"Cut the leaves with scissors to avoid hurting your hands."
Fu Yanye reminded him lightly.
“…”
Zhuo Jian mechanically took the scissors, which was indeed much more comfortable than pinching them with his hands, but he just wanted to take the children back to the old house, why did he suddenly worry that she would hurt her hand?
She thought too much, but didn't ask again.
Fortunately, the two of them have been together for a long time, and even if they don’t have to talk, they will cooperate well in some things.
After dinner, he took the three brothers to take a shower. Zhuo Jian turned on the computer in the study, but after putting on glasses, he suddenly looked at the computer screen and his mind was blank.
What is she going to write?
Where to start?
There is no clue at all.
His mind was full of Fu Yanye.
The problem between the two has no good results, it seems that nothing can be done well.
She lowered her head and pinched her eyebrows. She couldn't deny that she was worried. He would leave her with Chengcheng and Chengqing Chengli after getting angry.
He really would do that.
He had done that before, so that she could not find three sons.
Zhuo Jian's phone rang again, she glanced at it in a blink of an eye and opened it.
"I didn't mean it. If you have a big belly but don't know who the child in your belly is, don't you be in a hurry to get angry?"
Sheng Xin’s WeChat.
Zhuo Jian ignored it.
"And I only know that woman is pregnant, Ah Jane, I sincerely apologize and ask for forgiveness."
"And I have already confessed to the fact that I had hidden the hongcheng before. I felt guilty when I saw you sad. Ah Jian, I promise it will be the last time and I will never again."
One by one on his WeChat account, but Zhuo Jian became more annoyed the more he read it, and the more he listened, he became more annoyed. As soon as he picked up his phone and was about to block him, the door was suddenly opened from outside.
Fu Yanye stood at the door and looked in, then walked in: "Are you talking about WeChat?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian watched him approach, but it was too late to turn off the phone, and even the phone did not have a black screen. She was anxious and her expression became more and more urgent.
Fu Yanye naturally took her cell phone to check it out. His eyes were pretty good. He saw the word Sheng Xin and then stopped talking.
The atmosphere in the study began to become depressing again.
He put his phone back into Zhuo Jian's hand and suddenly smiled, "Why don't you give it back to him?"
“No need to go back.”
Zhuo Jian's eyes do not squint.
"Don't you have to go back or don't you want me to see?"
Fu Yanye looked down at her from a high point, the prelude to the thunderous anger that was about to burst.
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him, saw the hostility on his face, and then smiled slightly: "Then you go out."
"What did you say? I didn't seem to hear it clearly."
Fu Yanye suddenly leaned closer to his ears.
"I said, then you go out, I really don't want to be seen by you."
Zhuo Jian looked at him seriously.
Fu Yanye also stared at her inexplicably, and his smile froze on his face.
Zhuo Jian knew that he might get angry, but he insisted on finding an excuse to argue with her, so there was no need for her to endure it.
"Say it again, what do you don't want me to see?"
Fu Yanye supported the edge of the table with both hands, leaned towards her, and asked again in a low voice.
"Do you really think I want to have something to do with Sheng Xin?"
Zhuo Jian was so sank that he thought about it, and decided to ask him how he felt.
Fu Yanye looked at her and was silent.
"If you really think I have something to do with him, then I don't think I need to explain it any more. You have thrown a knife at me for him, and I don't want to be tortured by you again."
Zhuo Jian said seriously.
It's obviously an explanation, but it's a bit like negotiation.
Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes, "Switched on."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was confused by his three words.
"You said if I think you have anything to him, then what if I think you have nothing to him?"
Fu Yanye then reminded her.
"Then I'll block him immediately."
Zhuo Jian will reply immediately.
His reminder worked, and Zhuo Jian felt that there was a turning point and immediately seized the opportunity.
Fu Yanye's phoenix eyes were half-closed, and his eyes slowly moved to her cell phone.
Zhuo Jian keenly realized his meaning, opened WeChat, and blocked Sheng Xin.
"Is it just blocking WeChat?"
Fu Yanye continued to maintain that position and reminded him calmly.
"No, all."
Zhuo Jian is not pretentious, and all contact information is blocked.
If he can block Sheng Xin and prevent him from turning into a demon, she is willing to execute immediately.
Seeing that she had blocked all the contact information about Sheng Xin, Fu Yanye straightened up with satisfaction, but still looked down at her high.
Zhuo Jian was so guilty that he saw him that he asked carefully: "Is there any other problem?"
The study room was quiet for a few seconds.
Just when Zhuo Jian felt that he might give her a hard blow...
"I need to be sure, there's really no one who can replace me."
Fu Yanye looked down at her and asked.
“Yes, no.”
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and after saying this, he looked at him directly.
She is very firm.
So firm that Fu Yanye felt that these three words were very soothing.
Fu Yanye looked at her without looking as cold as before, but still extremely deep, and asked her: "I will trust you for the time being, where is the son? Why call him dad?"
"My son was ignorant at that time. Have you ever heard a word?"
"What?"
"It's a mother who has milk. For children."
“…”
Fu Yanye frowned, she still had some reason.
"Now Chengcheng no longer remembers him, but he will never forget the fact that you are his father."
The three-year-old child has already remembered it.
"Hmph, he wants to try to forget one."
Fu Yanye was unwilling to give up. If that kid dared to recognize the thief as his father again, he would never let him go.
I remembered that my wife and children called other men their husbands and dads, and he suddenly felt uncomfortable.
"He won't."
Zhuo Jian said softly, he didn't dare to annoy him anymore.
When Fu Yanye saw her cautious and ghostly appearance, his stomach twitched, and he raised his hand to press it.
Zhuo Jian was very worried when he saw his actions and couldn't control himself and care about him. "Are you uncomfortable?"
"Headache."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at the place where he was holding his hands, questioning in his heart.
Fu Yanye noticed her doubts and sighed even more, "The stomach hurts too."
"real?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't believe it.
He always said that he had a headache recently, and he would go to the hospital for examination. Tonight he covered his stomach and said that he had a headache. She really doubted the authenticity of his words.
"Do you think I'll lie to you?"
Fu Yanye asked her dissatisfiedly.
"uncertain."
Zhuo Jian expressed his true thoughts.
Fu Yanye: "Zhuo Jian, don't you think I can use such low-level means to gain sympathy, right?"
“…”
Zhuo Jian didn't refute, but that's what his eyes meant.
"Ha, you really look down on me."
After Fu Yanye said that, he turned around and left.
A loud "bang" sound was heard when the door panel was closed.
Zhuo Jian held up the glasses frame that was sliding down the bridge of his nose.
She really looked down on him.
She respects him very much.
——
Eleven o'clock.
Her cell phone rang again, and only three words were posted on the other end: "Go back to the bedroom."