Fu Yanye didn't object this time and put it on her lap, but still reminded her, "Don't strain."
Wang Yue looked at her son's considerate appearance and couldn't help but murmured: "Are you a good husband now? Where did this injury come from?"
Fu Yanye: "..."
Zhuo Jian didn't expect Wang Yue to mention this.
From beginning to end, no one dared to mention it.
Ouyang Ping once mentioned this to her when sending her a WeChat message, "Let your husband take good care of you. After all, this is his debt."
Fu Yanye glanced at Zhuo Jian subconsciously and saw that she didn't seem to take it seriously, but he still couldn't help but say, "It's my fault."
Zhuo Jian felt worried, was it his fault?
She turned to look at him and thought, do you really think you are at fault?
When Fu Yanye saw Chengcheng trying to pull her shirt again, he immediately took Chengcheng away from her and said, "I'll take him downstairs to play for a while."
Zhuo Jian was a little reluctant to let Chengcheng go, but he said that he wanted Chengcheng to stay with them, so she said nothing. However, Wang Yue, watching her son and grandson go out, asked softly: "You two have a conflict, so what?"
"It's been a long time, are you okay?"
"alright!"
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Although the elders are very close to her, they are not her biological parents after all.
She knows that one has to know what's right.
"Actually, Yanye is a talkative person. He loves you terribly in his heart, but he may not be able to express it with his mouth. Do you think so?"
Wang Yue couldn't help but ask her.
In fact, how could Wang Yue, a mother, not feel the depression that Fu Yanye had been having recently? But Zhuo Jian had no parents, and she was afraid that she would make Zhuo Jian angry if she spoke too much, so she had to endure it until now.
Say a few words.
"Well, he just doesn't mean what he means."
Zhuo Jian nodded and said.
"Yes, but why aren't you? Jian Jian, Mom, I hope you both do well. You both can't tolerate others in your hearts, and you have such a cute little baby like Cheng Cheng. How many people are envious of you, don't you think so?"
Wang Yue held her hand and asked her.
"Mom, don't worry, we will have a good time."
Zhuo Jian knew what Wang Yue was thinking, or in other words, all the elders in the old house hoped that the two of them could go on well, and didn't want to worry them anymore.
After hearing this, Wang Yue happily touched her small face as big as a palm and whispered: "Good boy, you have always made us worry the most. You are not like that kid."
Soon Wang Yue went downstairs and saw Fu Yanye standing by the window holding Chengcheng and looking at the scenery. She walked over and asked him: "I heard from the people in the hospital that you scared me half to death. Yanye, be a human being and don't always
So indifferent."
Fu Yanye looked out the window and said, "What do they care about?"
"Men are too cold and women have no sense of security."
Wang Yue reminded him.
"..."
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, but didn't reply.
"Sometimes I really think, if you two just get divorced, and you're not happy together, why do you still force yourself to be together?"
Wang Yue admired his son's persistence.
"Who said we are unhappy? We will be unhappy only if we are really separated."
Fu Yanye quickly retorted.
"Oh, you think so?"
Wang Yue laughed angrily.
Fu Yanye said upset: "You can go, Chengcheng will stay."
"How can that be done? I can't be separated from my grandson. Besides, can you two take care of the children well now?"
"Just go and leave Auntie here."
Fu Yanye said again.
Orange has a great effect.
Wang Yue looked at him again, and suddenly an idea came to his mind and asked him: "Son, have you ever told Jian Jian that I love you?"
"..."
"Girls really like hearing this kind of talk, how about you give it a try?"