The familiar male voice inside let her in with a unique demeanor.
Zhuo Jian then opened the door and saw a familiar woman sitting on the side of Fu Yanye, teasing Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye looked sideways in Zhao Ran's ear, not knowing what he was joking. When he saw her, he suddenly lost his smile and asked her coldly: "Who asked you to come up?"
"I'm going to come up myself."
Zhuo Jian always felt that he was familiar with what he said, but he didn't know when and where he heard him say it to, and he didn't have the time to think about it. She was here to have a child.
Fu Yanye looked at her coldly, "I said that it would not be too late to come to see me again in a year."
"I can't wait that long."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, perhaps because she was disappointed to a certain extent, so she no longer fantasized about his mercy.
There was no warmth in her eyes, but her heart was cramped.
She was glad that no one could see the activity in her heart. She took two steps forward, looked at Zhao Ran, and then looked at him and asked, "Do you want to say it in front of Miss Zhao?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly sneered, "What? What else can't be said between us in front of Miss Zhao?"
His hands were wrapped around Zhao Ran's hair, but his eyes were staring at Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian's heart sank again, nodded, and said, "Okay, you can return the child to me, and the conditions will be up to you."
"Why do you die?"
"Then how did they grow up? We all know that this is not true, change to another one."
Zhuo Jian held a breath and tried his best to talk to him rationally.
"You go out first."
Fu Yanye moved his hand away from behind Zhao Ran and said lightly.
Zhao Ran looked at him ambiguously, "Then I'll look for you later."
Fu Yanye didn't say anything anymore. She stood up and greeted Zhuo Jian generously: "Madam Fu."
Zhuo Jian felt funny in his heart, so why bother pretending?
Fu Yanye also looked at Zhao Ran. The three words "Madam Fu" sounded extremely ironic now.
Zhao Ran nodded and subconsciously looked at Fu Yanye. He didn't respond, so she turned around and left, but after she went out, she was a little confused.
Why did Fu Yanye stop her when he heard her call her Mrs. Fu?
If Zhuo Jian really gave him a cuckold, how could he allow others to call Zhuo Jian Mrs. Fu?
After Zhao Ran left, the office suddenly became cold and irritating.
Fu Yanye looked at her with a black eye and a knife: "Do you want to get back those twins?"
"yes."
Zhuo Jian held back his anger and looked at him, making sure he had to talk to him patiently.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "Which one is more important, Chengcheng or those twins?"
He looked at her and suddenly wanted to know, in her heart, whose child she was with was more important to her?
Is it Sheng Xin?
Otherwise, why did she hate him so much, but she never left Sheng Xin?
"It all comes out of my belly, and each one is equally important."
Zhuo Jian doesn't understand why he asked such an idiotic question.
For the mother, all her children are the flesh that falls off from her body, and they are the same.
Fu Yanye shook his head, and picked up the teacup that Zhao Ran used on the table and threw it into the trash can next to it. Then he took a tissue and wiped his fingers hard. His face turned cold and disgusted to the extreme, he said:
"It won't be as important as it is, there will always be one that is more important."
"Fu Yanye, how do you want to return them to me?"
Stop playing word games, she just wants to return to her child.
"Or what you care most about is actually the twin father? Are you begging me for him? He tasted the taste of losing a child? Did he show pain to you? Did he say he wanted to kill me to vent your anger?
Um?"
Every word Fu Yanye has an unbearable hatred.
She dares to fall in love with another man, but she still wants to get back from him?
"Fu Yanye, you already have orange."
Zhuo Jian knew that he hated her being with Sheng Xin, but how could he be so greedy in life?
She couldn't beat him, and she was helpless.
Zhuo Jian walked over, squatted beside him, looking at him humbly with tears in his eyes, "Fu Yanye, can you give them back to me? They are still young and cannot do without their mothers."
"What about Chengcheng? Is he big? Who made him call his mother in the middle of the night but there were only echoes in the room? Have you ever cared about his feelings?"
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the woman squatting in front of him. As she placed her hand on his arms, he said with great disgust: "Pick your hand away."
Zhuo Jian couldn't take it away. She held his arms tightly, and she looked at him humbly, "You took away Chengcheng, I didn't want him to leave me."
"You didn't think about it? When you were having a child with another man, how could you think that you still had a one-year-old child in your heart?"
"No."
"Not what?"
"I haven't forgotten, I've never forgotten, then..."
"At that time, you thought he was dead, so you rushed to create another one to replace him, right? Then you felt so good, so when I went to ask for the Chrysanthemum, you would return him so easily."
Fu Yanye looked at her, and every word was like a needle piercing her heart.
But he still felt that it was not enough. He was so cold and arrogant and hated. He said, "What qualifications do you have to talk to me about this? What qualifications do you have to pretend to be humble in front of me? Do you think I will still believe you?"
He suddenly pinched her jaw with one hand, and at this moment, he really wanted to crush her.
Zhuo Jian half-kneeled on the ground, tears flowing out, "You make a reservation, as long as you return them to me, I will promise you everything."
"I want you to do a lot, but I won't let you see those two evil spirits again."
“…”
A sinful seed?
Zhuo Jian looked at him on the night of August 15 last year.
Although he has always been very careful, it may be God's will.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked him, "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to die."
"Die? Do you think I like my bad life very much?"
Since she thought Chengcheng was dead, she no longer wanted to live.
She has nothing left, he doesn't love her, and her family has left, what's the point of staying alone in the world?
She was completely disappointed.
But she was pregnant with Chengli and Chengqing.
"Isn't it rare? Then you die and show me."
Fu Yanye pinched her jaw, and his dark eyes passed through her side face to her pink neck, and he pinched it harder.
"Fu Yanye, let me take them..."
"Shut up, you're so dirty that I feel sick now."
He looked at her and felt that his heart was being scratched by someone. She didn't care about him and his son at all, and her mind was full of those two children and Sheng Xin.
Zhuo Jian's two lines of tears slid down from his face and fell into the palm of his palm that was pinching her jaw.
Fu Yanye felt the wet liquid in his palm and immediately threw her away.
Zhuo Jian collapsed on the ground, angry and helpless.
"What exactly should you return them to me? Please, they are still so young, they..."
"Stir myself and I'll let you see them."
Fu Yanye suddenly reached out and picked up the fruit knife on the table and threw it directly on the ground.