I don't deserve your love

Chapter 135 Zhuo Jian, the heroine in 8 paintings

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At twelve o'clock at noon, Zhuo Jian read the article to the camera, "Fu Yanye, the president of Fu's Group, a famous entrepreneur in our city, announced that the wedding will be held after the year.

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The man who was eating while watching the news heard this, and unconsciously put the tip of his tongue against his back teeth and laughed.

"How do you manage to get her to read something like that?"

Su Bai, who accompanied him to dinner, asked thoughtfully.

Fu Yanye wiped his slender fingers with a piece of paper, 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 are you?Just tens of millions?

Ah!

But the bride's surname is Bahua?

Su Bai's hands quietly traced on the table.

"Hey! Lin just happens to have eight paintings!"

"It just so happens that Lin is not the only one who drew eight pictures."

Fu Yanye reminded him coldly when he heard the word Lin.

Su Bai's heart tightened, and he immediately drew another character, this...

Fu Yanye thought to herself, when she read it, she probably only counted Lin Ruxiang's stroke order, what is this called?

There must be a sparseness in a hundred secrets!

In the following week, every Zhuo Jian's live broadcast will receive a temporary news about Fu Yanye, each of which is about his marriage.

What wedding is she going to choose in the greenery of the country, which she likes, or Gisborne, New Zealand, which he likes?

There is also the first photo of her when she was a child, the back view, wearing a pink skirt, lying on a wool roll.

Zhuo Jian read it all, but couldn't help but joked for the first time: "It is said that his girlfriend is pregnant, I wonder if he can run that far!"

Yang Yi, her partner, gasped after hearing this. If it wasn't for the live broadcast, she would really be overwhelmed.

That afternoon when Zhuo Jian came home from get off work, 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 thought he was the male owner of the house.

but……

Zhuo Jian stood looking at the silhouette from a distance, and couldn't help but said, "Since when did Boss Fu have the habit of breaking into private houses? Those who don't know think you are the male owner of this house."

Hearing the voice, Fu Yanye gave her a benevolent glance with his dark eyes, and then continued to prepare his dinner.

Zhuo Jianjian kicked off his high heels and walked over barefoot: "Did you hear me? Mr. Fu!"

"I heard that you want to eat small wontons made at home. The skin is made by the servants at home, and the meat is wrapped by me, with one hand."

Fu Yanye was talking to her while arranging the wontons neatly on a container.

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she silently glanced at his left hand, which had been moving all the time, and burst into a rage: "What the hell are you doing recently? You spent tens of millions to buy equipment for the TV station and rebuild our 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 ravioli, with a company as big as yours, are you really so busy?"

"What? You are only allowed to sue me for divorce and lie to the media that you are not my wife, so I am not allowed to stimulate you?"

Fu Yanye asked her instead.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

So all he did was fight back?

Then he will lose a lot, and it won't cost her much 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 made wontons for her in this small kitchen of hers?

Still one-handed?

She doesn't have this skill.

Zhuo Jian touched her cold forehead angrily, then looked at him again and asked: "What you did was to fight back, right?"

"Yes!"

"What about now? What happened to these little wontons?"

"I added medicine to it, I'll throw you on the bed after you finish eating, and then..."

Fu Yanye's slender body was leaning forward, her beautiful left hand was resting on the edge of the marble platform, and her black eyes were staring 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 to eat!"

Fu Yanye didn't like to see her defensive look, so he stood up and prepared to cook wontons, and ordered in a cold voice.

Zhuo Jian stood there motionless, she absolutely didn't need him to cook her wontons.

She wants to eat because she misses her mother.

And she mentioned this matter to Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping, and the three of them had dinner together that night.

Who betrayed her?

It's obvious!

Zhuo Jian felt that there was a traitor around her, which made her even more troubled.

"Hurry up and wash your hands, there is no poison in the wontons. I came to you because your mother-in-law asked you to discuss grandpa's birthday banquet."

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, she had to wash her hands willingly.

She could smell the aroma of the little wontons when she came out of the bathroom.

Suddenly remembered the scene of two people eating small wontons around the dining table when they were young, and their eyes blurred instantly.

The small wontons made by her mother are the best in the world. Sometimes Wang Yue leaves Fu Yanye at their house, and her mother makes them for the two of them.

Zhuo Jian pulled away the chair, sat down emotionally, with her head down, and dragged the bowl he had put in front of her, and then saw the coriander and green onion in the small bowl, both of which were added to the bowl inside.

Seeing that she was angry, Fu Yanye knew that he was looking for scallions, filled them up for himself and sat opposite her.

"Didn't my mother prepare grandpa's birthday banquets in the past?"

"Well! But this year you came back, she said that this year will be handed over to us."

"..."

Zhuo Jian couldn't help raising her eyes to look at him again when she heard the back.

Fu Yanye's heart was in a mess when she saw her, and he couldn't help sighing, and asked her: "Can you stop looking at me like that?"

It took me half a day to learn how to make wontons.

"Is the birthday banquet at Starlight?"

Zhuo Jian immediately lowered her eyes, and blew the little wontons in the spoon after asking.

"Well! Because it's a big birthday, there will be a lot of people coming this time. I'm afraid some people will be busy by then. You should be prepared to suffer."

Fu Yanye also said while stirring the wontons in his bowl.

Zhuo Jian ate one, and she didn't know whether her 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 said clearly to him: "It's okay to help now, but on the night of the birthday party, I'm afraid I can't stay there all the time."

Fu Yanye only asked after eating a wonton, "The reason!"

"We haven't figured things out yet, have we? I don't want to be the object of everyone's discussion."

Zhuo Jian said.

"When the mother-in-law left, the Fu family took care of it for you. At that time, why were you not afraid of becoming the object of public discussion?"

"Because you were still awake then."

"..."

Fu Yanye put down the spoon, leaned back in the chair, and stared at her indifferently with his black eyes.

That look in her eyes said, he's a bastard now, a beast.

"At that time, you gave me the divorce agreement because you were determined to divorce, but now..."

"I asked you to broadcast the news of the wedding in the next year to remind you that I will really hold the wedding in the next year, and the woman will be you!"

Fu Yanye stretched his legs under the table, his domineering eyes looked like hers, and every word was clear.

Zhuo Jian unconsciously looked at him in shock.

Fu Yanye went on to say: "Zhuo Jian, the heroine of the eight paintings."