"Oops! Why did it rain suddenly? You two can stay the night tonight!"
Before she could recover, the old lady's unexpected decision rang in her ears.
Zhuo Jian was heartbroken, but he soon came back to life and said pitifully: "Grandma, I suddenly remembered that I have a manuscript to write and I have to go back and work overtime."
"Your station manager still dares to ask you to work overtime?"
The eldest young master who had been silent until now suddenly spoke.
The elders suddenly felt that there was something they didn't know and looked at them curiously.
Then I heard Fu Yanye say: "Give me his number."
Zhuo Jian saw that he had already taken out his mobile phone and wanted to call their station commander to accuse him?
"Writing manuscripts is not the responsibility of the station director. This is a private job that I take on."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to explain it to him, fearing that he would scare someone older than him again.
That day, the director's wife almost knelt down for her. She was so frightened that her heart almost jumped out of her chest.
When Fu Yanye heard this, he looked at her carefully: "Are you still taking private jobs?"
Zhuo Jian thought, I don’t want to pay you back as soon as possible.
"Baby, why do you still need to take on private work? Live broadcasting every day is hard enough."
The old lady looked at her with pity and admiration and said.
"Before I returned to China, I wrote articles for a magazine. Since my work at the TV station wasn't too heavy, I continued writing."
Zhuo Jian said.
"It turns out that it's good to do more things to enrich yourself, but don't be too tired."
Wang Yue warned her.
"Um!"
Zhuo Jian nodded, but couldn't help but glance outside.
"Don't write tonight. It's rare for you to come back to accompany me, and it rains. If you go back, it only means that our family's relationship is not good."
said the old lady.
"..."
Zhuo Jian was defeated again.
After dinner, the family was drinking tea and watching Korean dramas in the living room. Fu Yanye was always there, but he kept looking at his phone and did not join in the conversation.
The atmosphere was always good until Wang Yue suddenly asked: "That's weird, why do you keep using your left hand today? Aren't you tired?"
Fu Yanye subconsciously raised his eyes to meet hers.
At the same time, Zhuo Jian felt another thud in his heart, like a vase falling to the ground, and then subconsciously looked at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye glanced at her, and then said lightly: "I'm not tired!" and continued to look at his phone.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but wonder, was he going to tell his elders that his arm was broken?
She could understand his feelings of not wanting to tell his elders, but she felt that he couldn't hide it.
The old man and the old lady left after watching the show, and Fu Zhengzheng took his wife to bed, leaving only the two of them on the sofa for a while.
Zhuo Jian actually subconsciously wanted to follow the old lady, but couldn't find the space to talk.
The old couple looked very affectionate, so she didn't want to disturb them.
As for Wang Yue, she hugged her husband, as close as a newlywed couple.
Zhuo Jian unconsciously hugged the pillow and looked directly at the screen.
The two of them seemed to be separated by mountains and seas, so they didn't bother each other.
The huge living room suddenly became quiet, and only the news replay on the TV continued.
Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that this was actually her news today. Looking at the logo of the station, it turned out to be their station.
Do the elders only watch this one channel?
Once Zhuo Jian had such an idea, he felt a surge of heat in his heart.
Better not!
Fu Yanye looked at her phone and suddenly asked her: "Which room do you sleep in?"
"ah?"
"You've already sued me, how can I still expect you to sleep in the same bed with me?"
"..."
Why does he have to sound so mean about everything he says?
Zhuo Jian's heart was almost paralyzed by his tone.
Zhuo Jian came to the conclusion that he enjoyed humiliating her!
"It's up to me."
Zhuo Jian said lightly.
Fu Yanye nodded and got up and walked up.
Zhuo Jian looked out the window and saw that the rain was still continuing.
At this point, the drivers have probably taken a break, and if we take a taxi, people are not willing to come to this place.
She leaned on the sofa and silently watched the woman reporting the news on TV.
Those who work in the news must be steady and dignified, so Yang Yi and Li Yuqing reminded her when she first entered the studio and asked her to dress more maturely before entering the studio, so she acted very maturely every time.
But now when she was looking at the woman on the screen alone, she felt a little unreal.
Is that woman reporting the news really Zhuo Jian?
And when she looked at her current appearance, she looked casual and monotonous, which really didn't match that person.
Probably because of this, no one would recognize her off-screen.
Seeing that there was no one else in the living room, she lay slightly to one side and hugged the pillow.
Her voice was kept to a minimum, and she quietly watched the noon news replay.
With the sound of rain as company, I soon fell asleep.
At the corner upstairs, a man came out of the shower and stood tall in a dark nightgown, looking down from above.
Indifferent, there was no warmth in his eyes.
But those long legs stepped forward first, and then his movements betrayed his apparent indifference.
He took a blanket, covered her, and after glancing at the TV screen, he kept staring at her face.
He owed her something in his previous life, right?
I owe a lot!
Otherwise, how could I be tortured so much by her in this life? I can’t beat her yet!
But even if she held it in her hand for fear of scaring someone, someone dared to touch her.
Isn’t that seeking death?
Lin Jiaoyang deserved to suffer this disaster.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but move forward and look at her gentle eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and her kissable mouth.
He couldn't help but wanted to kiss her as soon as he got closer.
Her lips are still as delicious as ever.
How can I satisfy him with just a kiss?
I even felt particularly aggrieved in my heart.
He wished he could swallow her up, but he could only kiss her secretly.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but move forward for a second kiss, but Zhuo Jian turned around, as if he was tired of this posture, but...
Fu Yanye jumped into the air and couldn't help but press the tip of his tongue against the back alveolar. Then when he looked at her thin back, his eyes were a little sharp.
Soon, there was someone else on the sofa.
Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzheng quietly came out to take a look, and saw two people lying on the sofa, and their postures were particularly ambiguous.
Wang Yue whispered: "Look at how promising your son is, putting on a bad face and sleeping quietly with him."
"I don't know who you are following?"
Fu Zhengzheng looked at his wife and said.
Wang Yue glared at him, then pulled him back to the room.
On the sofa, Fu Yanye put his hands gently on her slim waist, and rubbed the tip of his nose on the top of her head. It didn't smell bad even though it wasn't washed.
Later, the lights in the living room were turned off, the TV was turned off, and Fu Yanye got into the blanket.
The heating is sufficient, but it's still a bit cold.
In the darkness, Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled slightly.