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Feng Ziyan fell silent when he saw her actions. The assistant looked at Lu QingZhou and Feng Ziyan from the rearview mirror and sighed in his heart. It seemed like Director Feng was completely in the grasp of Madam Feng.

The assistant drove back to the garden to have a pleasant dream. When Feng Ziyan came back, she did not greet her husband in advance. Thus, when she saw Feng Ziyan's car enter the house, he carried Lu Qingzhou and got out of the car with a surprised expression on his face.

"Second Young Master, Madam, why have you come back today?" After that, she saw a palm-sized bandage on Feng Ziyan's forehead, and her heart trembled with fear. She didn't know what was going on with Second Young Master. No matter how he looked at Lu Qingzhou, her foot was swollen to the point that her shoes couldn't wear it. Furthermore, it was covered with gauze.

"We'll eat at home tonight. Go cook some porridge, fish and meat are all too greasy." Feng Ziyan carried Lu Qingzhou upstairs.

"Alright." "Yes!" Xia Keke answered as she stopped halfway. Then, she turned to the assistant and asked, "Would you also like to eat here tonight?"

"No, tell Director Feng that I'll be back tomorrow."

He didn't even wait for his car as he walked outside to see if there were any cars he could take, or if there were any taxis. He didn't want to stay with them for even a moment, otherwise, let alone eat, he would even feel a headache sitting there.

Feng Ziyan carried Lu Qingzhou into the master bedroom. She could not say that she wanted to return to her own bedroom, so she could only stay on the bed.

"I'll have Sister Xia prepare dinner and bring it up for you later. Don't go downstairs now that your foot is injured. "During this time, don't go anywhere, just stay at home and recuperate." Feng Ziyan shook her hand and left the room. Before Feng Ziyan left, he left the documents that his assistant, Jason, gave her, Shao Yulu and Ding Lei on the sofa in the room.

When Lu Qingzhou heard Feng Ziyan's footsteps completely disappear from the door, she did her best to move her toes off the floor. She tried moving her feet slowly in front of the sofa, reached out her hand to pick up the folder and moved it back to the bed.

She sat up with the pillow against her back, opened the file, and took out the photos and documents one by one. Lu Qingzhou looked at the photos and imagined the scene of Mrs. Ding falling into a rage and arguing with Ding Lei. Ding Lei's wife was a second-generation official, so she believed that Ding Lei's actions would definitely not be forgiven.

Lu Qingzhou saw that there were two copies of each photo. She remembered that she told Jason that she wanted two copies, one to Ding Lei's wife and the other to the media. No wonder Jason had become her assistant. He remembered every word she said and did not reveal a single word. The only thing she didn't notice was that Jason had reported every single thing she'd told Jason to do to her.

After looking for a while more, Lu Qingzhou got off the bed and put the folder back on the sofa. The more she looked at the dirty photos, the clearer she understood. Previously, she felt that she did not hate Shao Yu Lu too much.

Lu Qingzhou was lying on the bed. There were quite a few fashion magazines on the bedside table. She picked them up, flipped through a few pages, and then boringly put them down. Before he could think of what to do next, the phone on the cabinet rang. Zhou's name flashed on the screen.

"Hey, Qingzhou, Aiyo darling, don't come to the company unless you've recovered from your foot injury." You don't know, Boss Feng's tone is really scary. Just be careful when you say that you'll hurt me in the future, little darling. It's not that I don't want you, it's that I can't afford to offend Boss Feng. In the future, if you really want to come, you must let Boss Feng know first. I still have some things to hang up on you for now.

Zhou's mouth was opened as if it was loaded. She did not even have the chance to say anything before he hung up the phone without a trace of politeness. Lu Qingzhou let go of her shoulders and sighed. Feng Ziyan had indeed done all that she could to her, but she did not know if she should be grateful or angry.

Lu Qingzhou had been resting at home for over half a month. On Monday when they returned from Hong Kong, they saw a beautiful fruit wrapped in a blue cloth. Her foot injury had healed to the point where it was hard to tell that she had twisted it before, and when she saw Zhou's face poking out, she couldn't help but laugh: "Don't worry, Zi Yan is not home."

Feng Ziyan had not gone out during this period of time, probably because of the wound on his forehead. She felt guilty every time she saw his forehead, and she, who had made up her mind to go through the cold war with him, could not help but soften her heart and return to her old calm. Except for that little barrier in her heart, they seemed to respect and love each other as before.

"Not home." With a sigh of relief, Zhou placed the fruit on the tea table. Hai Yan pulled Zhou Zhou to sit on the sofa.

Lu Qingzhou had his wife cut a plate of fruit Zhou had brought and helped carry it to the living room. The three of them sat on the sofa and enjoyed the delicious fruits.

Qingzhou, recently you have posted on Weibo very frequently. I saw that the number of fans is almost 100 million, and Shao Yulu's Weibo is only over 30 million. Even if her team uses all of their skills, they still won't be able to make her fans break through 35 million in a short period of time.

The content of Weibo was posted by her own users one by one. At every second, she would quietly watch the number of Weibo fans increase by several fold, and of course, this was definitely not related to Feng Ziyan. Not only was it his identity as a film emperor, but his team, and Feng Ziyan's team, were also helping her push the fan.

"There's something I wanted to tell you, I caught Shao Yu Lu with Ding Lei, a week ago I already sent those photos to Mrs. Ding Lei, I don't know if they will affect Shao Yu Lu."

Zhou Zhou was about to fork out a piece of apple with the toothpick, but hearing Lu Qingzhou's words, the apple immediately fell to the ground. Zhou placed the toothpick back with both hands: "Qingzhou, are you crazy? To provoke that woman and send her a photo? God, you didn't even leave your home address on the delivery, did you? "

Zhou was originally sitting obediently on the sofa. Hearing Lu Qingzhou's words, Zhou Zhou stood up in excitement, unable to sit still.

Hai Yan rolled her eyes at him, and helplessly held Lu Qingzhou's hand: "The delivery was sent by Director Feng's assistant for you, right?"

"Yes." Lu Qingzhou's foot was injured, so of course he would not send it by courier. When Hai Yan heard this, she felt relieved and said, "That's good."