Rose Manor

Early the next morning, Shen Jia Nian was still sleeping and vaguely heard Fu Jichen calling someone, as if he was asking to move the morning meeting to the afternoon...

Shen Jia Nian slowly opened his eyelids and saw Fu Jichen coming out of the cloakroom while making a phone call. The hand that was not holding the phone was adjusting the cuffs of his shirt.

It turned out that she was not dreaming, he was really talking on the phone.

Fu Jichen glanced at the bed, and looked at the person who had just woken up. He paused slightly in the action of tying the cufflinks, and a faint smile filled his dark eyes. He took the phone from his ear, hung up, and opened his lips. Tell Shen Jianian: "It's almost time to get up."

Shen Jia Nian rolled around half a circle on the bed, with the quilt rolled up around his waist and lying on the pillow: "I don't want to think about it."

Fu Jichen walked to the bed, bent down and dug the person out from under the quilt, picked him up and strode towards the cloakroom.

Shen Jia Nian hung upside down on the man's shoulder, feeling dizzy for a while. She beat his back with her fists and screamed, her brain completely clear.

Entering the cloakroom, Fu Jichen put her down, took out a white skirt from the closet and handed it to her: "Wear this."

When Shen Jianian saw the white skirt, she remembered the photo she saw on Fu Jianfang's phone last night. The young lady from the Zhou family was wearing a strapless white skirt and sitting next to Fu Jichen. She had a little cream on the tip of her nose. She looked playful and smart, and her smile was so gentle and cute. Intentionally, there seems to be starlight in the clear black and white eyes.

"I don't want to wear this." Shen Jianian didn't explain the real reason, only said, "It doesn't look good."

Fu Jichen put the skirt back and picked another one for her. It was still a white skirt, but the style was different: "Where's this one?"

"It doesn't look good either." Shen Jianian said critically.

Fu Jichen said nothing and continued to choose. The third skirt was still white. Shen Jia Nian's face was so grim that he could barely write the word "unhappy" on his face.

"Do you only like white skirts?" Shen Jia Nian didn't realize that he was nitpicking.

Fu Jichen didn't think there was anything wrong with her showing off her temper. He held up the white skirt and gestured to his side: "It goes well with my white shirt, doesn't it? The background cloth for taking the ID photo is red, so white is more appropriate. .”

Shen Jia Nian was slightly startled when she heard this. She was so jealous that she forgot to take her ID photo. Her mind was filled with the two photos from yesterday.

After a night, the details of those two photos were still clearly engraved in her mind, lingering. Although she only had a quick glance at it.

Since the car accident, her memory has not been very good, and she doesn't know why she remembers details like this so clearly.

Shen Jianian took the white skirt and held it in her hand, pursed her lips slightly, and asked him for the last time: "Do you really want to come with me to get the certificate? Do your family members know?"

Fu Jichen put his hand into his trousers pocket and took out his mobile phone to confirm the successful marriage registration appointment: "The appointment was made last night, do you want to regret it?"

Shen Jianian turned away and looked at the full-length mirror next to him. His expression in the mirror was really awkward: "I'm asking you now, just answer me."

Fu Jichen put the phone aside, held her face in his hands and straightened it, and looked deeply into her eyes: "I am very sure that I want to get the certificate from you. I decided it a long time ago."

Shen Jia Nian pushed him out of the cloakroom, closed the sliding door, and put on a white skirt.

The two had breakfast at home, Shen Jianian put on light makeup, and Fu Jichen personally drove her to the Civil Affairs Bureau.

When he arrived, the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau was already open. Fu Jichen found a place to park the car, got out of the car and walked around to the other side, opened the passenger door, and saw Shen Jia Nian sitting motionless in his seat. He reminded him loudly: "We're here. "

It's almost nine o'clock, and the sun is already very bright. Fu Jichen was bathed in the light, with a smile on his face. He was not wearing a suit jacket, and his white shirt outlined his straight back lines, making him look handsome and charming. People passing by couldn't help but take a few more glances.

He held the roof of the car with one hand, bowed slightly, raised the corners of his lips and said jokingly: "Shen Jianian, you didn't think of regretting it until now, did you?"

It was late, and she had already arrived at the door of the Civil Affairs Bureau. If she regretted it at this time, he might not be able to help but tie her in.

Shen Jianian's fingers were clutching the document bag on her lap. In the bag were the documents needed to obtain a marriage certificate. Hers and Fu Jichen's were both in it. Only at this moment did she realize that receiving the certificate was for real, not just talk.

It would be a lie to say that I am not nervous. After all, it is about marriage. The so-called lifelong event is not a child's play. She wondered if this decision was too impulsive.

