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Chapter 165 No Measures

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"Go and see me off?"

"Don't go!"

Fu Yanye asked her opinion in a hoarse voice, but the answer he got was negative.

Fu Yanye knew that she still rejected him, but he couldn't help but kiss her soft lips again.

This time we say goodbye, and I don’t know when we will see each other again.

So when Zhuo Jian was surprised that he loved kissing so much, he had already forgotten his love.

——

But early the next morning, a car came to pick him up.

Zhuo Jian lay on the bed pretending to sleep, and then quietly opened her eyes when she heard the door being closed from the outside.

finally.

He's gone!

Zhuo Jian thought that he would definitely relax a lot, but his heart felt very painful.

He is attracted to her?

But why does she always feel so awkward?

She has no mysophobia, so why is she so worried about his last relationship?

When Fu Yanye returned to the city, the news in the city was reporting that he went abroad to spend the New Year with his wife.

It seems that paparazzi are really everywhere, and there is also a scene where the two of them went to dinner on New Year's Eve.

Only then did Fu Yanye realize that his hand had been on her waist.

Zhuo Jian didn't seem to reject him much?

The back views of the two people look harmonious.

There are also pictures of them eating together and watching fireworks together.

Uncle Zhou went to pick him up and took him directly back to his old house.

When the old lady saw him and saw the gift Zhuo Jian bought her, she couldn't help but sigh: "You didn't want that girl to come back with you?"

"The study time is one year."

Fu Yanye thought of the time when he asked her to come back and thought it would be better not to mention it.

"She originally studied journalism, how can she still study? Did she study in vain for more than three years outside? Can't she just be lazy and come back to stay for a few days now and then?"

The old lady was still dissatisfied and felt that Zhuo Jian was not at ease outside.

"She comes back to cover for two days every month, so don't complain."

I can't even complain.

Fu Yanye thought and pinched his eyebrows.

The old lady lowered her eyes, then looked at him again, "You two, didn't you take any measures at that time?"

Fu Yanye always felt that this topic was not suitable for them and his grandson, so he couldn't help but look away.

The old lady got a little anxious and called him loudly: "You bastard, tell me quickly."

"Um."

He agreed and then stood up: "I'm going to take a nap."

She said she was going to take a nap, but when she returned to the room she didn't usually sleep in, she took her cell phone and called Zhuo Jian first.

Sure enough, I had just pulled him off the blacklist before leaving, and now he stopped answering.

Fu Yanye looked at his phone irritably for a long time, then opened WeChat.

Damn it!

As soon as he left, the woman blacklisted him again.

When Ouyang Ping came down from upstairs, she saw a luxury sports car. There was this person standing behind the sports car. She walked over and couldn't help but feel nervous when she saw the person clearly. She stepped forward and said, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yanye heard the sound and took the cigarette away from his lips: "Can you make a call for me?"

"ah?"

"Zhuo Jian."

Fu Yanye went straight to the topic.

Ouyang Ping...

No matter what, she finally called him. Fu Yanye didn't touch her phone and frowned in disgust.

Ouyang Ping put the mobile phone on his car and pressed the speaker phone.

The other end quickly picked up the phone with a hoarse voice: "Hello?"

"Ah, that..."

Ouyang Ping looked at Fu Yanye subconsciously.

Fu Yanye stared at the phone for a long time, then suddenly said: "It's me."

Zhuo Jian was startled and got up from the bed: "Fu Yanye?"

She looked at her phone again, and the word Pingping was displayed.

"Do you need me to fly there again to stop blocking me?"

Fu Yanye asked.

Ouyang Ping stood nearby, listening quietly with her ears raised, becoming more and more excited as she listened.

Zhuo Jian blocked him again?

Wasn't it just blocked not long ago?

Ouyang Ping thought that after he went to find Zhuo Jian, he returned to the white list.

"I take it you don't want me to go back and look for you immediately?"

"Ah, um, I'm in class, I'm going to fail first."

The other end hesitated and hung up immediately after finishing speaking.

Fu Yanye...

Spring has just begun, and when the wind blows, it's still winter.

Fu Yanye stood there with his tall body, staring at the black screen of his mobile phone.

Did she expect him not to go to him immediately?

That’s how confident you are!

Do you think that because the sky is high and the emperor is far away, she can do whatever she wants?

"Thanks!"

Fu Yanye quickly calmed down and said clean.

"You're welcome, but you've been together for several days, haven't you reached an agreement?"

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but ask him this question.

Fu Yanye thought for a while and asked her: "When will you go back?"

"ah?"

"I hope you can go back as soon as possible. I can take care of the air tickets."

"..."

Ouyang Ping didn't know why the boss didn't answer her questions and interfered with her schedule.

However, after Fu Yanye found her, Fu Yanye's secretary soon contacted her, booked her in business class, and personally sent her to the plane.

So not long after, Zhuo Jian opened the door and saw Ouyang Ping standing at the door.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but asked curiously: "Didn't you say you were coming back on the eighth day of the lunar month?"

"Thank you very much for this."

Ouyang Ping sighed helplessly, then turned to look at the Rolls-Royce that picked her up.

Zhuo Jian followed her eyes and the driver stood beside her and nodded to her.

Zhuo Jian knew that person and subconsciously nodded and said hello.

The driver drove away, and Zhuo Jian helped Ouyang Ping move the suitcases into the house.

Ouyang Ping looked at the decoration in the house, which was similar to the one next to it, and couldn't help but ask her: "Why did you think of moving here?"

"convenient."

Otherwise, it would be too troublesome to carry so many luggage, pots, pans, etc.

"That's right! Take your husband off your blacklist quickly, otherwise we both will suffer."

Ouyang Ping said.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian disagreed and asked her: "Why?"

"If he can't get through to you, he will call me. What can I do?"

Ouyang Ping thought to herself that the boss's aura was too strong and he would destroy her in a minute.

But Zhuo Jian reminded her without thinking: "Then why don't you just block him as well?"

"..."

Ouyang Ping looked at the delicate and frail woman in front of her in disbelief, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Baby, you are really not afraid of death!"

"The sky is high and the Emperor is far away. It will take more than ten hours for him to fly here, right? At that time, we can run to a place where he can't be found."

"Ha! Aren't you afraid that he would put his eyes in your door?"

Ouyang Ping asked her.

Zhuo Jian thought for a moment after hearing this, but quickly shook his head: "Impossible."

"Don't be so absolute in everything. It's much easier for the boss to do something than we think."

Ouyang Ping reminded her.

Zhuo Jian went to get her a glass of water, sat down next to her, and asked her, "What can he do?"

"Anyway, you'd better drag him out of the blacklist. At most, you can ignore him if you don't want to, but why do you keep putting people on the blacklist?"

Ouyang Ping continued to enlighten her.

Zhuo Jian felt the pain in his body and replied depressedly: "It makes me upset."

"..."

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but look at Zhuo Jian again, and found that her face was always tired during this time, and her whole person was very haggard, so she couldn't help but ask her: "Are you not feeling well?"

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at her doubtfully.

"I always feel that your aura is not right lately, you are listless, and you seem to be uninterested in anything."

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but murmur.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and felt that what she said made sense. It was like eggplants beaten by frost recently. She murmured: "I am indeed a little tired. Maybe there are too many things going on recently."
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