Zhuo Jian's voice was muffled. Fu Yanye wanted to hug her, but she pushed him away twice.

"Are you jealous?"

Fu Yanye asked in a low voice.

"Why should I be jealous? Did you really do it with her?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

Fu Yanye's dark eyes stared at her delicate yet stubborn face, and he couldn't help but murmured, "What would you do if I really did it to her?"

"I'll kill you and then take your money and find a gigolo."

"What about our kids?"

"Don't worry about this, I will definitely return it to your family. I want to be happy alone."

punish you.

Fu Yanye: "..."

This woman is really cruel.

Fu Yanye let go of her, slowly sat up again, and suddenly became silent.

I lowered my head and remembered that I had even put on this ring myself.

"Since you want to find a pretty boy, then go ahead and find him."

Fu Yanye said, and suddenly took the ring off. He hesitated a little, but finally took it off.

Zhuo Jian was stunned.

But when I turned around, he was already gone.

And what did she see?

He put the ring she bought on the bedside table.

What does he mean?

She climbed up quickly, her head was no longer dizzy, and her eyesight was no longer blurry.

"I'll wait for you until your fever subsides, and then... do some of your husband's duties. Which pretty boy have you fallen in love with? I'll help you find him."

Fu Yanye brought lunch up, cooked porridge and told her before feeding her a drink.

"..."

What a good husband.

However, Zhuo Jian looked at him defensively.

At this moment, I don’t dare to say any more nonsense.

She originally thought they were going to reconcile.

That time when I was on the sofa.

But now, she suddenly couldn't figure him out.

He even took off his ring.

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while, then slowly turned her head after hearing what he said, "I don't need to."

"Nothing needed? Open your mouth."

Fu Yanye didn't seem to care much, and after saying that, he was about to feed her porridge.

Zhuo Jian looked at the spoonful of porridge but couldn't open his mouth. He only said in a low voice, "I can eat it myself."

"Open your mouth!"

he ordered.

Zhuo Jian was frightened, but she still raised her big eyes to look at him. She couldn't help but her eyes were getting hot again, and her throat was unclear. She said uneasily, "Fu Yanye, don't let me guess about you.

"

"There is nothing to guess. I will comply with your request. After all, you are the mother of my child. If you kill me, you will return my child to my family. This will be regarded as leaving a wife for my family. We both have feelings for each other."

"..."

Fu Yanye's cell phone on the table rang. He turned around and saw that it was an unfamiliar number. He answered the call, put it hands-free, and continued to feed her porridge.

"Mr. Fu, are you free this afternoon? How about playing tennis together?"

"..."

Fu Yanye listened to the voice on the other end of the phone and couldn't remember who it was for a moment. He glanced at the phone, then looked at Zhuo Jian and asked, "Did you recognize who it was?"

"Shen Lanxin."

Zhuo Jian said.

"Okay, I'm drinking porridge for my wife, hang up."

Fu Yanye didn't say much after hearing this, and Shen Lanxin also obeyed and immediately hung up the phone.

Seeing his domineering look, Zhuo Jian leaned back and said, "I don't need you to feed me."

"Okay, then you can drink it yourself and don't starve my son."

Fu Yanye put down the spoon neatly and gave her the bowl.
Chapter completed!