But she didn't understand. Which young woman wouldn't be discouraged and want to leave if she had such a man?
But this man is her baby grandson. How could she, a grandmother, watch her grandson lose the girl he likes to secretly stare at since childhood.
After Zhuo Jian got into the car, her cell phone suddenly rang. She opened her bag, crossed the folded agreement, and took out her cell phone.
It's Wu Fei.
She answered: "My Wu, morning."
"Madam, today we have an important project discussion. We were going to pick up the boss, but the car broke down at the door of the office building and was hit by Liang Yu. She didn't listen to the advice and said she wanted to pick up the boss at Fu's house.
It wasn't what the boss wanted her to go."
Wu Fei was obviously very nervous, afraid that they would make a misunderstanding.
"Yeah, it's okay, don't be nervous."
Zhuo Jian listened and agreed quietly, and could hear Wu Fei's fear and comfort him.
"Really? Madam, don't misunderstand the boss because of this. It's all my fault and I didn't stop Liang Yu. In fact, we can change the car immediately, just a few minutes away."
"It's fine."
Zhuo Jian explained.
"Madam, I'm so worried."
Wu Fei wanted to cry, but she didn't want to be the culprit of the boss' quarrel with her wife.
Zhuo Jian comforted her a few more words, then hung up the phone and rushed to the shooting scene.
Today we are going to shoot a set of urban publicity.
There were already crowds there, so Wang Rui and Yuan Man and Chang Xia immediately led people to block the people around them to a safe distance.
From the rising sun to the setting sun, the day's shooting finally ended.
Zhuo Jian sat in a chair and touched his calves and said, "I won't come tomorrow."
"Okay, do your legs hurt again?"
"A little cold."
Zhuo Jian said.
Jian Qian looked at her legs with a little concern, then squatted beside her: "I'll press it for you, I've learned a new technique recently."
Zhuo Jian looked at her and actually felt a little uncomfortable and restrained at first.
But then...
"Jian Qian."
"Um?"
"I really didn't blame you for that matter, it was a long time ago."
Zhuo Jian looked at her and told her softly.
"I know, that's why I love you more."
Jian Qian's eyes were also filled with tears.
Zhuo Jian smiled after hearing this, "Love her?"
Seeing her laughing, Jian Qian smiled, and then continued to concentrate on giving her massage.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia were both embarrassed when they stood together, and Chang Xia muttered: "Do I want to learn a craft too?"
"You? Let's forget it."
Yuan Man looked at Chang Xia and said.
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you will break the young lady's leg."
“…”
Chang Xia looked at her nervously, but Yuan Man couldn't help laughing.
They do not force their profession.
But they were also very curious, what did Jian Qian think?
Do you really want to be sisters with their wives? Or do they have any premeditations and they don’t know?
If this is the case, then they must keep an eye on this woman.
After finishing his work, Zhuo Jian went home, fed Chengtian, and then went upstairs to soak his feet and read books.
Before dinner, Wu Fei called her again, but she still sounded nervous. She said, "Mrs. Young lady, the boss still has social engagements tonight."
Zhuo Jian just agreed with kind words and told her to watch Fu Yanyeye to drink.
This is still the case in the next few days.
Even Wang Yue couldn't stand it, so he blocked Fu Yanye at the door that night and refused to let him in: "Do you still want this family?"
“Didn’t this family be there all the time?”
Fu Yanye asked back.
"This family...if you keep making trouble like this, you will be gone."
"You're too worried, I'll go and see Orange Sweet first."
"Don't you know that there is a divorce agreement hidden in your wife's bag?"
Wang Yue suddenly asked just a little.
The person who was about to leave suddenly stopped and looked at his mother in a blink of an eye, "What?"
"You don't believe it and go see it yourself."
Wang Yue said.
"How did you know?"
Fu Yanye asked.
Wang Yue: “…”
Is this what he should ask?
"You weren't secretly looking through her stuff, are you?"
"What do you think of your mother? I did it right, but that day I went to her bag to find diapers."
“…”
She saw it by chance.
"knew."
Fu Yanye just said lightly, and he was a little confused. Why did her bag contain diapers?
He left again.
Wang Yue looked at him, and his mind was buzzing for a while, and suddenly he didn't understand very much.
Her son seems to have no reaction to the divorce agreement?
After going upstairs, Fu Yanye did not immediately push open the bedroom door, but stood at the door for a long time.
Zhuo Jian came back from his son's room and looked up and saw him standing there, and stopped unconsciously.
Fu Yanye saw the movement and looked in a blink of an eye.
The two met in a gaping space.
Seeing that Zhuo Jian was discovered, he put his nightgown on and walked over: "What are you doing when you stand here?"
"Suddenly I remember that you haven't driven me out of the bedroom recently."
Fu Yanye spoke to her thoughtfully with a low voice.
"I wanted to get there, but I seemed to say that you couldn't listen."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye smiled annoyedly, then pushed open the door and stood there: "Please."
please?
Zhuo Jian was confused, but he still lowered his head and walked in.
Fu Yanye then followed in, and the door was gently closed from behind by him.
He leaned against the door panel for a rare moment, staring straight at the person in front of him.
Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed and asked him: "You seem to be very busy lately?"
"fine."
Then he stepped in.
Zhuo Jian didn't ask any more questions, went to bed and covered herself with a quilt.
Well, when did they start? There were always two quilts on their bed.
By the way, it must have been from the arrival of Orange Sweet.
That little girl was the only treasure who asked Fu Yanye to give up the quilt.
Fu Yanye walked to Zhuo Jian and leaned over.
As soon as he approached Zhuo Jian, he smelled the smell of wine. Zhuo Jian looked at him with caution. He smiled, with a somewhat hoarse voice: "I'm drunk."
“…”
Zhuo Jian felt that he had really drunk, and it might be a little bit of a problem, but there is no question of being drunk.
She had known his alcohol tolerance for a long time.
"Aren't you angry?"
He pinched her chin and raised it slightly and asked her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a breath, but he didn't know how to respond for a while.
Angry?
Should she be angry?
"Your own body, you care about it."
"What about you? My wife."
Fu Yanye still glanced at her, almost seeing a hole in the back of her head.
"I said, let you drink less."
"Who do you tell me?"
"My Wu."
"What if I call me?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her.
"But every time Mr. Wu calls me."
So she told Mr. Wu by the way.
He smiled after hearing this, lowered his head, pondered before looking at her again.
Yes, every time he asks Wu Fei to call her, why did he do that?
"Do you want me to call you in person?"
He asked again.
Zhuo Jian continued to remain silent and tried to remain calm.
They probably no longer knew each other, and she could not see what he was thinking.
"what ever."
Zhuo Jian thought about it, but after thinking twice, he could only give him the words "There are two things".
The huge room suddenly became lonely and dangerous. I don’t know what made my hair stand up.
"Follow me? Zhuo Jian, what do you really follow me?"
Fu Yanye pinched her jaw tightly, and asked in a deep voice, slowly.