The four silly words, the corners of his mouth made a smile, and the dark eyes quickly moved from her face to the boy in her arms, and then suddenly frowned, when she was beating his heart like thunder,
Suddenly, he frowned unhappily and asked, "Why is it green?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian was holding his chubby baby son while looking at him seriously. His breath was filled with alcohol, and he seemed to have drunken aura all over her body. She was a little unhappy and frowned.
: "How much did you drink?"
Fu Yanye was pinching his son's pajamas and watching it. It was so unhappy that it was important. When he heard her question, he subconsciously turned his head to look at her: "Two or three cups."
"Two or three cups?"
Zhuo Jian's pink lips moved and expressed his disapproval of his two or three cups.
"Or three or four cups, you ask Su Bai and Yan Zheng, they both insisted that I drink it."
He said that, suddenly turned around one hundred and eighty degrees back and fell on Chengcheng's children's bed in an instant.
Chengcheng looked at his bed occupied in a blink of an eye, and suddenly burst into tears.
Zhuo Jian's heart was about to break when he heard his son crying. He was shaking and coaxing him, looking at Fu Yanye and wanted to wake him up, but Chengcheng closed his eyes tightly, his eyebrows were red, and he couldn't help feeling distressed.
First coax him: "Baby, don't cry, don't cry, dad is drunk."
Drunk?
The person lying on the bed leaned over and continued to get drunk.
Zhuo Jian suddenly didn't know what to do when he looked like that, but Wang Yue ran in as she heard Chengcheng crying. Seeing Fu Yanye lying on the bed and sleeping, her grandson was crying again, she felt very distressed and went to hug Cheng.
Orange asked, "What's wrong with him?"
"Brother Su Bai said he was drunk too much."
Zhuo Jian whispered, unable to help but look at him again.
Why drink too much?
An adult can't control himself?
Of course, she sometimes willful, but now she is just unhappy. This is in the old house.
If he went to Shengyuan, she wouldn't bother to get angry.
"Oh, my heart, don't cry, grandma will take you to play."
Wang Yue coaxed Chengcheng to carry him out, then turned around: "You put him to sleep in the bedroom, what's the matter with sleeping in Chengcheng's room?"
Zhuo Jian: "…"
"I'll take Chengcheng away. I'll sleep with me and your dad tonight."
Wang Yue said and left.
Chengcheng stopped crying after being taken away by grandma.
Wang Yue looked at him and couldn't help but smile and mutter, "Little clever ghost, just thunder but not rain, are you crying? Ah?"
Of course, it didn't fall off. I squeezed it hard several times but didn't squeeze it out.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him. He was so tall, how could she get him away?
Zhuo Jian wanted to leave, but was afraid that the elders would be sad when they saw it, so he turned to look at him and finally left back.
But as soon as the sound came out, it was dull, "Fu Yanye, go back to your room to sleep."
Fu Yanye didn't move.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again in disappointment, and there were only the two of them left in the room. If he wasn't drunk, he shouldn't have pretended, right?
"Fu Yanye."
She screamed again, her eyes getting hotter and hotter.
She hates being alone like this.
"Zencheng just peed on the bed and I haven't had time to change it for him. Can't you feel it?"
She looked at him without moving with her eyebrows down, and then said this softly, and then Fu Yanye got up after two seconds.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
I just feel like he is pretending.
He must have drunk a lot this time, but he was not drunk enough to sleep when he fell asleep.
Zhuo Jian felt that he hadn't been so drunk, and his eyes would not lie.
Fu Yanye stood beside the bed and his eyes moved, wanting to see her, but in the end he looked down at his clothes and found that it was dry. Then he turned to look at the bed, and it was clean. Then he couldn't help but look at Zhuo Jian.
: "Are you lying?"
"Don't you?"
Each other.
Still have the nerve to question her?
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a complaining look, then turned around and arrived at the door, opened the door that was already open a little wider, and said softly: "Please, Mr. Fu."
Fu Yanye looked at the open door, then looked at her with drunken eyes and heavy eyes: "I'll sleep in my son's room, you go to the master bedroom."
"That's OK."
Zhuo Jian nodded and was about to leave, but suddenly he thought of Wang Yue's words. Wang Yue thought he was drunk. If he went to the children's room to see him again and found that he was still there, would he blame her?
Zhuo Jian immediately turned his head and stood inside, gently holding his slim waist with one hand, and gave in to the other: "President Fu should sleep in the master bedroom."
Mr. Fu was called by her, just like the one who was whispering from the night before, which made his heart hurt.
Fu Yanye walked leisurely and leisurely in front of her with his long legs. When he was still two steps away, he suddenly stopped. He also imitated her with his waist, with only two hands, and then his black eyes looked at her so deeply.
, more than I didn't know how much I woke up just now, and said, "You'd better go, the bed of the tangerine is too small, and you can't sleep well."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a gaze, and then looked at his son's 1.5 meters bed. That bed could be called a good single bed. She had no problem sleeping alone, and she wouldn't feel uncomfortable.
.
It is said that the bed is worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, and Zhuo Jian didn't know whether the bed was made of gold or silver. In short, it was absolutely comfortable, but he was tall and might not be suitable.
"You should go to the master bedroom. This bed is really too small for you."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye looked at her, and after a long time, when she was a little uneasy, she suddenly said, "But I would rather you live better."
Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly. Where is there any bad things in this home?
There is no problem with even a piece of floor.
"Go quickly. Mom comes over and sees you still here later and thinks I don't feel sorry for you."
Zhuo Jian said in distractedly that he wanted him to leave.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a moment, then suddenly smiled and asked her: "So I was not worried that I wouldn't sleep well here, but that I was scolded by my mother?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian was no longer willing to talk to him, so he went around behind him and pushed him out.
Fu Yanye walked to the door but turned around easily. Zhuo Jian lowered his head, and his hand suddenly pressed against his heart. He felt that the hand felt different. When she raised her eyes, she saw Fu Yanye facing him.
, he immediately pulled his hand back: "You're leaving quickly."
"I just want to say good night."
Fu Yanye looked at her, and in his eyes, he seemed to be unable to help himself.
Zhuo Jian was so anxious that he quickly said, after a while, "Good night."
"Good night."
Fu Yanye remained moving and still looked at her.
Zhuo Jian could no longer help it, his old face turned red, he didn't know what to do, and he didn't dare to yell at him at the door, so he could only raise his hand and pinch his arm and push him out, and then close the door.
Fu Yanye stood at the door, staring at her with black eyes and closing the door with mercy, then sighed helplessly.