The hotel's exterior facade is made of steel-gray glass walls, and the building is over 50 stories tall. The whole building is grand and high-end, which is in line with its own positioning.
Cars come and go in front of the hotel, and inside the revolving glass door, fashionable and elegantly dressed men and women come and go from time to time. Most of the customers are young men and women.
Shiyang and Fu Jingchuan have been married for so long that they have never stayed in Huichen Hotel.
She never even looked inside.
She only knew that this hotel brand was Fu Jingchuan's hard work when he was in college.
While everyone was still rejoicing and relaxing for successfully squeezing through the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination, while everyone was busy playing games, falling in love, or participating in club activities, Fu Jingchuan had already plunged into the family business while studying. , created the "Huichen Hotel" brand and built it into a world-class high-end hotel in just a few years, which became a stepping stone for him to successfully become the current president of Huichen Group.
Shiyang hadn't seen much of the "Huichen Hotel" when he was in China, not because the number was small, but because he had gone out too little in the past two years. He didn't expect to see the Huichen Hotel in a strange foreign country. It felt very familiar.
On a street full of foreign languages, suddenly seeing the familiar Chinese language gave her a wonderful sense of intimacy, especially since this brand had appeared in her life before.
Shiyang smiled unconsciously, her hesitant mood dissipated slightly because of this cordiality, and she couldn't help but walk towards the hotel.
The security guards parking outside and the front desk were both Chinese. When Shiyang approached, the security guard said to her in standard Chinese: "Welcome."
"Thank you." Shiyang responded with a smile. It was rare to hear Chinese, and Shiyang felt more cordial.
She did not go in, but just took a look inside. When she saw the familiar Chinese faces, her sense of intimacy increased, as if she had returned to China again, and her inner hesitation became much calmer.
Seeing that she had no intention of going in, the parking security guy asked her with a smile: "Is the lady looking for someone?"
Shiyang smiled and shook his head: "No. I just happened to pass by and take a look."
The security guy also smiled: "Miss, you can also go in and visit. Our hotel provides free rest areas and afternoon tea."
"Thank you, but no." Shiyang refused with a smile, said goodbye to the security guy, turned around and was about to leave, when a black Cayenne slowly passed by her. The moment she passed by, Shiyang I subconsciously glanced at the car, and my eyes suddenly stopped.
Fu Jingchuan, who was in the driver's seat, just turned his head, and his deep eyes happened to hit Shi Yang's eyes, and their eyes collided in mid-air.
There was no ups and downs in Fu Jingchuan's eyes. He glanced at her and then slowly turned his gaze to the front. His clear-cut side face was calm and indifferent.
Shiyang also calmly withdrew his gaze and continued to walk forward slowly.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at the rearview mirror. In the condensed mirror, Shi Yang had already reached the intersection and was waving for a taxi.
Fu Jingchuan turned his face away, closed his hand on the steering wheel, turned the steering wheel neatly, and the car drove towards Shiyang.
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Shiyang watched taxis passing by one after another, with no one showing any intention of stopping.
She lives not far from here. If it were before, she would have walked back directly.
But now that she was still in the first trimester of pregnancy, Shiyang didn't dare to walk too far, but even stopped several cars without stopping. Shiyang also hesitated a little, couldn't help but raise her wrist to look at her watch, and then raised her head to go home. She glanced in the direction, wondering whether to walk back directly. She suddenly saw Fu Jingchuan again without warning. Although her face was calm, she still felt that the shock was a bit big in her heart. She didn't want to stay here any longer, although Fu Jingchuan might Already entered the hotel.
After a moment of hesitation, Shiyang turned around and wanted to leave. The familiar black Cayenne suddenly stopped beside her with a "squeak" sound. The car window was slowly rolled down, and Fu Jingchuan's cold and calm handsome face was rolled down. The car window appeared in front of me.
"Where are you going?" he asked, his deep and mellow voice still smooth and smooth as Shiyang was familiar with.
"I..." Shiyang didn't react for a moment, and subconsciously pointed in the direction of the house in front of him, "Oh, I'm going home."
"Let me see you off." Fu Jingchuan said, and the car door unlocked with a click, "Get in the car."
Shiyang subconsciously refused: "No, we'll be there just around the corner."
But Fu Jingchuan couldn't refuse and repeated: "Get in the car."
His voice was still calm and smooth, but the calm and powerful aura in his voice still made Shiyang's aura weaken.
"It's really not necessary." Shiyang's voice became softer unconsciously, "I really just turned a corner and got there."
