The mystery husband is a little bad

"No, I'll take manager Luo back. Miss Ye just go by herself." Shen Huan's more sober answer

"OK, I'll be relieved if Miss Shen is here. I'll go first."

Shen Huan nodded.

Just then, a black Audi stopped in front of them in a low-key way, but the people who got off the car lost everyone's eyes.

He was wearing a black suit, holding a black coat, a black umbrella, and black shiny leather shoes were walking towards them.

The face is dignified and cold with clear edges and corners. The hand holding the handle of the umbrella has clear and white phalanges. Most of the figure is hidden under the black umbrella, but even in the dark, it is also dignified and restrained.

Ye Lan stands on the steps and looks at the man who is approaching step by step. Her heart is surging. Fu Zhongqian can't beat himself. Fu Zhongqian's body is full of the magic power that makes people sink.

So many years passed, she could hold it up and let it go. But she never forgot Fu Zhongqian, and even gave birth to a paranoid obsession.

He is holding an umbrella, standing beside Ye Lan. Ye Lan looks at him with a daze. His face is flushed and he wants to reach out to him unconsciously.

However, he just gave her a light nod, and then continued to pick up the level.

Ye Lan tightly controlled his hands that he wanted to stretch out, and watched him cover another woman's head with a big black umbrella.

Shen Huan is surprised to see Fu Zhongqian: "how did you come?"

Luo Meifang has been drunk around some of the consciousness is not clear, also did not see Fu Zhongqian, but some stand unstable.

Fu Zhongqian didn't speak. He opened his clothes and put them on Shen Huan's shoulders. "Let's go."

"I'll take manager Luo back first."

At this time, Fu Zhongqian's car and down a man, is his secretary, Jianghua.

"Xiaojiang." Fu Zhongqian only shouted once, and Jiang Hua understood and laughed at Shen. "Miss Shen, give it to me. I promise to send people home safely."

"Well This... "

"Don't you rest assured?" Fu Zhongqian asked.

Shen Huan shook his head: "no, that's not right. Then I'll trouble Secretary Jiang."

She was also glad that Luo Meifang was drunk. Otherwise, when she saw Fu Zhongqian, she didn't know how to explain.

Jiang Hua helps people go, Shen Huan looks at Fu Zhongqian, and Ye Lan is still standing at the bottom. He feels embarrassed and finishes his clothes: "I told you not to come, what can I do if I meet those leaders earlier."

"What can I do? Do I have to get approval from the woman I pick up?"

“……” Listen to his words, Shen Huan immediately felt hot on the face, "don't talk nonsense, Miss Ye is still there."

"Back." Fu Zhongqian put his arm around Shen Huan's shoulder and pulled her under his umbrella. Most of the umbrella face was leaning on her. Shen Huan was taken away. When he passed Ye Lan, he could only nod to her: "Miss ye will see you later."

Fu Zhongqian is always silent in front of outsiders. Ye Lan always thinks he is such a person. However, he is considerate to Shen Huan. He even helps her open the door himself. He gets wet on most of his shoulders. He also needs to protect her comprehensive appearance, which makes Ye Lan feel unspeakable.

In fact, she has been coming and going around him all these years, but he never looked at her in the eye. In his heart, there is only the woman who has no sense of justice. Watching their car leave, her heart gradually cools in the rain.

"Manager, are you ok?" See Ye Lan unexpectedly shed tears, subordinates worried asked.

Ye Lan shakes her head: "it's OK. Go back."

Shen Huan holds his coat in his hand, which still has his unique breath.

Looking at Ye Lan's figure in the rearview mirror, she couldn't help worrying: "you should have sent Miss Ye just now."

Women's intuition has always been accurate. Just now, Shen Huan only glanced at her, but she could feel the complexity of Ye Lan's heart. Because her eyes were too real to hide her emotions. She had feelings for Fu Zhongqian.

It's just that the falling flowers are merciless.

As a result, Fu Zhongqian didn't reply: "I'm not a philanthropist."

“……” Shen Huan understood what he meant, but he grabbed his backpack and didn't know where to reply.

His meaning has been expressed clearly. Shen Huan can't answer, so he can only pretend to be deaf.

It's not early. The car stops downstairs at Shen Huan's house.

When Shen Huan was about to get out of the car, Fu Zhongqian suddenly reached out and clasped her wrist: "Shen Huan, what do you think, can you say it?"

Now Fu Zhongqian feels that he has never been worried about gain or loss before. He has never been bothered by a single thing like Shen Huan. He used to think that it is and still is.

Shen Huan looked at his dark eyes. For a moment, his heart suddenly lost its original calm. She struggled a little and couldn't earn it. But his eyes were so sharp and deep. She felt the pressure was deep: "can you give me some more time to finish what I've done? I don't have the energy to think about things between us now.""How much time," Fu Zhongqian insisted on an answer.

“……”

Two people look at each other, one does not know how to answer, one does not achieve the goal, the silence is suffocating.

Suddenly, his cell phone rang to break the silence between the two.

Shen Huan took the opportunity to draw his hand back: "I went up first."

Fu Zhongqian also did not block, looking at the above call display, leaning on the seat to pick up.

"Mom."

"Zhong Qian," the old lady is old, and she has not been in good health in recent years. Fu Zhongqian and Fu Zhongting are busy with their work, and they can not go back often. So the old lady always calls them every week to ask about the recent situation, "how are you doing?"

"I'm fine. How about you and dad?"

"It's OK. We're all fine."

"Well, take a good rest and don't worry about it."

"Ah, you know what I worry about, you ah, there is no one for me to worry about, in fact, Ye Lan people are good, how can you be so one muscle."

Over the years, the old lady also knew that Ye Lan had been around him and advised him many times, but Fu Zhongqian never let go of anything that didn't meet his wishes. He would rather be short of anything.

"So you'd better not worry. I know what I'm doing."

"But you know better than that."

Can't you go back? Fu Zhongqian didn't dare to tell the old lady that he met Shen Huan. Although they didn't say much these years, Fu Zhongqian was clear in his heart. In fact, their opinions on Shen Huan were quite big.

"Mom. I know. I'll go back to see you sometime. "