In her room, Mr. Fu had already taken a shower and was lying next to his daughter wearing the pajamas Wang Rui had given him.
Her lips were still moving when she was asleep. Was she eating in her dreams?
Still hungry again?
His hand gently touched her lips, and then he got up again.
Zhuo Jian saw that scene when she returned to the room.
Fu Yanye is feeding milk powder to her daughter.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
And he's still wearing pajamas?
Zhuo Jian suddenly frowned after seeing it clearly. Where did she get the men's pajamas here?
And the way he looks now is...
A very good father?
Alas, it must be an illusion.
Zhuo Jian watched for a while until he finished feeding her the small half bottle, put the bottle to one side, then hugged her daughter and moved, then gently put it away.
At this moment, his lips were not moving, but his breathing was a little heavy.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but smile.
Zhuo Jian felt that this glance was truly infinitely pampering.
Fu Yanye turned to look at her and didn't say anything. He just got up and went to look for her.
Zhuo Jian stood at the door and looked at him: "Who asked you to take a bath at my place?"
"Wang Rui sent me pajamas. I was tired, so I took a wash."
"..."
This is an excuse.
Will Wang Rui send pajamas over for no reason?
He must have asked someone to send it to him.
Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while, thought about it, and said: "If you are really tired, you can sleep here for one night. You can go and sleep with your daughter."
Fu Yanye looked at her, "I'm not here to accompany my daughter."
This time, he was particularly solemn.
"..."
Zhuo Jian's heart froze as she looked into his eyes.
The truth is finally revealed.
"I reject."
There was pride and stubbornness in her eyes.
"Did you refuse?"
Fu Yanye put his arm around her slim waist.
She really recovered quickly, and now her waist is much slimmer than when they met.
"Of course I can't do it with strength, but are you sure you want to force yourself?"
Zhuo Jian raised her head to meet his gloomy black eyes, and she wanted to give it a try.
Fu Yanye stared at her and suddenly smiled, "I'm sleeping with my own wife, why aren't I sure?"
You're serious, just say such nonsense.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was becoming more and more similar to the person he used to be, but the person he used to be was not as restrained and serious as he is now.
I thought about it at that time, even though I still asked her seriously, but I did it this morning.
Also, after this reunion, he had been restrained and polite at all times because he was not sure about her. Even when she was five or six months old, and the two of them seemed to be in love, he couldn't help feeling happy.
.
Zhuo Jian thought that they were different after all.
She sighed, raised her hand to gently cover his heart, and murmured thoughtfully: "Fu Yanye."
"Um?"
Fu Yanye glanced at her hand on his heart, then looked at her again.
The air pressure between the two people is very low.
It is better to say dangerous than ambiguous.
At this time, there was a precarious barrier in the dark living room.
She raised her eyes and looked at him calmly and bravely.
"Since you didn't hesitate to get drunk to give me the opportunity to trick you into signing a divorce agreement, you knew my plan early and still cooperated with me. You meant to fulfill my plan, right?"
she asked him softly.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but felt that the place where his heart was covered by her was extremely hot.
"In this case, why not be more generous?"
Zhuo Jian looked at his chest and gently stroked it with her hands.
"How can I be more generous?"
He also wanted to cooperate with her as much as possible.
"It's easy to get together and stay together, be kind to me, and let me miss you even after the divorce. When I recall this marriage, I still feel nostalgic."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, every word he said came from the bottom of his heart, like...