Lin Ruxiang said: "Keep waiting for my call, I can't let this person live in peace."
Lin Ruxiang's hatred for Zhuo Jian became even deeper when she thought about the day she fainted and how Fu Yanye stood there so indifferently and ignored her.
It seemed as if all her illnesses were caused by Zhuo Jian.
The reporter left quickly, but when he got to the elevator, he was quickly grabbed by the neck and thrown in.
The surveillance camera in the elevator had already been blocked. She was grabbed by the throat and her eyes went dark for a while.
"What does Lin Ruxiang want you to do to the young lady of the Fu family?"
"Ahem..."
The reporter is a young man over 1.8 meters tall, but he is helpless at this moment. He cannot speak even if he wants to. Looking at the person holding his throat, he does not recognize him at all.
Wang Rui received Yuan Man's photo and started to check those people. Finally, he found out that this person moved around more with Lin Ruxiang and immediately followed him. Unexpectedly, he actually came to find Lin Ruxiang.
"Ms. Lin asked me to follow the young lady of the Fu family and report to her in time if anything happens. She will give orders from time to time."
"This time so many reporters blocked the TV station, was it her instigation?"
"Yes, she gave me the money and I distributed it to the people who followed me to besiege Mrs. Fu."
Wang Rui used his hands skillfully to throw the person away.
The reporter fell directly to the ground, clutching his neck as he was dying.
"Tell me your number. From now on, I will know every move she makes, unless you want to die here."
Wang Rui took out his mobile phone and looked at him coldly and threatened.
reporter:"……"
When the reporter saw that the surveillance camera above was blocked, he knew that he had met someone who could kill him, so he tremblingly gave his mobile phone number.
Wang Rui soon left the elevator and called Fu Yanye first.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye said: "I understand."
Then he immediately called another subordinate and asked, "How is Mr. Lin now?"
"It's very bad. Lin Ruxiang has been attracting customers, but the demand of the customers he attracted is not large. In addition, Shen Lan is looking for someone in the Lin family, and it seems that she wants to hollow out the Lin family."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye's eyes were half-squinted, looking increasingly dangerous.
"Yes, but Lin Ruxiang is very cautious. This person doesn't seem to have received any benefits yet."
"Then help him."
Fu Yanye looked out the window with cold eyes, and after finishing speaking, he slowly put down his phone.
There was immediate silence in the spacious office.
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In the evening, Zhuo Jian came out of the stage with Ouyang Ping after get off work. Ouyang Ping asked her, "Does your husband let you go out to drink?"
"Drink? Let's forget it."
Zhuo Jian thought about how uncomfortable she felt like losing her composure the next day after drinking, and felt that she really had to drink less in the future.
Ouyang Ping raised her eyebrows and muttered: "People say your husband is a strict wife, but I am the only one who knows that you are actually a strict husband."
"I mainly left because my wine taste was too bad."
Chang Xia and Yuan Man were waiting for her, so she got in the car after saying hello.
Ouyang Ping stood on the steps and watched her wave, then raised her hand. After Zhuo Jian's car left, she went to the parking lot alone.
Fu Yanye doesn't like having too many people at home. Unless he is busy at night, he will find an extra aunt to come to the house to help with cooking.
Zhuo Jian returned home and listened to the silence inside. After changing into slippers, she put her high heels in the shoe cabinet, turned around and walked in.
There was no one in the living room, but there seemed to be some movement in the kitchen. It was too far away to hear clearly, so she walked in.
A tall and straight man in formal clothes is frying vegetables.
Zhuo Jian stepped forward and said, "Hand out your hand."
Fu Yanye held the shovel in one hand to stir-fry, and gave it to her with the other hand.
Zhuo Jian untied his cuffs, folded the sleeves up one by one for him, and then tugged them to make a shape.
Fu Yanye turned around and couldn't help but smile. She was particularly pursuing these good looks now.
Of course, he likes it too.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and only looked at the work in his hands. After finishing the left side, he went to his right and said, "Give it to me."
Fu Yanye stopped, gave her his hand and looked straight at her.
The way she carefully rolled up her sleeves for him was really...
Beautiful and delicious.
However, he felt some mess on his hands, so he didn't touch her. He only called her: "Wife" after she rolled up his long sleeves.
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian reflexively looked up at him.
As soon as Fu Yanye lowered his head, his lips blocked her soft lips.
There was still lipstick on her lips, but he was used to it.
Zhuo Jian fluttered her long eyelashes, closed her eyes, and let him finish the kiss.
Because he was cooking, he didn't bother for a long time.
Zhuo Jian slowly opened her eyes after he kissed her. Fu Yanye smiled at her: "Thank you for helping to roll up the cuffs."
Zhuo Jian said nothing, raised her voice shyly, put her hands behind her back, turned around and walked out with her thin legs.
Fu Yanye continued cooking and making soup in a good mood.
Zhuo Jian walked around the house but couldn't find her aunt and Chengcheng. She returned to the kitchen, looked at him sideways and asked softly: "Where is my son?"
"Going back to my old home."
"When?"
It was nothing unusual for her children to return to their old home, but she thought that she had not been back for a long time, so she should go back together.
"This morning."
Fu Yanye replied to her.
Zhuo Jian asked him a little disappointed: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"
Fu Yanye turned off the fire and looked at her seriously: "I did it on purpose."
Those four words were very gentle, but they made people feel that they were too much.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while and smiled helplessly.
"Get ready to eat."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian nodded and went to help bring the dishes to the table.
Two people, three dishes and one soup.
"How about we go to the old house after dinner? I haven't seen grandma and the others for several days."
Zhuo Jian suggested.
"Eat first."
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and said softly after two seconds.
Zhuo Jian picked up a spoon and filled the soup.
After dinner, Fu Yanye put all the dishes and bowls in the dishwasher, and when he went out, he held the wine glass and bottle in his hands.
Zhuo Jian was sitting on the sofa watching funny old movies. She felt that he was coming and glanced at him. She saw that he was holding two wine glasses and dry wine in his hands. She couldn't help but look up at him: "Want to drink? I don't drink."
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"Drink some."
Fu Yanye sat down next to her.
"Aren't we going to the old house?"
Zhuo Jian's mouth felt a little dry just looking at the wine, and she wanted to be with her son before going on a business trip.
"Not going."
Fu Yanye held the wine bottle and filled their glasses with wine. He gently put the bottle away and gave her a glass of wine.
Zhuo Jian took it and smelled the name on the bottle.
It is indeed the best in the world and tastes amazing.
Fu Yanye held the wine glass and faced her.
Zhuo Jian immediately held the wine glass and touched it lightly with his.
Even the wine glasses are super expensive and seem to be extra crisp when touched.
The dry white taste entering the throat made Zhuo Jian feel that it was pretty good and smooth.
Fu Yanye leaned back on the sofa, looked at the phone she was reading, and couldn't help but think, after all these years, you still like this actor.
She is a long-term lover.
It can be seen from many aspects.
For example, the actor I like has always been liked, the color I like has never changed, and the scenery I like to see is always the same.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and couldn't help but touch her hair again.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head when his hand touched the back of her head.
Seeing her like that, Fu Yanye held her shoulders with his hands, pulled her directly into his arms, and kissed her forehead gently with his lips: "We will be home tonight." This chapter has been completed!