"Young lady must be asked to cut off Zhao Ran's idea of replacing her."
Yuan Man and Wang Rui suddenly mentioned it when they went downstairs.
"I'm afraid this is impossible?"
The two of them knew best that Zhuo Jian had no idea of reconciling with Fu Yanye. Even if Fu Yanye was really with another woman, she would probably order firecrackers to celebrate.
"When Zhao Ran mentioned the young master, no matter what his wife said, she would not care about her. Didn't you notice it?"
Yuan Man asked him.
Wang Rui: “…”
——
Zhuo Jian returned home and saw the child and locked himself in the study.
Zhao Ran's words tonight were indeed ashamed of her, and she had to take the initiative in her own hands.
Fu Yanye will not come back until the old man’s birthday, so she will do something.
At around nine o'clock in the evening, she went to take a shower and heard the phone ringing on the bed. She walked over and picked it up and saw that it was Fu Yanye.
Why did he call him just now when he mentioned him today?
Zhuo Jian looked at the phone screen for a while and answered: "Hey?"
“Is it convenient?”
"Um?"
"If it's convenient, I'll have a video with my son."
Fu Yanye reminded her on the phone.
"Oh, convenient."
Zhuo Jian was confused because he had been using other people's mobile phones to communicate with his son recently. What's wrong with him today?
Chengcheng just finished her snacks and was brought in by her aunt from outside. Zhuo Jian explained to the aunt: "You go out first."
After the aunt left, Zhuo Jian put Chengcheng on the bed, and then said to Fu Yanye while digging Fu Yanye’s WeChat video: “It’s time for you father and son.”
Chengcheng couldn't help but smile when she heard the father and son. She answered quickly, so quickly that Zhuo Jian thought she had hallucinations.
Fu Yanye's dark eyes looked at her in the video, and she was so scared that she quickly turned around: "Chengcheng, say hello to your father."
"dad."
Chengcheng immediately leaned over and picked up her phone, and was about to chew on it.
"Um."
Fu Yanye saw that the person had changed and agreed in an upset manner.
Zhuo Jian was afraid that Chengcheng would fall and fall, so he carried him to the middle of the bed.
"Dad, when will you come back?"
Chengcheng held his cell phone and took the initiative to chat with him.
"After a while."
Fu Yanye’s three short words.
Zhuo Jian sat next to him and listened. For some reason, he suddenly wondered if he really wanted to talk to his son about videos.
Hearing his tone and how much he spoke, she couldn't feel that he needed to meet his son every night.
"Oh, Chengcheng misses his father, mom misses his father, and brothers miss his father, too."
Chengcheng said to him with his cell phone in his arms.
"Your brother still thinks so much, how could he know how to miss his father?"
Fu Yanye asked him.
"Mom misses dad."
Chengcheng was asked, subconsciously looked at the adult opposite him, and then threw the phone directly to Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian…
The chest hurts so much.
But it doesn't matter whether it hurts or not. She leaned into her seat, her collar was loose, and she was thrown into it by her son, her cell phone.
Zhuo Jian was embarrassed and wanted to take it out, but it seemed a bit difficult from the top, so she could only get from the bottom.
At this time, the man on the phone was already in a state of crash.
Is this what he can see now?
When Zhuo Jian saw that he was still there, his phone suddenly became a hot potato. She asked awkwardly: "You, do you still want to talk to Chengcheng?"
"I'll call you today because those phones couldn't be reached."
"oh!"
"What happened just now?"
After asking her not to get me wrong that he called her on purpose, he suddenly got back to the point.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
You can't tell him that his son threw his phone into her clothes, right?
Zhuo Jian turned the video awkwardly, so that he could only see Chengcheng. He breathed a sigh of relief and said to him: "If you father and son have something to do, you should say it quickly, we are going to bed."
"Dad, dad, come back soon."
Chengcheng shouted at the camera of the phone.
Fu Yanye thought to himself that I miss you, what I miss is your mother.
"What happened just now?"
Fu Yanye saw that Chengcheng didn't take her phone and knew that the phone was in her hands, so he continued to ask.
Zhuo Jian thinks he is sick, why do you keep asking this question?
"What else can you do? Haven't you seen it all?"
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, he hung up his phone and couldn't help but mutter to Chengcheng: "Do you want this man named Fu Yanye? But I think this man named Fu Yanye doesn't miss you at all, what's your name?
If you call him Fu Yanye, there is no need to video him tomorrow night."
It's my daddy, did he call you son?
Zhuo Jian was muttering himself, and his phone rang again.
This time it was a phone call, but it was still the same person.
Zhuo Jian didn't want to answer, but Chengcheng lay on the bed and cut her open, and even turned on hands-free, "Hey? Fu Yanye."
“…”
The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds.
Zhuo Jian was also still.
"Fu Yanye."
Chengcheng calls it very standard, these three words.
"What did you call me?"
Fu Yanye asked again.
"Fu Yanye, dad, mom's name."
“…”
Zhuo Jian opened his mouth in surprise. Her son was so betrayed her?
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly and asked, "Your mother is by your side?"
"exist."
Zhuo Jian was waving to him desperately to make him say no, but he opened his mouth and was there.
"Zhuo Jian, do you have to explain to me why my son called me by his name?"
Fu Yanye asked her solemnly.
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, since you can't call me through your phone anyway, you stayed silent.
"Dad, mom is afraid."
Chengcheng muttered to the phone again.
The other side of the phone was quiet for a few seconds, and then the mother and son heard a very generous word: "Forget it."
Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.
But Fu Yanye named her again: "Zhuo Jian, Fu Chengqian has grown up. Can you wear more clothes when you sleep with him?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian continued to remain silent.
The tube is so wide.
Isn't it only two years old at the age of age?
Some children are almost three years old and still have breastfeeding. What is the point of wearing loose clothes?
"I know you're there."
Fu Yanye continued.
"Who are you calling?"
Zhuo Jian was so angry that he asked him.
"Of course I'm looking for my son, but your problem is also very serious. You still want them to go back to the old house and be raised by the elders."
"I got it, I'm hung up."
Extremely annoying.
Zhuo Jian held his cell phone and put his hips on his hips, looked at the innocent boy on the bed and said, "Fu Chengqian, betray me, I am the one who sleeps with you every night."
After being called Daming, Chengcheng suddenly became a little serious and even sat up, sitting very straight.
"You better not betray me again, otherwise our mother-son relationship may be pre-cooled."
Zhuo Jian threatened again in discomfort, then turned around and went to the cabinet to open the cabinet, took a set of pajamas from it, and went to the bathroom again.
Chengcheng was still sitting on the bed, holding her little feet, looking curiously at the direction of the bathroom.
What's wrong with his mother?
You seem unhappy?
I took Zhuo Jian's cell phone again, fiddled with it for a while, but didn't turn it on again, and threw it aside and lay on the bed to play with my little feet.
The phone next to it lit up again, and it was a WeChat message.