Fu Zhengzhi asked his aunt to take him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, serve rice, and then accompanied Fu Yanye to have dinner, and asked him by the way: "Are you really divorced?"
Fu Yanye didn't say anything and was sulking at the rice in the bowl.
"Why did Director Zhang tell me that you have never looked for him? And their computers do not show you that you have ever divorced?"
As soon as Fu Zhengzhi said this, the aunt behind him was stunned and his eyes almost fell out.
Their young master, didn't divorce?
"So you got a fake divorce certificate to A Jian? Did A Jian trust him?"
Fu Zhengzhi continued to ask him again, and then slowly ate his favorite beef.
Fu Yanye could no longer eat it. He put down his chopsticks, stretched his long legs under the table, and leaned against the chair, which was a bit like a broken jar.
Fu Zhengzhi couldn't help laughing and continued to eat.
Fu Yanye thought about it, but still looked at his father and muttered: "Don't tell her about this in advance."
Fu Zhengzhi raised his eyebrows and said that he would not say anything. Then he turned to look at his aunt: "Did you hear it, don't say it first."
The aunt understood and immediately closed her mouth and nodded vigorously.
Fu Zhengzhi continued to eat again, looked at his son, looking forward to what his son wanted to do next.
"Lin Jiaoyang is treating guests at Xingguang tonight. It is said that he ordered all the most expensive seafood in your store. Do you know who the person was in the banquet?"
Fu Zhengzhi asked him.
"Now no one can save him, I promise."
Fu Yanye was very confident about this matter. After saying that, he got up and went to get a glass to pour wine for himself.
He felt that he had to drink a drink to be smooth. That woman was a cruel person and he could no longer just want her to be gentle and lovely.
Because she turned her back on her face faster than turning a book.
The father and the other guy sat in the restaurant for a while, drank some wine, and then went upstairs.
Fu Yanye went directly to the bedroom, and it was indeed empty.
He didn't even bury his legs, so he turned around and went to another room.
Zhuo Jian was having fun with Chengcheng on the bed. Chengcheng's little hands slapped her mouth and hit her breasts, making her giggle.
As soon as Fu Yanye opened the door, he saw that scene and his heart was about to melt.
But when Zhuo Jian heard the door ringing, he turned his head and saw that it was him, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared, so his heart, which had just melted halfway, solidified into ice again.
Fu Yanye walked in and slowly walked to the edge of the bed. Black eyes looked at the bad boy she was holding again, and took him away from her in the next moment, but as soon as he left, Zhuo Jian opened his heart.
Fu Yanye looked at it right away.
Zhuo Jian immediately withdrew his hand, sat up while pinching the collar, and asked him, "Why are you in?"
"Can't I come to see my son?"
Fu Yanye asked, then looked at the brat he was holding in his hand and dared to touch his wife's chest. It was so hateful.
Zhuo Jian didn't know that he was thinking about this. He just pursed his lips a little embarrassedly, then looked at the small alarm clock on the table next to him to remind him: "Then you finish watching it quickly and go to rest, it's getting late."
Fu Yanye hugged Chengcheng and turned to look at her: "You don't want me to wait a little longer?"
She buckled her button again, but because she was anxious and didn't pay attention to it, Fu Yanye looked at it and reminded her when she turned her face away: "The button was buckled wrongly."
“…”
Zhuo Jian immediately lowered his head, and made an embarrassing move.
I shivered and unbuttoned the button again, but...
OK, correct the mistake.
But Fu Yanye couldn't stand it: "You tie it again, it looks awkward."
He really couldn't stand this and wanted to tear it apart for her and tie it up again.
Zhuo Jian also wanted to cooperate with him and did what he said, but after untiing it, she suddenly felt a headache for her fingers, something flashed through her mind, she suddenly let go and asked him: "You go out."
Isn't it enough?"
“…”
Fu Yanye turned his head and looked at her with questioning eyes.
Zhuo Jian repeated: "Just go out and give me the Chrysanthemum."
Her buttons were open, and her skin was exposed by her fingers accidentally poked red, and the collarbone on one side was also faintly visible. Fu Yanye felt angry after just a glance, but holding the child in his arms was given away.
Don't go out: "I just came in. Am I not qualified to be with my son for a while?"
Fu Yanye said, simply hugging Chengcheng and sitting down beside the bed.
Zhuo Jian immediately bounced off the bed with conditioned reflex, tilted his head and looked at him in disbelief: "Fu Yanye, we are divorced."
"So what?"
Fu Yanye was even more confused. He was not sitting on her bed.
"Then why can you still sit on my bed?"
Zhuo Jian is strange.
"Sorry, I'm reminding you that this is my son's bed or I bought it."
“…”
Well, Zhuo Jian admitted that he lost. Not only did he buy the bed, but everything in this room belongs to the Fu family?
And she is a woman named Zhuo, sleeping here.
Zhuo Jian thought about it, and the more he thought about it, he felt more and more angry. He lowered his head and looked around. Finally, he found his slippers, walked over and put them on, and started searching again.
Fu Yanye guessed that she was looking for a bag or something, and subconsciously stood up from the bed with the child in her arms: "Okay, I'll give it to you again."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him stubbornly with tears in his eyes.
"Give it back to your bed."
Fu Yanye reiterated it again, afraid that she would not understand.
Seeing that her eyes suddenly turned red, his heart was about to hurt.
Of course, Zhuo Jian didn't really want to leave, but was afraid that he would say that the family belonged to him as he said, so it would be too late for her to leave. When he heard him say this, he didn't seem to dare.
After provoking her, Zhuo Jian sat back and then reached out and said, "Give me back to Chengcheng."
"Give."
Fu Yanye surrendered.
Seeing her angry, her eyes turned red, she was about to cry, and she was about to leave, he couldn't afford to play.
Zhuo Jian took Chengcheng over and hugged it in his arms. Chengcheng happily ate his fingers and looked at her, then suddenly raised his head and smiled foolishly at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye suddenly felt a stomachache.
In fact, his stomach was not that delicate, but when he saw the boy smiling at him in his woman's arms, the boy seemed to be mocking him for being incompetent, so his stomach hurts.
Especially Chengcheng naturally put his hands into Zhuo Jian's arms, haha.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but gritted his teeth before suppressing the roaring momentum and reminded in a deep voice: "He is so big, don't touch you anymore, right?"
"What?"
Zhuo Jian really didn't hear it clearly because she looked down. Is this kid really? Is this a habitual move?
"I said he didn't eat breasts anymore, so he shouldn't touch you anymore, right?"
Fu Yanye became more and more angry as he spoke.
Old Zhuo Jian's face was red and red. He wanted to speak but suddenly got stuck. He couldn't help but raise his throat. He murmured to him while holding Chengcheng's hand: "It's like this for children and mothers, you can go out first.
.”
“…”
There was still some mist in her eyes that had not yet receded. Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time and didn't dare to say anything, so he turned around and left.