is calling for catching the thief?
Zhuo Jian was speechless, but in the end he almost rushed out of his mouth, he was swallowed back, and he just blushed with shame and stood up, "I'm leaving."
It doesn't work for a minute or a second.
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and pulled her a little harder.
Zhuo Jian turned around and smashed directly into his arms.
He stood tall and wide without any wavering.
Zhuo Jian was spinning, and his chest felt a severe pain.
She looked up at him angrily, "You..."
Fu Yanye suddenly covered his heart, "It hurts so much."