Fu Yanye listened and nodded, "Then I'll think of something else."
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him in confusion.
Think of another way?
Is this his character?
Zhuo Jian frowned, and he was a little confused for a moment.
The car stopped at Shengyuan. After Zhuo Jian got out of the car, he saw Fu Yanye coming out from inside. He looked at him in a blink of an eye: "What do you want to do?"
"If you can't be a couple, you'll be a neighbor first."
“…”
Zhuo Jian came over clearly and continued to walk in, and he walked in too.
The two of them stood separately as usual in the elevator, and soon afterwards she turned to look at Fu Yanye.
"Fu Yanye, don't do useless work. If you don't believe me from the bottom of your heart, I won't let you enter the house, and neither will my aunt."
"Cooking rice for you is not OK?"
"no."
It’s okay not to mention cooking, but it’s even more irritating when cooking.
Fu Yanye suddenly got angry again when he saw her, and reminded her: "Be careful that he has a fetal aura."
"If you don't show up, I won't get angry."
Zhuo Jian blocked him.
Fu Yanye looked at her and couldn't help laughing again.
Zhuo Jian was angry when he saw him laughing, "You are not allowed to laugh."
"Okay, no laughter is allowed."
He nodded and agreed, leaving his face open.
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, I'm going to be so angry, why did you still laugh?
Don't care about other people's feelings at all.
Zhuo Jian returned home and Chengcheng and Chengli Chengqing were already at home. The aunt had taken care of the two young men to sleep, but Chengcheng was still waiting for her.
After Zhuo Jian took a shower, the mother and the two were holding each other on the bed. Chengcheng whispered: "Mommy, why don't you let your dad compete with him?"
"Mommy isn't calm yet."
Zhuo Jian said to Chengcheng.
"When will you calm down, mommy? Dad has been living outside by himself, so pitiful."
"Why don't you go and compete with your dad? He's right across from him."
"ah?"
Not long after, Fu Yanye, next door, opened the door and saw a smaller version of him at the door.
Of course, there is also the woman who threatened not to laugh.
She stood opposite her loose pajamas with her hands in her pockets, and said lightly: "This is your own son you admit. He thinks you are sleeping pitiful, so let him sleep with you."
"Dad."
Chengcheng pitifully grabbed Fu Yanye's sleeve.
Fu Yanye looked down at Chengcheng, and then looked at the opposite side again.
Zhuo Jian turned around, walked in, and closed the door casually.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, closed the door here and looked down at Chengcheng: "What's going on?"
"I'm pleading for you, and then I'm driven out by my mommy."
Chengcheng feels that he is so wronged.
How can my dad compares to the bed, which is better than that of mommy?
My dad doesn’t have the same smell as mommy.
But……
He looked up at his father and thought, forget it, this man is so pitiful, so let's spend time with him.
When Fu Yanye saw his son's pitiful eyes, he narrowed his eyes: "Fu Chengqian, put away your pitiful eyes."
"You would have said to me before."
My two words are particularly clear.
Fu Yanye: “…”
Finally, he picked up Chengcheng and walked inside and asked, "What else did I say before?"
"Don't call Dad."
"Hmm? What else?"
"Hehe, no more."
In Chengcheng's little head, those words were particularly clear.
The father and son were lying on the same bed, and Chengcheng hugged in Fu Yanye's arms, "Dad."
"Um?"
"Your body is so cold."
"Is your mommy cold?"
"Mommy's body is warm and fragrant."
“…”
Fu Yanye felt that this kid was sent by Zhuo Jian to punish him.
It's not enough that she tortured him herself, she sent a small one.
But when this little guy fell asleep, he was so cute that he loved it so much.
Fu Chengqian, those twins, the orange clear and orange chestnut?
Let's just send it to him together, so as not to have nothing to do if he has insomnia at night.
Covering his three sons with a quilt should be enough for him to pass the time.
——
The next morning, the father and son stood at the door.
Before entering the password, Chengcheng looked up at him, "Dad, mom said she wouldn't tell you the password, close her eyes."
"Um."
Fu Yanye thought to himself, this kid has a good memory.
The father and the other two entered the door and saw a figure heading straight into the stairs.
Then there was the woman's vomiting sound.
It's very short, but it's painful to hear.
Chengcheng stood there dullly and suddenly didn't dare to move.
Fu Yanye walked to the toilet and stood at the door to look at her: "Do you need help?"
Zhuo Jian heard a familiar voice and turned his head to look at him, "Who told you to come in?"
She tore a tissue and wiped her mouth and asked him.
"son."
“…”
A son rolled his eyes, and then she left him.
She wore a pink sweater and a white knee-length skirt, and her lower abdomen finally showed.
"Mommy, what's wrong with you?"
Chengcheng walked up to her and asked worriedly.
"Your sister, a little naughty."
Zhuo Jian said.
"Ah, it's my sister? Mommy, I want to talk to my sister."
Chengcheng was suddenly happy.
"Okay, come here."
Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa and leaned back.
Chengcheng crawled to her and sat down, lay on her lower abdomen, facing her slightly bulging belly, soft and soft voice: "Sister, don't be naughty, mom is very hard, you have to be obedient, come and follow me soon
Let's meet."
Zhuo Jian looked at him and listened to his words, and became unconsciously moved.
This kid is really sensible.
"And, I'm the eldest brother."
Chengcheng said vigorously.
Zhuo Jian's lips bent, and she didn't look cold again until she saw someone sitting next to them, and then touched Chengcheng's head: "Okay, my sister is already well-behaved, thank you brother for your advice."
"Mommy, sister listen to Chengcheng's words."
Chengcheng looked up at Zhuo Jian and said naively.
"Of course, who dares not listen to what big brother said?"
"Hehe, brother."
Chengcheng was happy, fell backwards, happily folded his hands and imagined the many little princesses at home.
Fu Yanye looked at her lower abdomen, and then looked at her playing with Chengcheng. He knew that he could not think of her arbitrarily.
"What do you see?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand being staring at him all the time, and asked in a blink of an eye.
"I can't let you see it?"
"I didn't let you see it at first? And who asked you to come in? I even sat down."
Zhuo Jian stared at the place where he sat.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, laughing extremely tolerantly, "Chengcheng, tell you mommy, can I sit here?"
"Yes, hehe."
Chengcheng nodded seriously, just looked at Zhuo Jian, and suddenly covered her mouth and smirked.
"You can do it if you say it can? Who has the final say in this family?"
Zhuo Jian looked down at his son and asked.
"Mommy has the final say."
Chengcheng suddenly looked nervous, but in less than three seconds, another sentence suddenly appeared: "Chengcheng second counts."
He also stretched out two cute fingers.
Zhuo Jian smiled speechlessly.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but feel soft when she saw her laughing.
When she cries, he will also be soft-hearted.
Anyway,...
It's very strange.
Some people shed countless tears in front of him and played countless tricks, but they just didn't have any emotional ups and downs.
But looking at her, he can make him magnificent at any time.