Shen Jianian glanced sideways at Fu Jichen, who was waiting for her to get off the car. He didn't rush her, he just looked at her with a smile, gentle and patient. The two photos flashed through her mind uncontrollably, and her heart suddenly hurt. She was afraid that if she didn't ask, it would be too late to regret it after she received the certificate.

It was too hot outside. Shen Jia Nian saw sweat on Fu Jichen's white forehead. She couldn't bear it. She picked at the edge of the document bag with her fingers and said in a negotiating tone: "You get in the car first. I have something to tell you."

Fu Jichen's eyes flashed with unnoticeable panic. A person who always acted decisively rarely had moments of panic when things happened. He was just afraid that Shen Jia Nian would not marry him.

"You get in the car, the sun is too strong, it's very hot." Shen Jianian explained further.

Fu Jichen hesitated for a while, then walked around to the driver's seat, sat down, and closed the door. After turning off the engine, the air-conditioning in the car has not run out yet, and you can still feel the slightest coolness falling on your skin.

Shen Jianian handed him a tissue to wipe his sweat, but he didn't take it. She leaned over and wiped his forehead. Shen Jianian still didn't know how to ask, so she took back her hand and pinched the tissue, stared into his eyes, the temperature on her cheeks was rising, and she stumbled and said: "The entertainment you had last night... was business or private? "

Fu Jichen thought about the questions she would ask, but what she asked at the moment was completely different from what he thought. Therefore, his subconscious reaction was confusion: "Last night? Socializing?"

"Yes." Shen Jianian's restless hand dug out the edges of the document bag.

"It's a business entertainment. Several clients who cooperate with Junshan are having dinner together."

"Just eating, nothing else?" Shen Jianian knew that asking this kind of question was really like an unreasonable "checking".

Fu Jichen repeatedly tried to figure out Shen Jianian's expression, but she felt guilty and looked away from him. Fu Jichen seemed to have touched the edge of the truth: "Did someone tell you something?"

Shen Jianian dug her fingers into the document bag so hard that the fragile paper was almost torn by her.

Fu Jichen further speculated: "Is it Fu Jianfang?"

He asked the manager of the western restaurant for surveillance last night. Fu Jianfang met Shen Jia Nian. The two went to the box alone. Shen Jia Nian didn't stay in the box for a long time.

Seeing that Shen Jia Nian was silent, Fu Jichen answered her question first: "At the dinner, Director Jay Chou's daughter was also present, and the business was about the same..."

As the business was about to get down to business, Jay Chou mentioned that today happened to be his daughter's birthday. His daughter even canceled her birthday party in order to learn from the business world.

Others praised Jay Chou for having a tiger father but no dog daughter. In the future, Ms. Zhou will definitely become a business legend like Jay Chou. Miss Zhou blushed and smiled shyly after being praised.

Not wanting to wrong his precious daughter, Jay Chou asked the hotel to make a cake in advance and deliver it to him. He lit the candles himself and asked his daughter to make a wish and blow out the candles. Ms. Zhou asked her father to help her take photos, and she wanted to post them on WeChat Moments.

Jay Chou doted on his daughter and immediately stood on the opposite side with his mobile phone to take pictures of his daughter. Ms. Zhou dipped her fingers into a little cream and applied it to the tip of her nose, then tilted her head and smiled at the camera.

She sat next to Fu Jichen, and it was inevitable that he would be included in the picture when taking pictures. This was not a big deal. When Ms. Zhou got her mobile phone back from Jay Chou, she accidentally knocked over the goblet with her elbow and stained the corner of her white skirt with red wine. She said "I'm sorry" to everyone present. Go out and deal with the skirt.

After Miss Zhou left, the waiter came to serve the soup. He was careless and knocked off the spoon in the soup basin. The long-handled spoon happened to fall on Fu Jichen.

The suit on his body was open and was not affected. His shirt and trousers were both damaged.

Forget it if it's something else, the thick and sticky soup thickened with gravy is really unbearable for a person with mysophobia. The dinner was still in progress and it was hard to just throw away and leave, so I called Qu Mo and asked him to bring the spare clothes in the car.

Fu Jichen opened a room and went to change clothes. When he opened the door with his room card, unbuttoned and walked in, he suddenly found a woman lying on the bed.

That woman was Miss Zhou whom she had met at the dinner party not long ago. She did not go back after leaving the box, but hid here to rest.

Fu Jichen's expression froze for a second, and he quickly turned his back without looking at the person on the bed. He buttoned up his unbuttoned shirt, with a cold face, secretly scolding the people in the hotel for how they were doing things, and opened a room for him. A room with people.

He walked away, and the person on the bed sat up at this moment, wearing only a cool and sexy white silk suspender belt. His voice was so soft that it could drip water: "Mr. Fu, you... why are you here?"

The man turned his back to her and did not look back. He spoke hastily, as if what was behind him was not a charming beauty but some terrifying beast: "It was the hotel staff's mistake."