He looked at her so scared of his appearance and let out a soft voice.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was no longer close and relaxed a little, but he still shrank himself there and remained motionless.
Fu Yanye stood up from the bed and silently retreated back to the window.
"You go out."
Zhuo Jian called him in a trembling voice.
"Let me stay, I promise I won't get close to you, okay?"
Fu Yanye begged.
"You go out."
Zhuo Jian yelled again, took the ring out of his hand and threw it at him, "Go out."
The ring fell on the floor without hitting him. The sound was not crisp, but the sound that fell on his heart was particularly crisp.
Fu Yanye looked at her hated her to the core, then lowered his eyes to look at the ring that slowly stopped and circled on the ground, walked over and bent over and picked it up.
He secretly put it on her while she was asleep.
He naively thought that she pretended nothing happened and just wore it like that.
They don't mention it anymore, just...
How could he be so whimsical?
Fu Yanye looked at the ring between his fingers and finally woke up.
He stood at the end of the bed with the ring, looking at her, "Jane."
Zhuo Jian covered his ears and buried his face in his knees.
I just hope they will end like this.
He disappeared before her.
The person who wanted her to see her son's body was not worthy of her seeing him again.
He also put the ring on her while she was asleep. Zhuo Jian hated his little moves.
Fu Yanye walked out of the ward.
Chang Xia and Yuan Man were standing by the side. He looked at them and then walked out first.
The two of them knew from his eyes that they had to follow him, but this time they were both trembling.
Fu Yanye was standing waiting for the elevator, Leng Ying looked at the two of them with a black look and said solemnly: "You both remember every word I say next, if there is a little difference."
"clear!"
The two spoke in unison.
After the explanation, Fu Yanye left the hospital and returned to the old house.
The elders of the old house were all very happy. The old lady even said, "No wonder I kept dreaming of two little babies last year. I thought it was because I missed Chengcheng too much. It turned out that it was Jane Jian's baby and secretly gave it to me.
He gave birth to two great-grandchildren."
"That's right? I lied that it was someone else's. It's not a full moon yet, so it's not a full moon."
Wang Yue was talking to the old lady.
"The young master is back."
The aunt happened to go to the living room to deliver sweet soup and saw Fu Yanye standing behind them.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law raised their eyes and were shocked when they saw Fu Yanye: "When did you come back? It's so scary."
"Just come back."
Fu Yanye let out a faint sound and walked to the baby cradle to squat down, looking at the two little guys who were sleeping soundly inside.
It's really the same.
It's true, his son.
She gave birth to him the son.
Fu Yanye's hand picked up the hand of the boy who was close to him. Although Chengli was asleep, she immediately held it when she felt something in her palm.
Fu Yanye looked at him, and suddenly his eyes were full of gentleness.
Wang Yue and the old lady looked at him like that, unconsciously felt sorry for him for several seconds, and asked him softly: "Do you know what his name is?"
"Orange chestnut and Orange Qing."
Fu Yanye remembered the name Chang Xia said, and of course he remembered it.
After hearing this, Wang Yue smiled and said, "I'm asking you, do you know what the name of the little baby holding your hand is."
Fu Yanye's eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly felt a little disappointed.
He doesn't know.
"It's Orange Rip. Look at the red rope he wore on his wrist, and the little thing hanging on it had the word "Zhu" engraved on it."
The old lady also reminded him softly.
Only then did Fu Yanye notice the red rope on his wrist, and then subconsciously looked at the one inside. As expected, he was wearing the red rope. Although his clothes blocked the pendant, it was Chengqing.
What does she actually named her sons Chengli Chengqing?
Did she particularly like Lizi and Qingcheng at that time?
Seeing that he was silent again, Wang Yue could no longer help but ask him, "Where is Jian Jian? How is she?"
The dean actually called her, but she still wanted to hear her son talk about it, and also wanted to know the situation of their couple.
Fu Yanye suddenly remembered her hated eyes and a burning burning sensation on his side, and whispered: "She is in a bad mood."
"Otherwise, I will take Chengli Chengqing and Chengcheng to see her tomorrow? She might be better when she meets the children."
Wang Yue suggested.
Fu Yanye was silent for a while and said, "No hurry."
"No hurry?"
Wang Yue looked at his son and didn't understand very much.
Logically speaking, Zhuo Jian should be better first, and now it is undoubtedly her three sons who can make her feel good.
But Fu Yanye said there was no hurry.
“Yes, no hurry.”
Fu Yanye thought about it, then stood up, "I'll go see Fu Chengqian."
Wang Yue: “…”
"What is this kid thinking?"
The old lady was also a little confused when she looked at her grandson's back.
"I also want to know what he is thinking. He is still angry with Jane, right?"
Wang Yue asked a question.
"What else is you angry about? Why don't you coax people quickly?"
The old lady looked at the two beautiful little babies in the cradle and thought that if he dared to get angry at this moment, he would really deserve a beating.
Fu Yanye went upstairs and went to Chengcheng's room.
——
The next morning, the sun was pretty good.
The hospital prepared breakfast for her. Just as she was about to eat, Fu Yanye went in from outside.
It should be very cold outside. He was wearing a camel coat and carrying a delicate food box in his hand.
“Eat this.”
Fu Yanye placed the food box on her small dining table and looked at the clear soup prepared in the hospital, and he didn't even look at it.
Zhuo Jian glanced at his food box, ignored it, took out a spoon, pulled the porridge bowl to him, and lowered his head to drink the porridge.
Fu Yanye prepared the breakfast he brought for her without any haste and said, "It was my mother who made it for you."
Zhuo Jian's movements of drinking porridge were stagnant, and after looking at the breakfast he brought, she didn't eat a bite.
Wang Yue is not very good at cooking.
She could tell who made this breakfast at a glance.
Seeing that she ignored her, Fu Yanye dragged her bowl away and gave her what he prepared, "Eat this, the things outside are not clean."
Zhuo Jian then looked up at him and asked, "Who are you?"
Fu Yanye: “…”
My heart seemed to have been stolen, where did it go?
He felt that his chest was empty and cold, and he kept staring at her.
Zhuo Jian said: "Sir, I'm not clean yet. You are so clean, and you should leave quickly and don't mess with you."
"Chengli and Chengqing are still waiting for their mother at home. Are you sure you want to continue talking to me like this?"
Fu Yanye did not hurry or slow down, gently supported his hands on the small dining table, and his black eyes looked at her, waiting.