Chapter 135: Zhuo Jian, the Heroine of Eight Paintings
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At twelve o'clock at noon, Zhuo Jian read out to the camera, "Fu Yanye, the president of the Fu Group, a famous entrepreneur in our city, announced that a wedding will be held after the new year. The bride's surname will be in eight strokes."
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When the man who was watching the news and eating heard this, he unconsciously put the tip of his tongue against his back teeth and laughed.
"How do you get her to read something like this?"
Su Bai, who was eating with him, asked thoughtfully.
Fu Yanye took a piece of paper and wiped his slender fingers, and said in a low voice, "I just donated tens of millions to the TV station."
"..."
Su Bai thought to himself, you are really a good guy, but it’s just tens of millions?
Oh!
But the bride’s last name is Bahua?
Su Bai's hands quietly started tracing on the table.
"Hey! Lin Zhengbahua!"
"It just so happens that it's not just Lin who painted eight pictures."
When Fu Yanye heard the word Lin, he reminded him coldly.
Su Bai's heart tightened, and he immediately described another word, this...
Fu Yanye thought to herself, when she read it out, she probably only counted Lin Ruxiang's stroke order. What is this called?
Every secret must be sparse!
In the next week, every Zhuo Jian live broadcast will receive a piece of temporary news about Fu Yanye, and every piece of news is about his marriage.
Which wedding venue should she choose, the green countryside she likes, or Gisborne, New Zealand, which he likes?
There is also the first photo of her as a child, from the back, wearing a pink skirt and lying on her head of wool curls.
Zhuo Jian read it out, but couldn't help but joked for the first time: "It is said that his girlfriend is pregnant, I wonder if she can run that far!"
As her partner, Yang Yi took a breath after hearing this. If it weren't for the live broadcast, she would really be unable to hold back.
When Zhuo Jian came home from get off work that afternoon, Fu Yanye was already cooking in the kitchen. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and a green apron.
Those who didn't know better thought he was the man of the house.
but……
Zhuo Jian stood looking at the profile from a distance, and couldn't help but say: "When did Mr. Fu get into the habit of breaking into private houses? Those who don't know better would think you are the man of the house."
When Fu Yanye heard the voice, he glanced at her with dark eyes, and then continued to prepare his dinner.
Zhuo Jian kicked off her high heels and walked over barefoot: "Did you hear me? Mr. Fu!"
"I heard that you want to eat the small wontons made at home. The skin is made by the servant at home, and the meat is wrapped by me, single-handedly."
Fu Yanye told her while placing the wontons neatly on a container.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and he silently glanced at his left hand, which had been moving, and even more anger came out: "What are you doing recently? Spend tens of millions to buy equipment for the TV station and rebuild us
In the studio, there is a bouquet of white roses every day, the cards are always full of sarcasm and provocation, and now this little wonton, in a company as big as yours, are you really so free?"
"What? You are only allowed to sue me for divorce and lie to the media that you are not my wife, but you are not allowed to stimulate you?"
Fu Yanye asked her instead without answering.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
So all he did was fight back?
Then he would have to pay a lot of money, and it wouldn't cost her much money to sue him.
And if he fights back, he should fight back well, so what’s going on now?
A big man, or a big boss, actually making wontons for her in her small kitchen?
Still one-handed?
She doesn't even have this skill.
Zhuo Jian touched his cold forehead angrily, then looked at him and asked, "What you did was a retaliation, right?"
"yes!"
"What now? What's going on with these little wontons?"
"I added medicine to it. After you finish eating, I will throw you on the bed, and then..."
Fu Yanye's slender body leaned forward, his beautiful left hand pressed against the edge of the marble table, and his black eyes stared straight at her.
Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she couldn't help but look at him defensively.
"Go wash your hands and get ready for dinner!"
Fu Yanye didn't like to see her defensive expression, so he straightened up and prepared to cook wontons, and ordered coldly.
Zhuo Jian stood there motionless. She definitely didn't need him to cook some wontons for her.
She wanted to eat just because she missed her mother.
Moreover, she mentioned this matter to Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping, and the three of them had dinner together that night.
Who betrayed her?
Obvious!
Zhuo Jian felt that there was a traitor around him and was even more troubled.
"Go and wash your hands quickly. There is no poison in the wontons. I came to you because your mother-in-law asked you to discuss your grandpa's birthday party."
Fu Yanye had no choice but to explain again.
Zhuo Jian stared at him for a while, unable to see the emotion in his eyes, and had to wash his hands willingly.
The aroma of the wontons could be smelled when she came out of the bathroom.
Suddenly I remembered the scene of two people eating wontons together at the dining table when I was a child, and my eyes blurred for a moment.
Her mother's wontons were the best in the world. Sometimes when Wang Yue left Fu Yanye at their house, her mother would make them for them both.
Zhuo Jian pulled out his chair, sat down with his head down emotionally, and then dragged the bowl he had filled in front of her. Then he saw the coriander and chopped green onion in the small bowl, and added a little of them to the bowl.
inside.
Seeing that she was angry, Fu Yanye knew that he was looking for chopped green onions, served them to him, and then sat across from her.
“Didn’t my mother personally prepare grandpa’s birthday banquets in previous years?”
"Yeah! But when you come back this year, she said it will be left to the two of us this year."
"..."
When Zhuo Jian heard this, she couldn't help but look up at him again.
Fu Yanye was confused by what she saw. He couldn't help but sigh and asked her, "Can you stop looking at me like that?"
It took me a long time to learn how to make wontons.
"Is the birthday party at Starlight?"
Zhuo Jian immediately lowered his eyes and blew on the wontons in the spoon after asking.
"Well! Because it's my birthday, there will be a lot of people here this time. I'm afraid it will be busy by then, so be prepared to be burdened."
Fu Yanye also stirred the wontons in his bowl and said.
Zhuo Jian ate one, and he didn't know whether his eyes were smoked by the hot soup or stimulated by his words.
She couldn't help but look up at him again, and after swallowing, she made it clear to him: "I can help you now, but on the night of the birthday banquet, I'm afraid I won't be able to be there all the time."
Fu Yanye also ate a wonton before asking: "Why!"
"We haven't figured things out yet, have we? I don't want to be the object of discussion."
Zhuo Jian said.
"When your mother-in-law left, the Fu family took care of it for you. Why weren't you afraid of being the subject of everyone's discussion at that time?"
"Because you were still awake at that time."
"..."
Fu Yanye put down the spoon, leaned back on the chair, and stared at her indifferently with his black eyes.
The look in her eyes said that he is now a bastard and a beast.
"At that time, you gave me the divorce agreement and you were determined to get a divorce, but now..."
"I asked you to broadcast the news about the wedding after the new year to remind you that after the new year, I will really hold a wedding, and the woman will be you!"
Fu Yanye stretched out his legs under the table, his domineering and leering eyes were like hers, and every word was clear.
Zhuo Jian unconsciously looked at him in shock.
Fu Yanye continued: "Zhuo Jian, the heroine of the Eight Paintings." This chapter has been completed!