"Let them sleep in the children's room and the aunt will take care of them."
Fu Yanye made a particularly solemn reminder, or it should be an order.
Zhuo Jian thought about it, said nothing, and went out with his son.
After Fu Yanye returned to the bathroom, Chengcheng looked at him: "Dad, I want to sleep with mom."
It’s not mommy, but mommy. He explained his wishes very clearly without provoking him.
"You three have been sleeping with her for a long time."
"Dad, I want to sleep with mom."
Chengcheng feels a little wronged.
"Mom is your father's woman, she can only sleep with your father."
Fu Yanye reminded him in a low voice, asking him to continue playing by himself, and then continued to take a shower for Chengqing.
Chengqing couldn't sit jail at first, but he almost pressed her into the water after being pressed, but he held Chengqing's neck in time.
Chengqing was so scared that he was so scared, but seeing that he was nervous, Chengqing, who had tears in his eyes, suddenly laughed. Fu Yanye sighed in shock. Chengcheng couldn't help laughing when he looked at it.
Then he took his little toy swimming in the water and went to Fu Yanye: "Jiujiu."
Fu Yanye: “…”
Zhuo Jian was disobedient after all, and carried the twins to their big bed. Fu Yanye carried Chengcheng back to the children's room and did not see the other two. He stood by the bed helplessly and sighed.
Chengcheng was very happy and took the book to him: "Dad, tell me a story."
Fu Yanye reluctantly took the book, then sat down next to Chengcheng, and whispered: "Lying down."
Chengcheng lay down obediently, and then looked at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye lay beside him, covered him with a quilt, opened the book and began to start reading.
But Chengcheng raised his hand and covered him with some call.
Fu Yanye felt it, looked down and felt warm.
"Dad, tell me."
Chengcheng didn't seem to think something was wrong at all, and urged him.
Fu Yanye told him for more than ten minutes and then he fell asleep.
But at that moment, he was reluctant to leave.
It is said that when Lin Ruxiang threw down the Chengcheng that everyone thought was, he was at the scene.
At that time, Zhuo Jian wanted to kill Lin Ruxiang, but he stopped him.
Will this kid blame him when he grows up?
Fu Yanye didn't know why he was so cold and wise at that time, but he thought it was definitely not because he cared about Lin Ruxiang.
Because, he never really cared.
But it's just to repay kindness.
In the end, it was just a scam.
He probably doesn't want to have any relationship with Lin Ruxiang anymore.
Lin Ruxiang once killed his son and wife, and was his enemy.
When Fu Yanye returned to the master bedroom, he gently pushed open the door, and Zhuo Jian was still taking the two kids to play.
No one was going to sleep, and she helped to hum.
In such a quiet night, these became the most precious memories.
Fu Yanye made a phone call and then went downstairs.
Soon the aunt went to the master bedroom upstairs and said, "Mrs. Young Master, let's take the young master away."
"Take it away?"
"Don't worry, I'm carrying it to the children's room."
"Mrs. Young Master, you are worried that you will not sleep well with your children, and you are concerned about you."
Both aunts hoped that the couple could do a good job. They knew that Zhuo Jian was frightened by the fact that he was forbidden to see his son before, so they made it clear.
Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly when he heard this.
The aunt's eyes all wrote about their understanding.
Actually, he just wanted to share this bed with her, and then...
snort.
It's not about her.
——
Almost an hour later, she was drowsy and about to fall asleep.
He finally came back.
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes moved. After a long time, the first thing he saw was the placing table he placed on the bedside table.
The photo of the two of them.
Zhuo Jian looked at the stage and gradually woke up.
She got up and took the stand and looked at him, then looked up at him: "How did you find it?"
"If you can hide, I can find it."
"Can I hide?"
Seeing his deep black eyes looking at her, Zhuo Jian obviously misunderstood something. As she looked at her, she chuckled unconsciously.
She put the table back, then turned over and lay in the middle of the big bed, and her voice was not awake: "Do you think I hid it?"
“…”
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes. At this moment, he seemed to suddenly understand something.
Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, turned his head to stop looking at him.
She should continue to sleep.
Seeing that she didn't plan to explain, Fu Yanye stood by the bed for a long time, then looked at the two familiar people, turned his head to get his pajamas, and then walked towards the bathroom without any haste.
Zhuo Jian's eyes opened again later, but she was so sleepy that she still fell asleep before he came back.
After Fu Yanye came out, he went to bed, but he lay beside her for a long time and couldn't close his eyes, just kept looking at her.
It was him who put it away.
Then what?
He raised his hand and gently squeezed a bunch of her short hair, and it took him a long time to put it down.
In all the photos, she has long hair.
But when he forgot that memory and met her, she had short hair.
Does she really like short hair?
Or, don't want him to get the long hair she likes again?
Zhuo Jian turned over and continued to sleep.
Fu Yanye had to fall down, but behind her, she continued to think about the news about them on the Internet, which seemed like I didn't know what life I had.
She is so thin and weak, and full of injuries, because of him?
In the darkness, his strong arms gently rested on her slender waist.
It was very thin and he didn't dare to press it on.
But I couldn't help but hug her tightly.
Zhuo Jian was sleeping in a daze, feeling that he was about to be strangled to death. He couldn't help but hum and muttered: "Husband, it's so tight."
“…”
Fu Yanye immediately raised his hand into the air.
Zhuo Jian suddenly turned around and fell asleep. He reached his hand on his waist and hugged him.
Fu Yanye dared not move, or even breathe.
She is still sleeping.
The husband just now...
Before he could figure it out, her face pressed into his chest.
He felt his heart beating fast and might be about to end.
Zhuo Jian also felt that his heart was beating so fast, so he put his hand on his heart, then continued to lie on and hug him and fall asleep.
Fu Yanye's black eyes gradually became more and more lost, more gentle, and more joyful.
Her subconscious actions when she was asleep?
Is this why she doesn't let him sleep together?
Are you afraid that he knows that she cares about him? How used to him?
She used to call him husband.
Fu Yanye was excited and put his hand on her again.
The night is getting quieter and there is nothing to disturb you anymore.
And he could smell her hair, touch her body temperature, and hug her petite body.
The next morning, Zhuo Jian woke up and found himself in his broad arms.
The first thing he wanted to see when he opened his eyes was his chest, and then slowly moved up, she saw his sleeping face clearly.
Then, pounding.
The sound of gunshots sounded inside.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and almost felt that they were when she was pregnant with Chengcheng.
She felt her heart, and when she found that there was no repulsion in her heart, she quietly put her face there.
His chest was still as warm as ever.
And now he is not cold.
She hugged him without a sound, but just hugged her, and then tears flowed silently down the corners of her eyes.