After reading Fu Yanye’s WeChat, Zhuo Jian quickly left home without changing his clothes.
Not long after, she returned to Shengyuan and saw Fu Yanye standing outside as soon as she got out of the elevator.
She walked over and said, "Chengcheng is inside? Who is taking care of him when you come out?"
"Aunt."
Fu Yanye held her hand and didn't rush to let her in.
Zhuo Jian turned his head and saw him holding him, holding his wrist and trying to push it away, but he held both wrists.
"I'm here to see my son."
"You can't just convict me."
"How dare I convict you? You're overthinking."
Zhuo Jian didn't even look at him, turned his head and looked at the door and told him.
Fu Yanye's wrist holding her was not very tight, but she couldn't break free. His thumb gently stroked the side of her wrist, and his black eyes were looking at her for a long time without leaving.
She is undoubtedly stubborn and a little unreasonable.
But he just couldn't get angry, and he even felt distressed.
"Can you stay tonight for your son's sake?"
Fu Yanye whispered and asked.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, and when he looked up at him, his heart became hot.
“I sleep in the guest room.”
When Fu Yanye saw that she was willing to look at him, he continued to give in.
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian lowered his head and asked him: "When will you hold me like this?"
“…”
"I want to see my son first."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and murmured.
Fu Yanye touched her wrist and finally let go of her reluctantly for a long time.
To be honest, she didn't have a hysterical argument with him, and he was a little surprised.
Zhuo Jian went inside after he let go.
"Ahem, ahem."
She went upstairs and heard her son's cough outside the children's room.
She quickly walked to open the door and walked in.
"Mommy."
"Young Madam, you are back. The young master is catching a cold and coughing a little hard."
"I heard that, have you ever been fed?"
"I've fed it, the young master personally."
The aunt has stood up and returned to her.
Zhuo Jian sat down beside the bed and carried Chengcheng into his arms: "Baby, mother, please see if there is any fever?"
"Yeah, ahem."
Chengcheng nodded and coughed twice while pinching his throat.
Zhuo Jian was a little nervous when he was coughing. He just looked down at him and heard him "cough cough" twice, raised his hand to touch his forehead, not burning.
"I will go out first when the young lady comes. If you have any questions, call me."
Auntie said.
Zhuo Jian nodded, and when the aunt walked to the door, she remembered and asked, "Has Chengqing Chengli returned?"
"Oh, I'm back and asleep in their children's room."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Zhuo Jian thanked again, and after the aunt left, she looked down at Chengcheng again.
"Ahem."
The long eyelashes of the orange trembled and coughed again.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
Fu Yanye came up from downstairs and saw Chengcheng lying in her arms and coughing. He smiled in his phoenix eyes, and then he walked in seriously: "Dad did not break his promise, please find your mother."
"Ahem, dad is so great, mommy, Chengcheng wants to sleep with you."
Chengcheng hugged Zhuo Jian and refused to leave.
"Okay, let's sleep together."
Zhuo Jian agreed, then turned to the table and searched.
Fu Yanye looked at the place she was looking at and looked at her again, "The medicine has been put back into the medicine box. The doctor said it is not very serious. Just drink more water. It's better to take less medicine."
Zhuo Jian also felt that what he said made sense and agreed: "Yes."
"Mommy, I'm going to sleep with your daddy's room, okay?"
Chengcheng asked, holding Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian replied to him pampered: "Of course, mommy will bring you there."
"Well, don't want mommy to hug you, dad."
Chengcheng turned his head to look at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye's eyebrows and eyes moved, and walked forward with his long legs: "Okay, you are the worst when you are sick, so just dad will hug him."
Before Zhuo Jian could react, Fu Yanye had already reached into her arms to hug Chengcheng.
His hands were a little cold, and he accidentally touched her chest, and Zhuo Jian blushed in embarrassment.
But Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes, "Sorry."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was speechless.
What's the point of apologizing for this? You didn't mean it.
Besides, if you don’t say something, wouldn’t it be better to just go through it like this?
"I'll carry Chengcheng back to the room. Can you find an aunt to help you soak your feet with Chinese medicine?"
Fu Yanye asked her for her opinion when she picked up Chengcheng.
Chengcheng's room is not small, but it is still a little worse than the master bedroom. At this time, the father and son stood in front of her like a mountain. She was a small one, sitting by the bed and nodding quietly, "Yes,
.”
At this time, if she looked up, she could see that Fu Yanye was looking at her with a strong and indelible tenderness.
But she raised her eyes after Fu Yanye took Chengcheng out, then took her cell phone and followed her out.
Fu Yanye put Chengcheng on the bed, and Chengcheng patted the side where he had been sleeping: "Dad is here."
Zhuo Jian's steps inward slowed down unconsciously. Fu Yanye sat down and looked up at Zhuo Jian.
"Mommy is here."
Chengcheng pointed to another direction.
Zhuo Jian sat down as he spoke, "Okay, mommy is here, are we, baby, too, are we, the ones who are in lie down?"
"yes!"
Chengcheng agreed cutely, and then fell backwards all of a sudden.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously reached out to follow his head, and Fu Yanye also subconsciously moved, and the two of them overlapped under the head of the orange.
But Zhuo Jian's hands were wrapped in his.
Fu Yanye looked straight at her with black eyes, and she glared at him and reminded him with her eyes that it was time to let go.
Fu Yanye slowly let go after she cast her eyes on him.
Her hands were warmer, at least warmer than when she first came in.
After Chengcheng lay down, the two of them fell asleep, Chengcheng hugged their hands and did not let go after falling asleep.
Zhuo Jian felt sweat on the back of his hands, and the warmth in his palm was pressed against her.
But when I looked up, I saw that he seemed to be asleep.
Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly became warmer, then he looked down at the hands of the three of them put together, and gently pulled his hand away.
When she went to the bathroom, she gently closed the door, then took the toothbrush and pinched the toothpaste, and unconsciously looked at Fu Yanye's toothbrush.
Of course I don't know how many toothbrushes have been replaced, but...
When she brushed her teeth, she accidentally saw the woman in the mirror. She asked herself, are you still angry?
He always used tricks on her.
No matter when.
How can you not be angry?
But every time I saw him, he would have a way to make her swallow her anger.
Over time, she felt that she was the one who was angry.
Suddenly, what Ouyang Ping said to her when she was having dinner with her suddenly appeared in her mind, "In marriage, husband and wife are complementary, so there must be something tolerant..."
After brushing his teeth, Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly. Before he could come back to his senses, he suddenly heard the door ringing and looked at the door in the mirror with a sharp look.
"You didn't bring your pajamas."
Fu Yanye was holding her pajamas in his hand, the super sexy piece.