The two of them ate dinner rather slowly. After the meal, Zhuo Jian took him around the more famous places in the city, and after experiencing the customs and customs of their city A, took a taxi to take him back to the hotel.
In fact, she was just doing her best to be a landlord, but she didn't expect...
By coincidence, when Sheng Xin said goodbye to her and got out of the car, Fu Yanye and others happened to come out.
Just like that, they hit each other head on.
Fu Yanye stood in front of the crowd, looked at Sheng Xin coldly, and then reflexively looked at the car behind Sheng Xin.
At that time, Sheng Xin and Zhuo Jian were both sitting in the back, so Zhuo Jian was sitting inside now.
Zhuo Jian said to the driver in front: "Master, drive."
The taxi quickly left the hotel.
When she regretted sending Sheng Xin to the door of the hotel, Sheng Xin was already standing opposite Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye looked at him: "Mr. Sheng seems to be very interested in my wife?"
"Mrs?"
"Zhuo Jian!"
"Zhuo Jian? She is your wife?"
Sheng Xin was greatly surprised.
"Troublesome, Mr. Sheng, stay away from my wife. I don't like her getting too close to other men, and she's not suitable for walking around in social circles. Thank you."
Fu Yanye was quite polite. After finishing speaking, he nodded and got into the luxury car driven by his driver.
Sheng Xin: "..."
He never imagined that Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian were actually husband and wife.
Thinking again about Zhuo Jian admitting that she had a complicated relationship with Fu Yanye during dinner today, Sheng Xin's steps to the hotel were a little slow.
——
"Young Master Ye, where are you going?"
"Go back to Shengyuan!"
Fu Yanye made a faint sound and looked out the window in annoyance.
Today's weather seems to be particularly good, but his mood is extremely bad.
He could have gone to Zhuo Jian's place, but when the car arrived near the community where the two of them lived, he held his hands and hesitated for a while, and finally looked away from her.
When he saw her and Sheng Xin in a car, both of them felt breathless when they thought of her chatting, laughing and having ambiguous interactions with another man in the back seat of the car.
——
This night was peaceful for Zhuo Jian.
Except for those two sentences that went unheard.
Wasn't she cured?
Can you still run around outside all day long if you have terminal cancer?
The weather was still nice the next day, and in the afternoon the station director personally called her and asked her to have dinner with Ouyang Ping to discuss studying abroad.
Zhuo Jian was in a good mood, but she didn't expect that she would be the first to arrive in the private room.
Later, Ouyang Ping called her: "Dear, I can't make it. There was something wrong with the show."
Zhuo Jian agreed without thinking, but wouldn't this mean that the station director would have dinner alone with her?
The station manager is an older man and she has not said hello twice.
Zhuo Jian started to get nervous.
When the private room door was opened, she subconsciously stood up and turned sideways to face the door.
She wanted to look as generous as possible, but when she raised her eyes and saw the person coming, she was stunned.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone also rang at this time. Zhuo Jian lowered his head and saw that it was an unfamiliar number.
"Answer the phone first."
Lin Jiaoyang told her.
Zhuo Jian finally came to his senses and answered the phone.
"Hello, Zhuo Jian? I'm having some trouble at the moment. I heard that your father and Mr. Lin are old friends. I'm fairly familiar with him, so let him have dinner with you for me."
"Director?"
Zhuo Jian only asked softly.
"It's me! I'm going to hang up first. We'll talk about the rest in the stage tomorrow."
The station director quickly hung up the phone.
Zhuo Jian looked at the people walking in front of her, not only Lin Jiaoyang, but also Mr. Zhao who wanted to marry her a while ago but failed to do so.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head: "Since our station director has something to do, I won't stay."
"Hey! Ah Jian, the food has been ordered. It's not appropriate for you to go like this. I'll just treat it as having dinner with your Uncle Lin, eh?"
Lin Jiaoyang stopped her, clasped her shoulders and pressed her into the chair she had just been sitting on.
Zhuo Jian sat in numbly, but her heartbeat began to speed up.
She had a very bad feeling.
"Miss Zhuo, we meet again! I didn't expect you to have such a big background. I'm disrespectful."
Mr. Zhao said to her with a smile.
Zhuo Jian only felt that the air around her was dirty, and she wanted to escape from here.
"Sorry, I..."
"Ajian, please accompany us to finish this meal, okay?"
Lin Jiaoyang pressed her shoulders firmly, preventing her from getting up.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him and said lightly: "Mr. Lin, why is this necessary? Aren't you afraid that Mr. Ye will cause trouble for you?"
"He hit me last time and I haven't settled the score with him yet. Let him give it a try."
Lin Jiaoyang said and sat down next to her.
The staff came to serve the wine quickly, and Lin Jiaoyang immediately asked him to go out, and then poured wine for Zhuo Jian and Mr. Zhao himself.
"Today we are just chatting casually. By the way, I also want to say to Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, my little niece, please don't have any other evil thoughts. I won't comply."
"Then your niece is my niece. Don't worry, I won't do anything random."
Mr. Zhao said.
Zhuo Jian felt that the word niece had been tainted by these two sanctimonious hypocrites.
Lin Jiaoyang looked at Zhuo Jian: "You heard it, Mr. Zhao has guaranteed me that I will never touch you, eh?"
Zhuo Jian just wants to call for help now.
This is in the starlight and she will not be pretentious in the face of danger.
But how can she make the call now?
"Let me give you a drink first, Uncle Zhao, okay?"
Lin Jiaoyang taught her again.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at the glass of wine: "I haven't been feeling well lately and can't drink."
"Hey! You have entered the workplace, but you can't be so pushy and pushy. Have you forgotten that Mr. Zhao is still the sponsor of your show? What does it matter if you just have a few drinks, and there are no outsiders."
Lin Jiaoyang's hand was always on her shoulder, and he was also close to her when he spoke.
Zhuo Jian felt that the breath coming out of his mouth was disgusting, and her shoulders moved unconsciously, trying to get away from him.
Lin Jiaoyang pretended not to feel her repulsion: "Jian, be good and drink this glass first."
Lin Jiaoyang held her wine glass.
"Jiaoyang, your niece is not very polite!"
Mr. Zhao said.
"Why don't I feed you?"
Lin Jiaoyang smiled with Mr. Zhao, took her wine glass and put it to her mouth.
Zhuo Jian couldn't bear it anymore, so she immediately stood up and hid aside: "Please respect yourself."
How does he look like an uncle?
"Ajan!"
The wine glass in Lin Jiaoyang's hand was spilled when she left. Zhuo Jian had some spots on his body and his sleeves were all wet. He stood up, tore off a tissue and wiped it while frowning unhappily and calling her.
"Take it easy, you two!"
Zhuo Jian said calmly, no matter what he did, he just wanted to leave.
"Zhuo Jian."
Lin Jiaoyang chased her with several strides. The wine glass on the table was hit by his coat and fell to the ground. He stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and pulled her inside.
Zhuo Jian's lower back hit the chair. The chair moved, and she moved with it. She couldn't stand firmly and fell down with the chair.
"Have you ever thought about the consequences of me giving you a step but you don't accept it?"
Lin Jiaoyang locked the door and asked. This chapter has been completed!