“We also have times of sluggishness and need reminders.”

Fu Yanye stopped the car on the side of the road and looked at her and told her seriously.

"Um."

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while, then nodded in agreement.

In the cramped carriage, the lights were warm. Fu Yanye reached out to hook the back of her head, leaned over and kissed her lips gently, then sucked and tasted slowly.

It was already a little late for the two of them to return to Shengyuan. The staff at the service desk suddenly called them, "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, I have a letter from you."

The two stopped.

The staff quickly ran over and handed the letter to them.

Fu Yanye didn't accept things sent by others, so Zhuo Jian naturally took them and opened them.

"A Jian, Yan Ye, how are you? Long time no see."

This person's handwriting is exactly the same as they remember.

Zhuo Jian first thought of Lin Ruxiang.

Because Fu Yanye lost the three years of memory that had happened the most to them, he realized it after a while.

Zhuo Jian took the letter and went to the elevator with him. After a long time, he asked slowly: "Where did you say you had met Lin Ruxiang that time?"

"City K, but she is no longer there now."

Fu Yanye's eyebrows were tight when he talked about this.

"Then where will she go?"

Zhuo Jian muttered, leaning against the elevator a little weakly.

Fu Yanye looked at her movements and reminded her: "The elevator is cold, don't lean."

Zhuo Jian came back to his senses, looked at him and immediately stood up.

After returning home, Fu Yanye was responsible for preparing supper, and Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa and stared at the letter.

In just a few short words, she knew that it was definitely not a greeting.

Lin Ruxiang is still alive, and it is likely that he is near them.

In the next two days, Zhuo Jian saw such greetings on his desk in the office every day.

No signature.

But the two words A Jian were written in, except for Lin Ruxiang, Zhuo Jian could not imagine anyone else.

Lin Ruxiang used the child to cover her. Zhuo Jian checked the surveillance, but still failed to find any clues.

A few children came and went and disappeared quickly.

However, Wang Rui appeared in the Fu office building soon after and sent a photo to Fu Yanye.

"I'm sure she is Lin Ruxiang."

Wang Rui said.

After looking at the photo, Fu Yanye said only: "You go there in person."

"yes."

"If it's her, take it back and send it to the police station."

"yes."

Wang Rui agreed.

Fu Yanye looked at his phone and thought that Zhuo Jian was worried about Lin Ruxiang's affairs, so he picked up his phone and dialed Zhuo Jian's number.

“…”

Zhuo Jian's phone has not been connected for a long time.

Fu Yan's heart sank and immediately dialed Yuan Man's cell phone: "Where is Zhuo Jian?"

“Recording a program.”

Yuan Man replied in a low voice.

Fu Yanye breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly his temples became tight and he could only put down his phone and rub his temples hard.

Wang Rui saw that he had called and asked, "Then I'll leave now."

"Yeah, go and go back."

Fu Yanye nodded.

"yes."

Wang Rui agreed and turned around and walked towards the door.

Fu Yanye had a split headache, and suddenly the broken images appeared in his mind. He was about to faint.

"Yan Ye, you love me."

"Fu Yanye, have you ever loved me?"

"Fu Yanye, kill her."

"Fu Yanye,..."

"When will we get a divorce?"

"If you call me Sister Ruxiang, don't call Yan Yeyeshao, call me brother-in-law!"

"Sister, brother-in-law."

The voices of Ruxiang and Zhuo Jian kept hovering in his mind.

Wang Rui just opened the door when he suddenly heard a thud behind him.

Fu Yanye wanted to stand up and force himself to calm down, but as soon as he stood up, his eyes turned dark, and suddenly he fell into the chair again.

Wang Rui turned around and saw Fu Yanye fainting without a bloody face. He immediately called and said, "Fu's office building, I want an ambulance, right away."

Zhuo Jian rushed over from the show and saw the doctor performing a series of examinations for him. Finally, he said that his brain injury had worsened and he had to be hospitalized for treatment.

Her eyes turned black and her heels were so soft that they were about to fall down immediately.

"lady."

Yuan Man immediately supported her.

Zhuo Jian was gasping for breath, so nervous that he could not even be able to do so.

When Fu Yanye woke up again, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Zhuo Jian stood in front of the window, facing his back to the light, and kept looking at him.

He didn't see her clearly, but just called her softly: "Zhuo Jian."

Zhuo Jian looked at him with a dismay in his eyes. He came to his senses after hearing his call. He immediately stepped forward and squatted beside the bed and held his hand: "I'm here, you're awake, how do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"

"It's okay, are you worried?"

Looking at her tight face, he asked in a hoarse voice.

Zhuo Jian's nose became sore, and his eyes blurred.

How could she not worry?

But at this time, how could she easily show her fear in front of him?

"I'll stay in the hospital for a few more days this time and I can't be discharged so soon."

Zhuo Jian held his hand and tried to tell him calmly.

Fu Yanye looked into her eyes, smiled, and touched her finger: "Yes."

Zhuo Jian got up, climbed into his arms on his own initiative, and said softly: "You scared me to death."

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just stroked her long hair.

Zhuo Jian didn't want to cry in front of him, so he could only continue to hold him until he was completely calmed down and could control himself.

The elders of the old house only learned the news in the evening, and Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzheng rushed over immediately, "Why did they faint again? Why did they worsen?"

"Mom, don't worry, things are not that bad."

Zhuo Jian tried to comfort him.

"How can I not be anxious? What's wrong with it? I'm just such a son, and someone else will tell me what happened to such a big thing."

Wang Yue was about to cry as she said that.

Fu Zhengzhi patted her shoulder helplessly: "Stop quarrel, my son needs to rest now."

Wang Yue thought of what the doctor said, then wiped his tears and stopped saying anything.

Fu Yanye leaned against the head of the bed and looked at Wang Yue with fierce eyes. He knew that she was worried and confused, but when he looked at the nervous woman standing aside, he said, "Zhuo Jian."

"Um?"
To be continued...