Chapter 770 Sending flowers to please(1/2)
"Um."
Zhuo Jian looked like a child who did something wrong, bowed his head and agreed.
The persistence in his eyes and the unquestionableness, in connection with what had just happened, she would not dare to refute him again.
Fu Yanye heard her voice, and his heart softened.
He raised his hand and wanted to touch her hair to show comfort, but his hand froze for a while and then put it back.
Since she doesn't like him to touch her, he will try not to touch her when the two of them are.
——
The person who came to kill Zhuo Jian quickly confessed.
It's indeed the one from Rees.
Fu Yanye was only glad that he had made preparations early, but he was still scared.
If something happened to her...
He dared not think about it. Although he had no memory, it sounded like he should have owe her a lot.
Fu Yanye sat in the office and soon received a call from abroad.
The man on the phone threatened him in English and told him not to check again.
"Let's wait and see if the result is to be on the evil side or on the justice side."
After Fu Yanye said that, he hung up the phone, his dark eyes were sharp and cold.
Reese's people knew that they came for Zhuo Jian, and obviously knew that Zhuo Jian was his weakness.
Fu Yanye felt that Wang Rui had not served Ruisi well, so he dialed the number with his mobile phone again. After the other end was connected, he said lightly: "I am Fu Yanye."
"Hello, Mr. Fu, please give me some instructions if you have anything to do."
A flattering voice sounded from the other end of the phone.
After the phone call, Fu Yanye finally felt a little clearer, but when he thought of Zhuo Jianlai, he still felt a little depressed.
She went home and was still in a daze when she got off the bus.
As her husband, he doubted her, was not sure about her, and forgot her, of course he knew that this was enough to make her feel bad, and he also knew that it was not too much for her to cut him into pieces.
But, now, it's better for her to be happier.
After get off work in the evening, Fu Yan drove away.
I stopped when I passed the flower shop.
Not long afterwards, he came out of the flower shop and held a handful of white roses.
He chose it and chose it just now, but he still thought that white looks better.
Zhuo Jian was bored at home. Ouyang Ping called her. When she heard what happened in the morning, she was so frightened that she reminded her: "Fortunately you are fine, so you must take good care of your bodyguard when you go out. You are now full of life.
Be extra careful.”
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed and continued to listen to Ouyang Ping's speech.
When the doorbell rang, Chengcheng held the toy car from inside and went to open the door.
Zhuo Jian suddenly shouted, "Chengcheng, don't go."
Chengcheng has opened the door.
She quickly stood up and planned to run out, but after the door opened, she was a familiar figure.
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief silently, held the back of the sofa and sat down slowly.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the door that Chengcheng came to open, and then looked inside with a little disappointed.
I only saw a silhouette of her, too far away.
He walked in, picked up Chengcheng with one hand, and took him in.
"Dad, you smell so good."
Chengcheng smelled the fragrance of roses. Although he didn't know it was a rose, the fragrance really attracted him.
"Is that true? Then do you like it?"
Fu Yanye asked faintly.
He wasn't sure Zhuo Jian liked White Rose.
I originally thought that she would open the door and give her a surprise.
But now it seems...
She raised her head and looked at him, "It's time to get off work."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, feeling that there was nothing to hide, so he calmly took out the rose from behind and said, "Send it to you."
"Wow, it's a flower."
Chengcheng shouted happily, holding the car.
Zhuo Jian was also amazed.
The last time he gave her a white rose...
She had just returned to China.
"Thanks."
Zhuo Jian reached out to take it, held it in his arms and looked at him, then looked up at him, and asked weakly: "Why did you suddenly remember to give me roses?"
"I think, you'll be happier."
He thought, there was no need to lie.
Zhuo Jian was shocked by his straightforward answer.
"Mommy, are you happy? Dad is more flowers than giving you."
Chengcheng is even more excited than Zhuo Jian.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly, thinking that you were so excited, but he nodded, "Happy, why would someone be unhappy if you send flowers?"
Zhuo Jian held the flower and regarded it as a treasure.
Fu Yanye looked at her looking down at the flowers, and felt that she really liked it.
"What do you want to eat tonight? I'll cook myself."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian suddenly realized, looked up at him, and suddenly became tricky, "By the way, who promised to let you in?"
"The door my son opened for me."
Fu Yanye was also stunned, but he quickly gave a calm reaction.
"Then you go over with your son, I won't welcome you anyway."
He said he should not leave him when he was outside, but he did not say he was at home.
"I'll only prepare dinner for you. After dinner, my father and son will go to sleep opposite me. OK?"
Fu Yanye discussed with her.
"Dad, Chengcheng wants to sleep here, and compete with Mommy and Dad, in the same bed."
The soft voice continued.
Fu Yanye glanced at his son and raised his eyebrows unconsciously.
I thought it was pretty beautiful.
The hostess also agrees.
The hostess is a pregnant woman, and neither father nor son can afford to offend her.
Even the elders told him to coax her in everything and tolerate her.
In fact, he is a man in his thirties, so how could he not know how to tolerate it?
As for coaxing?
He felt that he needed Zhuo Jian to give him real opportunities.
Now that their relationship, including their children, has been confirmed, he does not deny that he is indeed completely relieved and wants to live with her wholeheartedly.
But, how can there be such a good thing in this world?
He will do whatever he wants, which is not fair to her.
So he put down Chengcheng, took off his coat and put it aside, and went to the kitchen.
To be continued...