The dead child must have been a deep wound to him.
Zhong Mai didn't know what was wrong with her. Anyway, she just wanted to ignore the pimple. As long as it wasn't cancer, it would be fine. It would grow as long as it grew, just ignore it.
But he expressed his feelings again and again, and came over again and again, asking to warm her bed.
Zhong Mai must admit that he really dislikes his tricks.
"Don't go to them."
His deep voice was full of pleading.
"Yan Zheng, have I ever said that you are really good at it?"
Zhong Mai couldn't help but say this.
Yan Zheng looked at her with deep eyes and finally had a relaxed smile. He continued to hold her hand and asked her: "What are you good at?"
Zhong Mai took his hand away from his palm, slapped his palm, and then turned to look out the window.
The wind outside the window can make people calm and awake.
Yan Zheng leaned against the wall and took another puff of her cigarette.
I don’t know why, but I suddenly felt that today’s smoke was spicy and choking.
A bit like her too.
Yan Zheng knew that he could never let her go again.
In this life, I have only one wife.
As for whether she is willing to give birth to a child for herself, that doesn't matter.
As long as she is willing to spend the rest of her life with him.
After Yan Zheng finished smoking, he put out the cigarette butt on the trash can next to him, then walked towards her, hugged her from behind and said, "Let's go."
"Where to go?"
"Room."
As he spoke, he picked her up and carried her to the side.
Then Ouyang Ping and Zhuo Jian emerged from the room. Ouyang Ping couldn't help laughing and said, "I didn't expect that Mr. Yan, who usually looks so serious, can be so good at it."
I know that word again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but smile after hearing this.
No matter how cool a person is, he must have a weakness and an unknown one...
Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of Fu Yanye again.
When Ouyang Ping lowered her head, she saw that her expression was still disappointed, so he asked her: "Miss your husband?"
"Don't even think about it."
Zhuo Jian replied.
"What's the word?"
The two of them walked in. Zhuo Jian sat by the bed, took a deep breath, and then said: "I miss him when he is good, but I am afraid that if he thinks about it, we will quarrel again."
"What a pitiful person."
Ouyang Ping understood, walked over, held her little face and touched it.
Zhuo Jian giggled.
What a pitiful thing?
She is not pitiful.
He is not everything to her.
Yes, he is definitely not.
——
In the middle of the night, Zhong Mai found a comfortable place to lie down in Yan Zheng's arms, looked at the roof and asked him: "Why don't you invite your good brother over?"
"If he wants to come, does he need me to make an appointment?"
"You should make an appointment. Maybe he is waiting for a step up."
"We made an appointment."
Yan Zheng said helplessly.
"He can't tell you?"
Zhong Mai looked up at him, feeling that Fu Yanye was not like this.
A few years ago, she heard rumors that Fu Yanye was a good husband who would follow his wife wherever she went.
Why did it happen suddenly?
"He has been quite busy recently, as the New Year is approaching."
Yan Zheng said and looked down at Zhong Mai again. She still has her father in charge of the overall situation, so she is the more relaxed one among them. However, this year she seems to be particularly able to take some time off from her busy schedule. Is it because of him?
"Zhongmai."
"Um?"
"You keep coming here lately to avoid me?"
"Then you still need to ask?"
"..."
"But don't come here next time if you're alone."
"Why?"
"Didn't you see that Ajian was waiting for Fu Yanye?"
Zhong Mai said.
Later, when Zhong Mai fell asleep, Yan Zheng sent Fu Yanye a WeChat message: "Your wife is waiting for you."
Fu Yanye didn't reply after reading it. He just threw down his phone and started to take off his clothes.
Yes, he just came home not long ago.
There is a red dot on the most conspicuous place on the roof, which vividly records his perfect figure.