"But there are a lot of eggs in the refrigerator. Dad, you can fry them yourself."
Chengcheng looked at Fu Yanye while talking.
Zhuo Jian put her hands on her hips angrily, looked at her son, and reminded: "Hey, your father bullies your mother, and you let him eat your mother's eggs?"
Chengcheng suddenly became extremely naive, her long black eyelashes trembled, and she looked at her innocently, "Then ask dad for money, and dad will send a red envelope to mom."
"Hmm, I wonder how much an egg costs?"
"..."
Fu Yanye was very cooperative with his son and took out his cell phone as if he was going to hand out red envelopes.
Zhuo Jian was about to get mad at the father and son singing along, so he went to take out milk from the refrigerator, poured himself a large glass, and drank it all quickly.
Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her, always wanting to stop her, but then he was attracted to her swan neck.
It's autumn now, are there still mosquitoes?
There was a red spot on her neck, like a mosquito bite.
"Mommy, ice milk will cause diarrhea."
Chengcheng’s sensible reminder.
Zhuo Jian just felt that her stomach was no longer so hot, but as soon as Chengcheng spoke, she felt that she didn't know what it was like and laughed angrily.
"Good morning, Dad."
"Good morning, Dad."
The two brothers came out and greeted him as they sat down.
"Well, good morning."
Fu Yanye was not in a good mood, and when he said good morning to his son, he looked at Zhuo Jian.
I seem to have forgotten which year it is, they are no longer two people, the three sons are eating separately at the table, looking warm and lively.
It's just that the two of them turned into such an indifferent confrontation.
I didn't expect that the first time we met after being separated for so long would be like this.
Zhuo Jian didn't chase him away anymore for the sake of the children.
And while the four of them were eating, he actually went to the kitchen to fry eggs and ham, and poured himself a glass of milk.
Chengcheng also left him a small steamed bun and a peach.
Zhuo Jian felt that her son was ‘so considerate.’
After the meal, the family went downstairs together. Fu Yanye hugged Zhuo Jian first before he hugged his daughter.
Wang Rui drove the nanny car over. After the children ran in, Zhuo Jian stood there unwilling to go in. Wang Rui stood on the side and was quite cautious, "Young madam, get in the car first. The young gentlemen will be late for school."
"Mommy, hurry up."
"Mommy."
As soon as Chengcheng calls her, the two brothers will follow.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to get in the car.
The seat is very wide, but at this time Zhuo Jian felt that the car was very crowded.
When Chengcheng and Chengqing Chengli were sent to school, Fu Yanye was holding her daughter inside while Zhuo Jian looked at him and sat down farthest away from him.
Fu Yanye glanced at her, and then said to his daughter in a gentle voice: "Baby, where will we sleep at night?"
When Zhuo Jian heard this, she looked up at him.
Fu Yanye happened to look at her, and their eyes met again. Soon Zhuo Jian looked outside.
"How about we go back to our home, huh?"
As Fu Yanye spoke, he still didn't forget to look at Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian was forced to do so and couldn't help but think about it, whether the home he was talking about was an old house or a garden.
Last time he lied to her to go back to live in Shengyuan, saying that he would divorce her when she weighed 50 pounds, so she reluctantly went back. Naturally, she won't go back now, even if they just live next door.
She doesn't even want to be a neighbor.
She is very satisfied with her current residence.
"What do you think?"
He asked softly again.
This time I asked Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian realized that he was talking to her before she looked at him again. She couldn't stand his deep eyes, so she looked out the window again, "If you want to take me, you don't have to worry about me."