Chengcheng sat in the middle of the bed, turned his head and saw her when he heard the door ringing, and crawled towards her happily.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Fu Yanye put on his nightgown and put together, and took Chengcheng into his arms with casual snatches, letting him sit on him, looking up at the dull woman standing at the door.
"What? Don't you know your husband and your son?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian stood at the door and held it in one breath without daring to move for a long time.
I almost thought I had hallucinations.
He is back.
Not coming back on Christmas?
She forgot that this is the old house and that the person on the bed is the real one.
But why did he never come back as he spoke?
Under the light, his long legs were exposed from his nightgown. Zhuo Jian was embarrassed to walk forward and asked in a low voice: "When did you come back?"
"afternoon."
Fu Yanye replied while hugging Chengcheng.
"Mom, mom hug, dad, let go."
Chengcheng felt uncomfortable being hugged by Fu Yanye. He wanted to ask his mother to hug him.
My mother's body softened so much that my father hurt him.
But Fu Yanye just didn't let go. He was anxious and could only shout: "Mom, mom, come, hold Chengcheng."
Zhuo Jian then walked forward again. Thinking that she had something to ask him to agree to, she became more and more bold as she walked.
But Fu Yanye felt that she was not willing at all.
If he hadn't been holding his son, she wouldn't have been so close to him.
Zhuo Jian walked to his bed and reached out to hug Chengcheng. He accidentally touched his exposed hot arms. His little face turned red and he hugged Chengcheng: "Do you miss your mother, right? Kiss it."
She stood beside his bed, holding his son to kiss him.
Oh!
Chengcheng hugged her very actively and kissed her several times. Seeing Zhuo Jian laughing happily, he added a few more times.
Fu Yanye: “…”
Why did he kiss his wife's face was covered with saliva and she was so dirty?
Fu Yanye was ignored for too long, so he got up by himself, pulled paper from the paper box, and told her: "Don't move."
Zhuo Jian just turned sideways, and his hand was holding the paper on her face.
“…”
What is he doing?
Zhuo Jian looked at him in confusion.
“The saliva is full of bacteria.”
Fu Yanye knew what she was thinking when he looked at her and gave her an answer.
Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly for a few seconds. After coming to his senses, he changed the side and hugged Chengcheng, encouraging him to separate the distance from him: "Since you are back, I will take him to another room to sleep."
"Which is the other one?"
Fu Yanye asked her upset.
Forget it if you come back so late.
If you don't look at him right after you come back, just forget it.
Is there another room to sleep?
He has been away for so long, but she is still like this?
"Chengcheng also has its own children's room, you know."
Zhuo Jian is about to leave after he finishes speaking.
Fu Yanye took Chengcheng away from her arms: "My son sleeps with me now."
Zhuo Jian turned his head to look at him. Seeing that he was so serious, he put his hands in his pockets and nodded: "Okay, then I'll go to the guest room."
"Zhuo Jian, let's talk."
"Zhuo Jian?"
Chengcheng heard Fu Yanye’s name and shouted excitedly.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Fu Yanye also frowned, what's wrong with this kid?
"Don't call your parents' names, do you understand?"
Fu Yanye put Chengcheng on the bed and reminded him seriously.
Chengcheng was not afraid of him at all now, and he still looked at him and shouted indifferently: "Fu Yanye."
Fu Yanye took a breath and turned to look at her, "I haven't asked you yet, have you said bad things to him?"
"Where do I have it?"
Zhuo Jian was frightened and immediately refuted.
"No?"
Fu Yanye didn't believe it at all.
"Then he called my name just now. Could it be that you said bad things to him?"
"Am I that kind of person?"
Fu Yanye expressed suspicion, but the woman did not trust him.
"Then, I'm not that kind of person either."
Zhuo Jian was so guilty that he didn't dare to look at him again and wanted to leave.
But as soon as he turned his head, his wrist was held.
His palms were also hot, and it seemed particularly precious in this winter.
However, she was used to warming her bed.
So her wrists were swaying in his palm: "Let go."
"We'll talk about it and you'll leave again."
"What are you talking about? My son is still there."
Zhuo Jian asked him awkwardly.
Chengcheng sat on the bed and watched his parents get entangled and couldn't understand it very well. Are they fighting? It doesn't look very similar.
But isn't it hugging and kissing?
Chengcheng suddenly slapped his hands, "Kiss, mom and dad."
“…”
Zhuo Jian thought he was hallucinating and looked at his son in disbelief.
Fu Yanye also looked at him and sneered at Zhuo Jian, saying, "My son wants us to kiss him. We need to satisfy him, right?"
"don't want!"
Zhuo Jian said that, just as soon as he said it, he had already put her head on her and kissed her in the face.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and white, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why are you kissing me? I didn't agree."
"Do you want to let your son down?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"I……"
"Do you like to let your son see that we have a bad relationship? And then create a psychological shadow on him?"
“…”
It was another psychological shadow, Zhuo Jian was angry and had nothing to say, so he turned around and left.
This time Fu Yanye didn't rush to stop her, but just turned his head to look at the baby son on the bed, "You are sensible."
Chengcheng was very good at finding comfort by himself. Not long after, she lay on the bed with her little feet in her arms, rolled up and found a comfortable position, and called him softly: "Dad, come here."
Fu Yanye: “…”
Just reached out to touch my lips.
I just need to think about when I kissed her last time, but I was disturbed by my son.
I have to admit that during this period, he really deeply felt one thing.
The importance of this kid is really extraordinary.
Fu Yanye walked over slowly with his long legs, wrapped his hands around his chest and looked at him for a while, and chuckled unconsciously.
The father and son met each other, and Chengcheng was shy and rolled around again, with his back facing him.
Fu Yanye sighed softly, suddenly remembering that this kid had such a thrilling experience at such a young age. He felt guilty and picked him up and put him in the quilt, and said softly: "Is it good to go to bed early?"
Chengcheng rubbed in his arms, turned over and found a warmer position in his arms, and went to bed.
He once thought that only when a woman was in his arms would his heart soften.
It turns out that this kid can do it too.
——
Zhuo Jian didn't want to go to the room, so he went to Chengcheng's children's room.
Take a bath, wash, wipe your face directly with children's face cream, and then go out.
Um?
Is there someone standing in front of the bedside table?
It seems to be Fu Yanye?
Fu Yanye heard the footsteps for a long time and didn't move again, so he turned his head and took a look.
Zhuo Jian was surrounded by only a large bath towel.
It’s not her fault, she’s all in her clothes and pajamas.
Fu Yanye looked at her with sharp phoenix eyes, and after looking at her, she closed her eyes without any trace...