Fu Yanye was really not that angry anymore. He glanced outside and said, "Uncle Wang Rui is here, you go and help him move things."
Chengcheng turned around and looked outside, unable to help but exclaim, "Wow, mommy, how many gifts did you buy for us?"
"It's not all yours."
Zhuo Jian explained.
Chengcheng jumped off the sofa before she could finish her words and ran away.
The only two of them were left in the living room, staring at each other for a while.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang, she took it and looked at it, it was Wei Mingli.
Fu Yanye was far away, but looking at her expression, he stretched out his legs, folded his hands together, stared at her and asked, "What? Just as he got home, his lover called?"
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to him, "Yes, did Mr. Fu's mistress call? Mr. Fu didn't tell her that your wife is back?"
“…”
Fu Yanye suddenly looked at her coldly, and his eyes seemed to be about to hunt people in minutes.
Zhuo Jian hung up the phone, but she was not in the mood to answer.
Fu Yanye saw her hanging up the phone but was still unhappy. He had heard from people over there that she was having fun with the eldest son of the dealer. He thought that the eldest son of the dealer was. After looking at the photos, he realized that it was that night.
He beat people up.
He didn't know how the two of them got together, although he heard a lot.
But he looked at her hurtful mouth, and for a few minutes, he actually wanted to hear what she denied in person.
Zhuo Jian couldn't sit down alone with him, so he got up and wanted to leave.
“Where to go?”
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and stared at her and asked.
"Can't you go and help move things?"
Zhuo Jian hates his tone.
It took Fu Yanye a few seconds to say it: "Are you a decoration for the family?"
"Why can't I go and help my son? Besides, what qualifications do you have to care about me?"
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he turned his back to him and went out from the other side.
Fu Yanye collapsed on the sofa and looked at the roof.
As soon as I came back, I quarreled with him.
He said he missed his son, but he could have a son without him?
One baby is one bite, whose kind of baby is that?
Chengcheng was so excited that she was so excited that she asked aunties to help deliver the cheongsams they bought for the old lady and Wang Yue to their rooms, as well as Fu Zhengzhi and the old man.
However, Fu Yanye looked at the door for a while, and then looked at Zhuo Jian with dissatisfaction.
Chengcheng held his toy and looked at his father, and then looked at Zhuo Jian, "Mommy, haven't you prepared a gift for your father?"
"Your dad doesn't need mommy's gift."
"Your mommy is going to give herself to dad as a gift."
As soon as Zhuo Jian finished speaking, Fu Yanye suddenly smiled evilly and said to Zhuo Jian.
"Oh, that's it, then do I want to wrap my mother up?"
In his world, what is wrapped is the gift.
Fu Yanye said: "I think this proposal is feasible."
"Mommy just didn't buy your father a gift. Mommy hates him now, you should be able to tell you that you are so smart."
"It can be seen."
Chengcheng nodded, looking like he could hear clearly, and then gave his father a look of your pitiful look.
Fu Yanye didn't expect Zhuo Jian to say he hated him so easily. He suddenly lowered his head and walked forward two steps, went to Zhuo Jian, and then turned to look at his son: "Turn around."
"ah?"
"Dad wants to do things that are not suitable for your mom."
"oh!"
Chengcheng immediately ran away with the toy in her arms, and what was it like to turn around?
The aunts, Wang Rui and the butler also left in the same direction.
Zhuo Jian also wanted to turn around and run, but as a result, he turned around and stopped him. Fu Yanye directly picked her up horizontally, lifting her a little high, scared Zhuo Jian hugged his neck to ensure safety and asked him: "You
What are you doing?”
"What can I do? It's just to make you hate me more."
"Fu Yanye, please let me down."
There are so many adults and children in the family, but he is like this.
Not only did Fu Yanye not put her down, he also carried her upstairs. He was in good health and walked very quickly, and soon he threw her on the bed in his bedroom.
Zhuo Jian looked at him in panic while warning: "Don't touch me, I think you are dirty."
"Hmph, I don't dislike you."
Fu Yanye smiled humbly, then took off his coat and half-kneeled on the bed.
Zhuo Jian immediately raised his legs and wanted to turn them down, but his ankles were held firmly and could not move at all.
Her ankle was cold, which was particularly uncomfortable. In fact, his palm was dry and warm, and it was very comfortable to hold it, but now she was a little insufficient blood supply to the brain, "Fu Yanye, stop making trouble."
"Do you treat me as a three-year-old? I'm not making a fuss."
"What is that?"
Zhuo Jian saw that he was getting closer and closer, and his breathing became rapid.
"It is the most direct punishment a man will punish a woman."
“Orange…”
Zhuo Jian wanted to call his son to help him, but before he finished speaking, he lay on her thin body and covered her mouth, "I dare to scream again and peel you a layer of skin."
“…”
Zhuo Jian's eyes revealed fear.
Peel her a layer of skin?
He is cruel.
"I'm so happy to have fun outside? Don't treat yourself as a married woman, right? Want to completely indulge yourself?"
Fu Yanye and her were tangled with her fingers, but every word was touching people's hearts.
Especially when he thought of seeing her get out of the young master Zhuang’s car with his own eyes and thinking of the man smiling at her, he wanted to take her back and declare to the whole world that this is his Fu Yanye’s woman,
People can have inappropriate thoughts about her.
But……
"Why don't you reply?"
He looked at her proud eyebrows and asked.
"Fu Yanye, I don't love you anymore."
Zhuo Jian said.
“…”
Fu Yanye suddenly couldn't speak anymore and just looked straight at her.
She said she didn't love him so many times, but never once did she think she was so calm this time.
There was no pain or sadness in her eyes, and it was calm, as if she was just saying that she didn't like an item.
Zhuo Jian suddenly smiled.
He was not like this before, definitely not.
It was not her delusion, but in the past he was definitely cold on the outside and hot on the inside.
But now he is like this.
Stubborn and inhumane.
"Will I love you? Zhuo Jian, you are simply hateful, hateful, but not a little cute."
Fu Yanye suddenly threw his hand away, turned over from her and left.
He seemed to have abandoned everything and just stride out.
"Dad, don't move."
Chengcheng was holding a bubble gun behind him.
He stopped suddenly.
Not angry, not surprised, just...
That young voice.
He turned his head and looked at his son with emotion.
So many bubbles separate the father and son, but it seems to have bumped the past into those transparent bubbles.
They had four children, and she didn't love him anymore.