Fu Yanye understood that Zhuo Jian must have been used to coaxing him to sleep and kissing him, so he went forward helplessly and kissed him on the forehead.
For some reason, Zhuo Jian's appearance suddenly appeared in his mind.
It is said that he had ruthlessly snatched Chengcheng from Zhuo Jian before, but how could he be so cruel at that time?
Fu Yanye thought that he must have been angry too.
But as a man, how can you bully a woman so much?
And she is a woman that is so important in her life.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and gently touched the back of Chengcheng's head.
However, he was distracted for two minutes, and Chengcheng was already asleep beside him, and he slept soundly.
Fu Yanye looked down at Chengcheng's sleeping look, and couldn't help but add a warm smile to his eyes.
——
Zhuo Jian finished writing a manuscript and submitted it to him. After submitting it, he found an unread email in his email. He saw that the number was a bit familiar, so he clicked it and found that it was Sheng Xin.
Sheng Xin said: "I apologize again sincerely and ask for a blacklist."
After looking at it, Zhuo Jian put his phone aside, without any stinginess.
After lying down, she saw her two young sons sleeping so well, and soon she entered her dream.
But later, she dreamed of Lin Ruxiang in her dream.
"Do you think you can really kill me? You're not afraid to tell you that I'm immortal. Moreover, if I die, Yan Ye will never forgive you for the rest of his life. If you don't believe me, try it."
Lin Ruxiang sat in a wheelchair, and her eyes looked gloomy, as if she was...
ghost?
Zhuo Jian suddenly opened his eyes, and Lin Ruxiang's eyes could not be removed in his mind for a long time.
Is that person Lin Ruxiang?
I always feel that that person has a different aura from Lin Ruxiang, but if that is not Lin Ruxiang, who can it be?
Could Lin Ruxiang really be immortal? Or was she originally transformed into a cat?
A cat has nine lives and will not die even if it falls from a high building.
What's more, Lin Ruxiang has changed his heart.
The next morning, she got up and hugged Chengqing out. Fu Yanye went out with Chengcheng in her arms. When the two of them looked up, they looked at each other.
Zhuo Jian said, looking at Chengcheng pouting her mouth, then leaned over and kissed him.
Chengcheng smiled contentedly.
Fu Yanye frowned. What did he just see?
This kid asked him for a kiss on his forehead, but asked him about a woman's kiss like this intimate one?
Don’t you know what is different between men and women?
Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian again, and Zhuo Jian was already holding Cheng Qing and walked to the other side, ignoring him at all.
Chengcheng looked up at his father again and thought: Hey, this man is so pitiful, and mommy ignores him.
Fu Yanye lowered his head, looked at him coldly, and reminded him in disgust: "I am not allowed to kiss your mom's mouth in the future."
"Why?"
Chengcheng looked at him with her simple big eyes and asked her with dissatisfaction.
"There is a difference between men and women. You have grown up, understand?"
“…”
Chengcheng didn't understand, and nodded to him with only a few understandings, as if it would be useless if it couldn't speak.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything more. There was a little guy wearing clothes in the master bedroom. He walked in with Chengcheng in his arms.
"Orange Chest."
Chengcheng called her brother when she got on the bed.
Fu Yanye frowned again, yes, he has not yet identified which one is Chengqing and that is Chengli. After hearing Chengcheng shouted, he raised his hand to pick up Chengli's little hand and looked at it.
There is indeed a chestnut on the small pendant that is worn.
How did this guy tell me clearly?
"Our young master is also a very handsome day today."
The aunt praised after putting on the clothes of the orange lily.
"Oh, I'm still the handsomest."
Chengcheng tilted his head and looked at Chengli, sighing, muttering the little adult's appearance.
Both the aunt and Fu Yanye looked at him, and then smiled helplessly.
Fu Yanye even raised his hand and wiped Chengcheng's little head. This kid is so cute.
Later, he went to the kitchen on the second floor by himself. He saw Zhuo Jian brewing milk powder for Chengqing and just handed it over to him. Chengqing was already holding the bottle and drinking milk, while she leaned on the glass platform to admire her baby son.
Fu Yanye looked at Chengqing again and walked over.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, and moved away at once.
"morning."
Fu Yanye suddenly said hello and leaned against her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, "Mr. Fu Zao."
“…”
Fu Yanye turned his head to look at her. This woman is really, his explanation is useless to her?
She still doesn't believe him?
"Does your arm still hurt?"
Fu Yanye looked down at her arm and gently held her hands.
Zhuo Jian immediately struggled back, then quickly turned around and walked out of the back of the glass platform, stood behind the corner with his hands wrapped around his chest and looked at him: "You don't have to worry about it."
"you……"
Fu Yanye looked at her unreasonable appearance and sighed helplessly for a while, then raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.
Zhuo Jian was still angry, but when he saw him like that, his heart trembled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Headache."
Fu Yanye frowned and said.
Zhuo Jian was even more excited and immediately walked to him. While his head wanted to see his appearance clearly, Fu Yanye lowered his head and ignored her.
"Why are you having a headache again? Come and sit down."
Zhuo Jian said and helped him to do it in the bar chair at the back.
Chengqing sat in a child's chair and drank with her breasts, then stared at his parents with her simple big eyes.
The eyes were filled with disappointment with my mother and helplessness with my father.
"Let me see where it hurts, I'll help you rub it."
Zhuo Jian whispered, holding up his face.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, but his face was still a little bad.
Zhuo Jian's worried thumb was swaying to both sides in the middle of his forehead.
The thin waist was suddenly easily held by both hands.
Zhuo Jian stopped his movements, and Qingmou wanted to explore something from his eyes.
Fu Yanye said lightly: "Continue."
"Fu Yanye, don't lie to me."
Zhuo Jian reminded him while massaged him, but there was no anger in his words.
"Why do you want to lie to you when you have a headache?"
Fu Yanye asked again, just opened his legs and controlled her inside.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, feeling that he was completely trapped by him.
Chengqing continued to drink her own milk, knowing that she was at the bottom, muttering: "Mama."
Zhuo Jian turned his head and saw his son looking for her. He immediately looked at Fu Yanye's order: "Let go."
Fu Yanye reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at her and asked her: "Can you not be angry? I swear I really don't worry about her."
"But I'm just angry."
Zhuo Jian also expressed his thoughts.
She was just very angry.
It seems that when Lin Ruxiang is involved, she will easily get angry.
It was obviously very tolerant before.
What's wrong now?
Fu Yanye looked at her unbearably, without any help.
And in the end, she let her go and hug her son and leave his sight.
——
After breakfast, the two of them drove to work. In the morning meeting, the senior management suddenly suggested, "Zhuo Jian, give you a temporary task and interview Ruxiang."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked up at the senior executive.
A colleague whispered in her ear: "It must be to create topics."
"If you really don't want to change people, you can do it, but it's better for you."