Yan Zhongshuo also saw it, pointed at the computer and asked him sternly: "What's going on?"
The man whispered back in a low voice: "The surveillance camera broke on Wednesday and we haven't had time to replace it."
Yan Zhongshuo: "The surveillance system was broken on Wednesday. Why didn't you report it to the company? What if something goes wrong?"
Man: "I...I thought...it's not a big problem. I can fix it myself. I want to save the company money."
Yan Zhongshuo: "In the end, you delayed it until today and didn't repair it? You just fished and slept while you were at work?"
Man: "I've been a bit busy these past two days. I won't have anything to do for a day or two..."
"You..." Yan Zhongshuo was so angry that he raised his hand to hit someone.
Fu Jingchuan turned around and walked out the door expressionlessly.
Yan Zhongshuo quickly followed and apologized repeatedly: "Mr. Fu, I'm really sorry. The company's poor management has caused you inconvenience."
Fu Jingchuan didn't speak, his handsome face was tense, as if he was trying to control his emotions.
This kind of Fu Jingchuan made Ke Chen on the side a little confused, but as a dedicated assistant, he still smiled to comfort Yan Zhongshuo and maintained his politeness.
Fu Jingchuan took out his mobile phone and tried to call Shiyang again, but still no one answered.
Fu Jingchuan called a second time without giving up. The third time, still no one answered.
Ke Chen carefully handed over his mobile phone: "How about using my mobile phone to make a call?"
He was a little uneasy, worried that Shiyang had blocked Fu Jingchuan. He was a little unsure whether blocking people meant that he could never get through.
Fu Jingchuan glanced at the mobile phone he handed over, took it and was about to call. Tang Shaoyu had already called.
Fu Jingchuan immediately picked up: "Tell me."
Tang Shaoyu: "I've already had someone check her out. She's at home. She's fine. She's just a little tired and just fell asleep."
Ke Chen clearly saw that the expression in Fu Jingchuan's black eyes dimmed, with a bit of disappointment mixed with a bit of worry.
"knew."
He said, hung up the phone, returned Ke Chen's phone to him, then turned to look at Yan Zhongshuo and thanked him.
"Thank you, Mr. Yan. I'm sorry to trouble you today."
Yan Zhongshuo smiled: "What trouble?"
Fu Jingchuan also reluctantly raised his lips and smiled: "I have to catch a flight, so I won't accompany you to reminisce about old times. We will make an appointment another day."
Yan Zhongshuo: "Okay, okay. Let's make another appointment."
Fu Jingchuan also smiled, turned around and left, his smile also disappearing.
Ke Chen also quickly said goodbye to Yan Zhongshuo and hurriedly followed.
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In a pastry shop near the mall
Shiyang sat Tongtong on his knees, and his eyes stopped on the mobile phone on the table, which had a series of missed calls.
She stared blankly at the string of missed calls.
Yan Yao also glanced at her mobile phone, then looked at Tongtong, who was concentrating on holding a bottle and drinking milk in her arms, and then looked at her: "When was she born?"
"We have been classmates for two years, and I didn't notice that you were pregnant."
he added.
The little girl Shiyang was holding looked like she was just over a year old, so she could only have been born when she was a student.
The little girl Shen Yun is very similar to Shi Yang. Sitting next to each other, they look like mother and daughter.
"In February of the year before last," Shi Yang said softly, "It was cold and I was wearing a thick coat. I wasn't too pregnant, so I couldn't see it. Later, when I could see it a little bit, I was born prematurely. I was 30 Zhou was born."
Yan Yao smiled: "No wonder."
He couldn't help but glance at Tongtong and looked at her: "Don't Fu Jingchuan know?"
Shiyang nodded slightly and said nothing.
When Fu Jingchuan was about to check the surveillance just now, she was already mentally prepared to confess everything.
"Fu Jingchuan didn't see the surveillance." Yan Yao said.
Shiyang reluctantly raised her lower lip: "Thank you."
I can't explain how I feel, it's very complicated.
This feeling was like being sentenced to death. I was mentally prepared to accept the death penalty, but in an instant there was a turning point, but this turning point only turned the execution into a reprieve.
Sometimes she even felt that whether it was life or death, it was better to just wipe it out with a knife. Now this was more like a kind of Ling Chi.
Tongtong was originally concentrating on drinking her milk, but when she heard the words Fu Jingchuan, she couldn't help but be curious.
She didn't know what the word "Fu Jingchuan" meant, but she couldn't help but raise her round eyes to look at Yan Yao in confusion, and then turned to look at Shiyang in confusion, but she didn't ask.
Shiyang touched her hair comfortingly.