Fu Jingchuan responded to her by leaning sideways, pushing open the passenger door, and then looked at her: "Get in the car."
"..." Shiyang glanced at him hesitantly, a little hesitant.
Fu Jingchuan didn't urge her, but looked at her patiently, as if he wouldn't leave until she got in the car.
Shiyang has a soft temper and a soft temper. She and Fu Jingchuan have never had a bad temper. Even if they get divorced, she has never blushed. Even if the divorce is amicable, she really can't show her teeth and claws to refuse. Under Fu Jingchuan's calm gaze Next, Shiyang finally chose to compromise, opened the door and got in the car.
Fu Jingchuan turned to look at her: "Where do you live?"
Shiyang pointed to the front and reported the address.
It was very close to here. Fu Jingchuan parked the car downstairs in the apartment within a few minutes.
Fu Jingchuan looked around, then looked up at the apartment building. The environment was good, and most importantly, the security was pretty good.
Shiyang took off his seat belt and turned to thank him: "I'm here, thank you."
"You're welcome." Fu Jingchuan responded and took off his seat belt.
Shiyang didn't know what he meant by unbuckling his seat belt, so he subconsciously said, "Just send me here. You can do your work first."
After saying that, she opened the door and got out of the car.
But Fu Jingchuan did not drive away as she wanted. Instead, he opened the door and got out of the car, looked up at the apartment building and looked at her.
"You live alone?" he asked.
Shiyang nodded: "Well, I live alone now."
If you want to keep your children in the future, you will still have to move to a two- or three-bedroom apartment, and you will have to hire an aunt.
Fu Jingchuan frowned and glanced at her intentionally or unintentionally.
Shiyang looked a little confused.
"What's wrong?" Shiyang asked.
"It's okay." Fu Jingchuan said, looking at her, "Can I go up and take a look?"
Shiyang reluctantly held her lips: "It's not very convenient."
Fu Jingchuan: "Why?"
Shiyang: "..."
She couldn't answer right away, she simply didn't want to get involved too deeply with him.
Fu Jingchuan was still looking at her, as if waiting for her answer.
"A lonely man...a widowed woman, it's not suitable." Shiyang replied bravely. After answering, he felt that his excuse was a bit inappropriate. After all, the two had been a couple for two years and had never seen each other's bodies.
Fu Jingchuan looked at her: "Are you married?"
Shiyang shook his head in confusion: "No." She didn't understand why he asked.
Fu Jingchuan: "You have a boyfriend?"
Shi Yang still just shook his head blankly: "No."
Fu Jingchuan: "Then what do you mind? You know I'm not that kind of person."
"..." Shiyang was completely blocked again.
Fu Jingchuan had already stretched out his hand to her: "Give me the key."
His words seemed to carry a spiritual spirit. When Shiyang reacted, he had already handed over the key in his hand obediently.
"Why are you here?" When following him into the elevator, Shiyang casually found a topic to break the awkward silence.
Fu Jingchuan simply replied to her with two words: "Business trip."
Shiyang: "Oh."
There was a long silence after that.
Shiyang has become accustomed to this kind of relatively wordless silence. She puts her hands casually in her coat pockets and stands upright with her eyes calmly looking straight ahead. She has been able to completely ignore Fu Jingchuan. Unexpectedly, Fu Jingchuan suddenly looked at her. One glance: "Are you still used to being here?"
Shiyang was stunned for a moment, then nodded: "Well, I'm quite used to it."
Fu Jingchuan nodded and said no more.
The elevator stopped on the fifteenth floor where Shi Yang lived. Fu Jingchuan blocked the elevator door with his hand and asked her to come out first before he came out.
This is Fu Jingchuan's habitual action when the two of them are together. Just like crossing the road together, he always stands on the side in the direction of the vehicle. When they get in a car together, he opens the door first to let her in, and then goes in by himself. The same as in the driver's seat. Shiyang didn't know whether these were Fu Jingchuan's habitual gentlemanly actions for everyone or just for her. She had no chance to compare.
Coming out of the elevator, Fu Jingchuan unlocked the door and entered the room. Shiyang followed him, watching him turn on the light, and then looked at the small single room, which was not spacious.
Shiyang didn't bother him. He put his hand on the wall and changed his shoes at the door.
Fu Jingchuan just turned around and saw the flat shoes she had just changed into. He paused and looked at her:
"Why are you wearing this? I remember you don't like to wear flat shoes."
