"Are you talking about me?"

Fu Yanye felt her gaze.

"Well, I'll hang up first, and I'll chat later."

Zhuo Jian and Zhang Mingmei ended the phone and looked at him, "Cheng Nuo went to Shengyuan, probably to find you."

"Hmm? Or are you looking for someone else?"

Fu Yanye felt a little headache when he heard those two words.

"Who else did she know in Shengyuan?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.

"Liang Yu?"

Fu Yanye frowned and thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of that person.

When talking about Liang Yu, Zhuo Jian looked at him and smiled at him, but soon had a cold face.

"Get up first to take medicine, and we will go to the hospital if the fever does not subside later."

Fu Yanye said, "I want to help her."

Zhuo Jian immediately climbed up and reached out to hold the cup by himself.

Fu Yanye stared at her, held her hand and pressed it down, and said to her with the medicine, "Don't you feel dizzy when you get up so quickly?"

"I want to take medicine."

The person who was about to faint when he woke up in the morning had to say something.

"I'll do it, just open your mouth and drink."

"I can't even take some medicine by myself? I won't drink it."

Zhuo Jian was angry and turned around and ignored him as he said this.

Fu Yanye looked at her and smiled helplessly, "Am I still afraid of burning you?"

Her hands were burned with ashes and had not yet recovered.

Zhuo Jian heard this explanation and asked him again, "If it's so hot, just put it there."

The water used to rinse the medicine cannot be too hot.

"I'm sick and have such a bad temper. It's really... I feel sorry for you."

Zhuo Jian looked at him when he wanted to complain, and Fu Yanye immediately changed his words.

Feeling sad?

Zhuo Jian stared at him, then looked helplessly elsewhere. If he really felt sorry for her, they would not have been able to get this step.

At her age, his few words of concern can no longer touch her.

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered the hot searches in the morning, and then looked at him again, "Is this morning the hot searches you posted?"

Fu Yanye glanced at her and suddenly smiled, "You drink the medicine first."

Zhuo Jian just doesn't drink it.

"You take the medicine first, I'll tell you immediately, huh?"

He tried to coax her.

Zhuo Jian wanted to get the answer, so he took the medicine.

This time he didn't say anything else that he wanted to feed her, just watched her finish the medicine.

Zhuo Jian pursed his lips, and he raised his hand and gently wiped her lips.

Zhuo Jian stared at him, thinking he didn't have to.

But Fu Yanye admitted to her while wiping her mouth: "Yes."

“…”

Zhuo Jian continued to stare at him in disappointment.

"You can find someone to help you with a divorce lawsuit, and of course I can find a way to save my marriage, right?"

At first glance, this sounds nothing. He looks very reasonable, but in fact, no matter how you sue, you cannot interfere with the freedom I want to save.

“…”

Zhuo Jian had nothing to say, so he turned around and lay down again.

Fu Yanye was still sitting there, and when the lawyer told him that he might lose the case, he had to do this bad thing.

"Is our family not good? Grandpa and grandma spoiled you very much, parents supported us, and the children were sensible."

He still said.

"This home is good, except you."

Zhuo Jian muttered.

Fu Yanye's mouth moved, a little irritating.

Not long after she finished taking the medicine, she subsided and took advantage of Fu Yanye's video conference and went out.

She doesn't like being in the old house, and it's hard to tell when she doesn't like it.

Uncle Zhou was wiping the car. Zhuo Jian immediately ran over and whispered before getting on the car, "Uncle Zhou, Uncle Zhou, get on the car quickly."

"Mrs. Young Madam? What's wrong with Young Madam?"

Uncle Zhou was stunned. Why did their young wife get a mess of dogs?

"Send me to the city."

Zhuo Jian still lowered his voice.

The person who was in the video conference upstairs was by the window. She didn't expect him to be a little unaware of it, and turned around and saw her.

Uncle Zhou understood that Zhuo Jian was hiding from Fu Yanye, and he didn't say anything. Xiaoxiao packed up his things and got into the car and took her to see her off.

But as soon as she got into the car, Fu Yanye's number came over, and the words "ex-husband" were quite heartbreaking.

She saw that she had already left Fu's house, so she boldly answered the phone, "What instructions does Mr. Fu have?"

"I want to ask you where you sleep at night."

Fu Yanye sat in the swivel chair and asked in a low-key manner.

"I don't know yet."

Zhuo Jian thought about it and found that he had no place to live yet?

"Then go back to Shengyuan. You don't have to worry about sleeping separately anyway."

Fu Yanye made the decision for her.

"You don't have to make decisions for me."

She didn't believe she had no place to live, so she quickly hung up the phone.

But she really has no place to live.

He destroyed him when he rented a house.

And not long after she came out, Wang Rui's car followed her.

In the afternoon, Zhuo Jian went to the lawyer's office. The lawyer asked her sincerely, "Miss Zhuo, do you really want to get a divorce?"

Zhuo Jian knew it was because of the hot searches in the morning, but he still said: "Yes."

"But you couple still live together often, and this divorce lawsuit will become particularly difficult."

The lawyer still reminded her in a tactful way.

"We have children who need to be raised together and elders who need to meet together. We will never be able to separate them completely. I don't understand what this has to do with divorce?"

"The lawyer over there said that your husband and wife have a good relationship, so the evidence we submitted that was unfavorable to Mr. Fu will be overturned. Do you understand that this is the case?"

The lawyer then asked her.

Of course she understood, but what could she do?

But now it seems that these lawyers are just like this.

Zhuang Mingli also said that it is the best lawyer group.

After leaving the lawyer's office, Zhuo Jian looked at the smog outside, and suddenly felt that the thing about wanting to divorce was like a dream.

I went to the TV station, and then made an appointment with Zhang Mingmei and Ouyang Ping for dinner, at Fanxing.

Ouyang Ping said: "I knew the possibility was not high."

Zhuo Jian poured a glass of wine and suddenly put down the cup when he was about to drink it. "Can you think of a way? At least you can keep your distance now."

"Keep distance? Do you follow Mr. Fu?"
To be continued...