Zhou Mei looked at the place where Lin Ruxiang had sat and asked nervously.
“…”
Zhuo Jian's mind suddenly buzzed.
The policeman outside had already opened the door and walked in, holding his cell phone to call back Zhuo Jian's number.
Zhuo Jian could no longer hear clearly, and suddenly stood up and ran towards the bathroom.
——
"Where are hers?"
"She is gone."
At the door of the bathroom, facing Zhuo Jian's questioning suddenly rushed out, the waiter was stunned because the wheelchair was still with her.
Zhuo Jian's heart hurts hard and immediately asks: "How long? Where?"
"just."
The waiter raised his hand and pointed inside.
Zhuo Jian ran toward the place she pointed.
At that time, she couldn't feel any pain in her legs, so she just ran hard.
Zhuo Jian doesn't believe that he can't run away from someone who has had two heart transplants.
The woman who was weak and unable to take care of herself just now suddenly left her wheelchair and ran away?
Zhuo Jian was full of questions, but the person ran faster and faster.
Sure enough, Lin Ruxiang planned to leave through the back door, but unfortunately she fell down.
Zhuo Jian chased behind her, looking at the woman who suddenly fell to the ground and tried twice but still couldn't get up. She slowed down and laughed.
Lin Ruxiang's sword-like eyes shot at her, "You are cruel enough."
Zhuo Jian walked over with a smile, panting and stood in front of her and blocking the road ahead, resting with his hands on his hips, looking down at her.
"I'm cruel? A woman who doesn't even let a one-year-old baby go, a woman who makes me sick, would you be embarrassed to say I'm cruel?"
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he chuckled and raised his hand to look at the policeman running out. She looked at Lin Ruxiang coldly again, "It doesn't look like someone who has had two heart transplants at all. I wish you good luck, Lin Ruxiang.
”
She walked towards the police, and the two policemen stood in front of her, looking at the woman who was still on the ground and didn't get up. The woman looked so thin and vulnerable, and even a bit like a malnourished person.
Looking at Lin Ruxiang questioningly, one of them asked Zhuo Jian: "Is this woman the person who threw the child into the sea like Mrs. Fu said?"
"It's her. The dead child is the child of Dean Zhao Zhongcheng's wife. You can immediately verify Mrs. Zhao."
The police still heard about the fact that the eldest lady of the Lin family threw away the child back then, so they nodded and walked forward.
Lin Ruxiang insisted on standing up and looked at Zhuo Jian with gritted teeth, "Zhuo Jian, we will see you again."
Zhuo Jian turned his head to look at her, with a smile on his lips, and when he looked at Lin Ruxiang, his eyes were extremely cold and sharp, "Mr. Policeman, thank you for your hard work."
It was getting late, and the police and Zhuo Jian nodded and looked at Lin Ruxiang, mocking: "Please, Miss Lin."
"Ruxiang..."
Zhou Mei finally chased her out of it.
Zhuo Jian looked at her coldly, and then was attracted by the figure behind her.
Yes, Fu Yanye has come out too.
Moreover, he seemed to have come out for a while.
He didn't know how long he had been standing there, but when he saw that she had discovered it, he walked towards her.
Zhuo Jian gradually saw him clearly. Fu Yanye did not rush to look at her. He walked to her and looked at the police car that was leaving. He lowered his head and faced Zhuo Jian.
See.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, "You've come out long ago?"
"I'm afraid you'll be hurt."
Fu Yanye said lightly.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and after a few seconds he walked in the other direction, leaving a sentence: "Go home."
Fu Yanye lowered his head, his black eyes were deep until it was covered by his long black eyelashes.
Not long after, he chased after her and took her again in an elevator.
Zhuo Jian was always angry, and Fu Yanye kept watching the changes.
After arriving at home, Fu Yanye walked in front of her, and the waiter quickly opened the door for her and made a gesture of inviting her.
Zhuo Jian raised his head and glared at him, turned his head and walked in.
Chengcheng and the others were playing on the carpet at the window. He listened to the footsteps and knew that the two of them were back, so they got up and ran towards them.
But Zhuo Jian didn't stop.
Chengcheng was stunned, stood beside and watched their baby mother strode upstairs. He could only look at the father behind him.
"I'll go coax your mom."
"Um."
Fu Yanye stopped.
Chengcheng nodded.
Yes, he knew his mother was angry.
Who else can make my mother angry? His dad is the best in the whole family.
When Fu Yanye chased after him, Zhuo Jian was about to close the door, but she suddenly opened it again, "I don't want to see you."
"Is this anger?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and asked her with a good temper.
"You said yes."
Zhuo Jian will close the door after he finished speaking.
Fu Yanye crawled in the empty space when she closed the door, and Zhuo Jian almost hit him, but fortunately he opened back in time.
However, it was her timely recovery action that made her regret it.
Fu Yanye saw that she was afraid of hurting him, and his eyes were full of pride.
"You can't take my anger outrage."
"reason."
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye walked in, sat down at the end of the bed freely, and looked up at her: "You must have been angry with me for a long time. I just came back with you and thought about it all the way. In fact, it is wrong for you to do this."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's face was full of question marks, and he wrapped his hands around his chest and continued to wait for him to continue talking.
"If Lin Ruxiang makes a problem between us, we should share the same hatred of the enemy."
"What did you say? I didn't hear it clearly."
Zhuo Jian walked forward a few steps, and pricked his ears to make a look like he wanted to listen again.
Fu Yanye knew that she was just unhappy, but she was still solemn, "If our husband and wife have a good relationship, she will definitely be unhappy, right?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian's eyes stagnated, and he thought seriously that his words made some sense.
But when she looked at his eyes, she always felt something was wrong.
In theory, his idea makes sense.
But, where is the problem?
"Fu Yanye, don't think I don't know what you are thinking. Let me tell you, if you dare to get her out, I will fight you."
Zhuo Jian looked at him several times again, threatening him.
Fu Yanye saw the quilt on her back falling on the bed and praised: "Wow, our little Jianjian has a really bad temper."
"What little Jian Jian? Don't scream."
Zhuo Jian was stunned and inexplicably shyly called him.
"I'm even more angry now."
Fu Yanye looked at her, with a smile on his black eyes.
"Ha, I have a bad temper? What's wrong with me?"
Zhuo Jian was almost fooled by his smile, but fortunately he came back to the scene.
"I like."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was stuck by his simple three words, and after a while, he realized that he was about to leave angry.
Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and took her to his arms and circled her, "I promise I will stand on your side, no matter whether she is sentenced to life or death reprieve."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, wanting to find some confidence in his eyes.
"It's going crazy."
Zhuo Jian muttered as he looked at the sincerity in his eyes.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye questioned.
"I said I'm going crazy, if I continue like this."