Zhuo Jian was stunned and couldn't help but wonder who told him.
"I saw it when my son opened the door this morning."
“…”
"Good night."
Fu Yanye looked at her surprised expression and did not explain more.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but tremble his long eyelashes after watching him enter the opposite side.
That brat.
I don't know if I have hidden points when entering the password.
After Zhuo Jian returned home, his aunt prepared a midnight snack for her. Zhuo Jian sat in the restaurant and savored the soup. The aunt asked, "Madam, do you want to send a bowl of soup to the young master?"
Zhuo Jian stopped drinking soup and suddenly thought that he had waited for her to get off work until now.
She had eaten at the stage once, where was he?
Zhuo Jian glanced at the six or seven Xiaodie on the table and said, "You make your own decision."
The aunt looked at her and smiled and said, "Then I'll send some to the young master."
Zhuo Jian didn't say anything anymore, lowered his head and continued to drink the soup.
The aunt walked out with some side dishes and soup rice, and Zhuo Jian looked out quietly.
He might be cooking by himself.
After all, he loves cooking so much.
Thinking about the two of them tugged tonight, she even vomited him all over.
Should he be taking a shower now?
But the aunt knew the password on the other side, so she was very relieved.
Fu Yanye was still standing in the bathroom after taking a shower. The big white bath towel covered his lower body, but his broad shoulders were full of beauty.
He lowered his head, and suddenly his mind saw her delicate and resentful eyes when she was in his arms, her fragrant smell that made him almost crazy, and her slightly pouted mouth because she was angry.
Until the door outside was knocked, he came to his senses when he thought of his desire to kiss her.
After Fu Yanye went out, he saw the aunt wearing an apron standing at the door with food. The aunt was also surprised, but soon turned her face away and said naturally: "Young master, the young lady asked me to bring you some food.
”
Seeing that the aunt was not uncomfortable, Fu Yanye knew that she had probably not been seen like this before, so he walked over and looked at her, then questioned: "Are you sure she is so kind?"
"Young Master, the young lady actually cares about you very much. She just talks hard in front of you."
"Put it downstairs restaurant, I'll go eat later."
"good."
The aunt left quickly.
Fu Yanye put on his nightgown, and after going downstairs, the aunt had already left. He sat at the dining table and looked at the food.
He didn't believe she would be so kind.
He even deliberately vomited him all over.
Do you want to see him freaking out?
Fu Yanye had no appetite, so he drank some soup and went to the sofa. The TV turned on, and then the phone turned on.
The video in the email was retried.
It was all videos of them entering and leaving office buildings, hotels, and homes together a few years ago.
He really didn't realize that he liked it so much...
Although the video was unclear, he could also feel that his eyes looked at her were unusual.
Even when standing with her, it is different.
He always likes to be close to her, no matter where he is.
Of course, they also hold hands with each other.
They laughed and jogged in the video, and even...
And kissing.
Fu Yanye looked at it, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and his sexy lips moved slightly.
They're not just kissing.
His eyes were fixed on the screen and he didn't move until the door was opened, and a little guy walked in with a Winnie bear in his arms, "Dad."
Fu Yanye immediately turned off his phone and asked him: "Has he been driven out again?"
Chengcheng looked at him pitifully and soon came to his arms.
Fu Yanye lay on the sofa and put Chengcheng in his arms.
The two of them were covered with blankets, and Chengcheng slept quickly beside him.
Fu Yanye listened to Chengcheng's even breathing, couldn't help but look down and gently touched Chengcheng's head with his hands.
When this kid fell asleep, he was a big baby.
——
The next morning.
"Ah Yeh."
"Ah Yeh."
The two of them caught a cold together.
Zhuo Jian stood in front of the sofa, looking at the father and son who were sneezing while drinking cold medicine, couldn't help but question: "So why sleep on the sofa?"
Chengcheng didn’t know the reason, but his father was here, so he fell asleep for no reason, so he looked at Fu Yanye.
My father is more responsible for the explanation.
"Later, I was sleepy and unwilling to move."
Fu Yanye gave an explanation and was very calm.
"You don't want to move when you are sleepy? You seem to be very proud? Didn't you see your son catch a cold?"
"Fortunately, I didn't have a fever, so I just need some medicine."
Fu Yanye said and looked at Chengcheng again.
"Dad is right."
Chengcheng nodded in agreement with his father's comparison, and thought that what his father said was quite reasonable.
Zhuo Jian was so angry that he was dizzy and sat next to him, "Do you still want him to have a fever?"
"Do you only care about your son, not your husband?"
Fu Yanye was a little dissatisfied.
Since she came in, she hasn't asked a question about whether he is good or not, and she has been blaming him for not taking good care of his son.
"Ha, really, I found that Mr. Fu is so naive now. Why do I care about you? You are in your thirties, and you are still a bastard."
Regardless of whether the aunt came here from her house with fruit, she just said it.
"Dad, don't say it better than you, mommy is still angry with you."
The soft and well-behaved voice reminded Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye frowned, sighed unconsciously, put down the cup, and nodded: "Okay, I shut up, it's all my fault."
Zhuo Jian saw him lying down again suddenly, and the sun shone on his face a little, and it didn't look very good.
"Dad, do you want to sleep again?"
Chengcheng looked at him in a blink of an eye and said carelessly.
"Um."
Fu Yanye reluctantly agreed and pressed his dry and hot eyes with his arms.
After taking the cold medicine, Chengcheng moved to Fu Yanye, stretched out her soft little hand to touch his head, and then suddenly buried her hand in her arms, "Ah, dad is more hot than his head."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at Chengcheng's exaggerated little appearance and his heart trembled.
Chengcheng then touched her forehead again, then turned to look at Zhuo Jian, "Mommy, what should I do if my dad has a fever?"
"Didn't he just take the medicine? Come here, don't be infected by him."
Zhuo Jian greeted his son.
"Oh, then we don't care about dad?"
"He is an adult and will take good care of himself. Let's leave."
Zhuo Jian held Chengcheng's hand and said that, then took Chengcheng away.
Not long after, the door handle was closed and made a click. Fu Yanye turned to the sofa, and felt even more heartbreaking.
He is an adult, so he doesn't need to be taken care of?
"Young Master, do you want to go to the hospital?"
The aunt asked worriedly.
"Need not."
Somehow, my throat suddenly became hoarse.
"Then, call me if you have something to do."
Seeing that he didn't want to be disturbed, the aunt left.
Fu Yanye covered his head with a blanket. He really didn't want to see anyone anymore.
The woman really didn't care about him from beginning to end.