Yan Yao couldn't help but look at Tongtong and then at Shiyang: "Is she the reason why you never want to remarry?"
Shiyang: "Half and half."
She didn't want to continue to dwell on this topic, so she changed the subject: "Why are you here too?"
"I am busy."
Yan Yao avoided the important matter and avoided the fact that he came with his father to inspect the mall. Subconsciously, he also did not want Shiyang to know about the situation at his home.
She had married into a wealthy family and had been discriminated against and treated poorly in that family, so she had a natural resistance to this kind of family.
Shiyang nodded and didn't ask any more questions.
On the contrary, Tongtong was curious. She stared at Yan Yao for a long time and finally asked: "Mom, who is this uncle?"
"He is my mother's colleague, his name is Yan Yao, Uncle Yan."
Shiyang patiently introduced it to her and did not try to put her off because she was young.
Tongtong said "Oh". Although she still didn't understand what her colleague meant, she still called out in a sweet voice: "Uncle."
Yan Yao was also amused by her well-behaved appearance: "Be good."
The look he looked at Tongtong was a little complicated. When he first met Shiyang, he had a daughter, which was a bit of a psychological shock to him.
It's one thing to know she's divorced, but it's another thing to have a child.
Shiyang also saw the complexity in his eyes. She didn't say anything more, just picked up her phone and looked at her watch, and then said goodbye to Yan Yao.
On this trip, the children were not done yet because they accidentally bumped into Fu Jingchuan.
She had already promised to take her to the amusement park, and Shiyang didn't want to disappoint her.
I had to catch a flight back to Xicheng in the evening, so the whole situation seemed a bit tight.
"I'll accompany you."
Hearing that she was going to take her children to the amusement park, Yan Yao stood up and said.
"No need." Shiyang politely refused him, "I don't want the children to have some misconceptions."
Yan Yao understood what she meant. After all, the child was still too young. When a member of the opposite sex appeared next to her mother to play, eat, and live with her, it was easy for her to misunderstand that it was her father.
He nodded without forcing it.
He also needs time to adapt to Shiyang's identity change from a single girl to a single mother.
"Then please pay attention to safety and call me if you need anything. I live nearby." Yan Yao said.
"Okay, thank you, senior brother."
Shi Yang politely thanked him.
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Due to the impromptu trip to Xinghui Mall, Ke Chen and Fu Jingchuan were unable to catch the flight back to Xicheng and had to book another flight.
Fortunately, there are many flights between the two cities, so you don’t have to wait too long.
From Xinghui to the airport, Fu Jingchuan's handsome face was tense all the time, and he was obviously in a bad mood.
He didn't say a word the whole time.
This tension lasted until the plane landed in Xicheng.
After taking his luggage and coming out of the airport, the tension on Fu Jingchuanjun's face showed no sign of dissipating, and low pressure filled his body.
Ke Chen didn't dare to say anything all the way, and kept silently accompanying Fu Jingchuan in the elevator to the underground parking lot.
Fu Jingchuan's car is parked in the airport parking lot.
He opened the trunk, turned around and put the suitcase into the trunk. He pressed his hand on the trunk door. When he wanted to press it down, he paused. His eyelids closed and he didn't know what he was thinking.
Ke Chen worriedly called him: "Mr. Fu?"
Fu Jingchuan pushed down the trunk compartment with a "pop" sound.
"You go back first, I have something to do."
After saying that, the man walked around the front of the car, got in, started the engine, and the car sped away.
Ke Chen: "..."
He couldn't understand what could happen to Fu Jingchuan at this time.
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Fu Jingchuan drove all the way to the community where Shiyang lived.
After parking the car, he went straight to the fifteenth floor where she lived, the two-bedroom apartment he had been to last time.
The door was closed.
The newly installed cat-eye surveillance camera at the door of the room was flashing a faint blue light.
Fu Jingchuan looked at the camera expressionlessly and raised his hand to knock on the door.
"Bahhhh..."
One after another, the knocks were heavy and hard.
As he expected, there was no one in the house.
Fu Jingchuan did not leave or call Shiyang. He just knocked on the door rhythmically and looked at the camera coldly.
On the plane, boarding passengers were walking in orderly.
Shiyang, Tongtong, and Lin Shanshan were already seated and fastened their seat belts.
Her cell phone was not turned off yet, and the surveillance notification that someone was passing by the door popped up on her cell phone. It was still hanging above the screen of her cell phone. Through the reduced window, Shi Yang could see that it was Fu Jingchuan.
She stared at her phone in silence for a long time and finally clicked on the real-time surveillance screen.
Fu Jingchuan was looking at her coldly through the camera, his dark eyes were cold and heavy, his handsome face was tense, and he didn't say a word.
