Zhuo Jian looked at his frowning brow and felt nervous.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes and said, "Sit here."
"Um?"
"Sit down next to me."
He opened his long arms and a low voice.
Zhuo Jian glanced at his open arms, and then realized that the two of them were a little far apart, so he moved over immediately: "The little one is here."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at her playful appearance, raised his hand and gently hung the tip of her nose, and whispered: "Naughty."
Zhuo Jian looked up at him in his arms, amused by the words "naughty".
But Fu Yanye looked at her and felt unbearable, "Do you feel very tired?"
"It's okay, I just drank too much last night and I had a headache."
Zhuo Jian touched his forehead.
Fu Yanye also gently tucked the broken hair on her forehead, lowered his head and fell on her forehead, and was willing to leave after a few seconds.
"First, let's talk about your thoughts on this video?"
"idea?"
"She must not be allowed to frame her casually."
Fu Yanye reminded her.
Zhuo Jian lay in his arms and said, "As you said, using legal means?"
Fu Yanye smiled with relief and couldn't help but kiss her again.
I don't know why, but I think she's very nice to kiss.
Zhuo Jian was confused by the kissing eyes and asked her, "Don't kiss, right? I'm afraid I'm afraid of catching a cold and I'm irresponsible if I infect you."
"Try it irresponsible."
Fu Yanye pinched her chin, whispered a threat, and kissed her lips gently.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but pursed her lips and smirked at him.
Fu Yanye leaned inside, hugged her in his arms, and then continued: "Let our private lawyer do this."
"Our private lawyer? Does our family have one?"
"Min is yours, fool."
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
"My people are all yours, and you can be dispatched at any time, do you understand?"
Fu Yanye said.
"Then can you stop Brother Rui and the others from reporting my whereabouts to you when we quarrel?"
"Um?"
"Then I have no secrets, they are all under your control."
Zhuo Jian pretended to be wronged.
Fu Yanye quickly understood what was going on, and then circled her tightly: "This thing can't satisfy you."
"Why?"
"I want to keep abreast of your dynamics at any time."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a cute look and expressed dissatisfaction.
"Don't even think of escaping from my sight whenever a fight."
Fu Yanye spoke in a low voice, but he didn't say a word, all with his unique domineeringness.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and pressed his heart and rubbed it hard for a few times. He was really angry to death.
Sometimes she was very angry, but sometimes she could do nothing about it. She reached out to put her arm around his waist, "Fu Yanye, just bully me."
"Last night? You begged me last night."
"Fu Yanye, you..."
Zhuo Jian was so scared that he immediately raised his hand to cover his mouth, not allowing him to talk nonsense.
"We are husband and wife, what's the matter with you begging me?"
"I drank too much last night, you are not allowed to mention this again."
Zhuo Jian simply covered his mouth with both hands and frowned and said to him.
It felt like he would talk about this for a long time to come, and her old face was so embarrassing.
Fu Yanye took her hand away and placed it on his waist. He looked at her coquettish and said to her, "It's really done."
"What?"
"I like it to die."
“…”
Zhuo Jian was stunned, and then he welcomed his gentle kiss.
After last night, the relationship between the two seemed to heat up quickly. She hugged his neck softly and kissed him.
"Mommy..."
The little guy upstairs held the book and looked down. He saw from the gap that his parents silently shut up after kissing him.
Zhuo Jian quickly pushed Fu Yanye away and raised his eyes, "Ah?"
No one was seen.
But she heard her heartbeat, pounding, especially strongly.
Fu Yanye glanced upstairs and saw his son.
Chengcheng walked to the steps and sat down, holding the book and stretched out a hand from the gap, "I'm here."
His mother is myopic and can't see him, so he has to help her.
Zhuo Jian immediately stood up and said, "I'll go with my son."
"What about me?"
Fu Yanye quickly grabbed her two fingers and didn't let her go.
"You? You go cook."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, his eyebrows and eyes were full of spoiled and cute devils.
Fu Yanye looked at her with his black eyes half-closed, but the corners of his mouth were already rising.
Who says women who love to behave hate it?
Why is his wife so cute?
Fu Yanye sighed and touched his empty arms. Her temperature quickly disappeared. He got up and prepared supper with his aunt.
But there is one problem with him cooking, and the aunt has to stand outside.
He wouldn't let the aunt go in.
Zhuo Jian went upstairs and sat on the steps with Chengcheng. Chengcheng put the new book she had read in front of her: "Mommy, how do you spell this word?"
"Look at it mommy."
Zhuo Jian hugged him and told him to fight him one by one.
After reading it, Chengcheng couldn't help but smile and complain, "Mommy, you are so stupid."
"Mommy is stupid? Then why are we Chengcheng so smart?"
"Dad is smarter than dad."
Chengcheng told her happily.
"Ah, that's how? Then your dad listens to mommy."
"Dad loves mommy more than he loves."
Chengcheng said with a smile.
“…”
Zhuo Jian suddenly calmed down, but the gentle smile in his eyes remained unchanged. He couldn't help but hold him in his arms. The little guy who almost died that year was now so sensible.
His dad loves her more than he does.
Yeah?
Zhuo Jian looked downstairs to the kitchen. Although he could not see anything, he could also think of him cooking with half of his sleeves in the kitchen. Everything he did was organized, very beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
.
Do he love her like that?
"I'm not allowed to say that Mommy is stupid in the future."
After Zhuo Jian came back to his senses, he pretended to be serious and stared at his orders.
Chengcheng raised his hand to cover his little mouth, but the smile in his pure eyes could not be hidden.
"Bad boy."
As bad as your dad used to.
Didn’t he treat her as a little fool when he was a child?
I remembered the look he looked at her when he was a child. Fortunately, she was five years younger than him. Otherwise, he would have really regarded her as a fool at that time.
Before going to bed, Zhuo Jian received a message and stayed in the sofa in the window and turned on his phone to watch.
"Borrow some reliable and experienced reporters, and take over the family at 1:00 a.m. on the 13th."
It is an unfamiliar number, but it is a family.
Not long after, her mind was shocked. It was Zhang Mingmei.
She looked at the message carefully and confirmed again.
“What are you looking at?”
After taking a shower, Fu Yanye walked to the sofa in a dark silk pajamas, sat down beside her, hugged her in her arms, and gently pressed her face against her hair, asking.
"It should be Sister Mingmei."
Zhuo Jian naturally leaned in his arms, opened his message to him, and said softly.
Fu Yanye glanced at the message and said, "Hao, it seems she is going to move."