Zhuo Jian agreed softly and covered Chengcheng with a thin blanket.
The person behind her suddenly leaned forward and gently placed her hand on Chengcheng. Zhuo Jian looked at the hands of the two people stacked together and their rings. Her heart tightened and she reminded him in a low voice.
: "Go back to your own place."
Fu Yanye looked down at her and gradually let go of her hand.
Zhuo Jian thought that was the end.
"I want to sleep next to you tonight."
Who knew that he suddenly made a low sound and then lay down behind her.
The hairs on Zhuo Jian's back stood on end, but he didn't stop him.
Fu Yanye put his arm gently on her slim waist and murmured: "I didn't even know you were eating at Xingguang today."
"Then you should tell Yuan Man and Chang Xia early that they will let you know whether I am dining with a man or a woman."
And not just ladies.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye couldn't help but smile, resting his forehead on her shoulder and murmuring: "I was negligent."
Zhuo Jian didn't move, but now the Internet has spread her as a shrew, thanks to him.
His cell phone lit up, and Zhuo Jian reached out to get it for him after seeing it.
It's Su Bai.
The information above was not hidden, she accidentally saw it, and then handed it to him: "Brother Su Bai's WeChat."
Fu Yanye then raised his head again, took the phone, stood up and leaned against the bedside, half-hugging her and glancing at her.
Su Bai: "Yanye, if Ruxiang dies tonight, will you regret not saving her?"
Fu Yanye's clean and gentle fingers quickly typed two words and sent them: "No."
However, I accidentally saw Zhuo Jian still lying so calmly, and couldn't help but ask: "Su Bai asked me if I would regret not saving Lin Ruxiang if she died tonight."
Zhuo Jian removed the hand that was pressing on his son and said nothing.
Fu Yanye said: "If I say no, will you think I'm too cold-blooded?"
"I'm not a saint either."
She whispered.
"How to say?"
Fu Yanye looked at her seriously and asked.
"Do you know what people outside will call me after this afternoon?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
Fu Yanye looked at her curiously and waited for her to continue.
"Shrew, tigress."
"real?"
Fu Yanye frowned, thinking that his wife was such a gentle person.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but laugh and murmured: "It's not all thanks to you."
Fu Yanye's deep black eyes stared straight at her. She was obviously complaining, but she...
"Honey, are you smiling at me?"
He suddenly pressed forward, pressed his forehead against hers and asked her softly.
Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that she seemed to have really laughed just now, although she was actually laughing at the comments about her online.
People say they didn't expect that the female host who looks dignified and intelligent in front of the screen is actually a shrew and a tigress in private.
That's what she was laughing at.
But after being misunderstood by Fu Yanye, she didn't realize that something was wrong.
She couldn't even help but raise her hands to pinch the fabric on his waist. When she felt that his lips were about to kiss her but didn't, she went directly to meet him and kissed his lips first.
Fu Yanye: "..."
She seemed to be particularly flirtatious recently, and he couldn't help but murmur: "They say women are like wolves at thirty and like tigers at forty, but you don't seem to be that age yet, why are you in such a hurry?"
"Then it's probably because your abilities have deteriorated."
Zhuo Jian murmured.
"Regress?"
Fu Yanye frowned and reflexively glanced at the sleeping little thing next to him, then lowered his eyes at the squeamish woman who said he was regressing.