He muttered seriously, a little unsure whether he was misleading.
Before the two entered the private room, Yan solemnly stopped and asked Fu Yanye: "Is the businessman's surname Liu?"
Fu Yanye felt that it was abnormally serious and looked at him, "Yes."
"Ha, then you have to be careful."
Yan Zheng thought that this was not a bad fate.
"Explanation."
Fu Yanye doesn't like to go around the corner.
"That Mr. Liu wanted to raise A Jian at a high price when he just came back to work."
“…”
"Hey, you have lost your memory. I will tell you in detail later. Now I will help me solve the old men in it."
The two brothers quickly reached an agreement and pushed the door into the house.
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The old house of the Fu family.
After Fu Yanye returned, it was almost midnight and went straight to the bedroom.
Zhuo Jian was already asleep on the bed.
He walked over and squatted slowly in front of her, looking at her sleeping look with the light of the bedside lamp she left for him.
How many words are there in their past?
How many years have he not expressed his opinion but has been dominating her, making her compromise?
"Fu Yanye."
In his sleep, the soft voice calls his name.
Fu Yanye's heart felt warm as he listened to the voice.
He is here.
He subconsciously wanted to speak, but in the end he just sat on the carpet and guarded her.
Zhuo Jian opened his eyes in the morning and saw his broad chest.
He was warm in his arms, she raised her eyes, looked at him in a daze, and then closed her eyes against his chest.
Um?
When did he come back?
Zhuo Jian woke up and continued to look up at him.
His jawline was so perfect that she couldn't help but want to touch it, but before she could take action, the man with a beautiful jawline woke up and he smiled.
Zhuo Jian's heart was pounding when he smiled.
"nice?"
His thin lips moved slightly.
"Um."
Zhuo Jian didn't know where he was asking.
Anyway, they all look pretty good.
Fu Yanye's dark long eyelashes were lifted, and his dark eyes were as gorgeous as obsidian, looking at her.
Zhuo Jian was even more moved.
"Good morning."
He had a slightly hoarse voice, and after he finished speaking, he made himself look at her in a state of equal ejaculation, and then looked at her again.
Zhuo Jian felt warm in his heart and felt that he was a little strange this morning.
Um……
A bit too much, gentle, and understanding?
"Good morning, did Brother Yan Zheng's matter be resolved last night?"
Zhuo Jian thought, is it related to last night?
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, approached her, and gently kissed her lips with thin lips.
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled. Before he could retreat, Fu Yanye's warm palm had already fixed the back of her head, deepening the kiss again.
Zhuo Jian gently pushed his shoulder, Fu Yanye left her a little, and looked at her: "What's wrong?"
"I'm going to ask you what's wrong?"
She asked him in a soft voice.
Only then did Fu Yanye realize that he was emotional early in the morning, and couldn't help but smile and continue to kiss her.
Zhuo Jian: "…"
OK, kiss it first.
Zhuo Jian feels that after many years, from young to older, from little girls to married mothers, she still likes Fu Yanye’s lips.
Well, he has few love words.
But he has good skills.
She likes to kiss him, and every time he kisses her, she makes her furious.
Zhuo Jian felt that he would have to put on him for the rest of his life, and it was hopeless.
Because she is obsessed with his face and his figure.
As long as he stops not trusting her, she can even leave her alone.
Fu Yanye's kiss was not as simple as before.
Zhuo Jian felt that his clothes were loose, so he was alert and held his strong wrist with both hands, "Fu Yanye."
His kiss moved down her lips and teeth, and Zhuo Jian leaned his neck, and was almost breathless when he was kissed.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye's hoarse voice was just following his heart.
"This baby is different from before."
Zhuo Jian looked at the roof with big eyes and said to him insecure.
Fu Yanye stopped.
Yes, she is pregnant.
It's been more than five months.
What is he doing?
Before I could remember her, I wanted to do this to her at such a time?
He suddenly felt that he was really a beast, but looking at her bulging belly, his lips fell down again.
Zhuo Jian held his wrist and did not loosen until his lips gently kissed her belly.
His kiss was very light, even very precious?
Zhuo Jian felt that it might be her own fantasy.
Fu Yanye gently lay on her lower abdomen.
"My daughter seems to be calling me."
Fu Yanye suddenly whispered.
Zhuo Jian raised his neck hard and looked at him, "Really? What did she say?"
"She said she likes dad."
Fu Yan returns at night.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help laughing.
"Of course she likes dad, and her dad has been looking forward to her arrival."
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye listened, and his heart was filled with emotions.
"Of course, you've wanted a daughter since your first child."
Zhuo Jian lay back again, looked at the roof, and remembered their past.
At that time, she was studying outside and he often went with her, so he said he wanted a daughter.
Sure enough, after the birth of the Chengbao, he was disgusted on the surface.
His dream of wanting a princess ended like that.
Later he didn't think he would have a second child so soon, but...
Well, now she thought, or it wasn't an accident.
It is destined.
Chengqing Chengli came to their house, including the one in her belly now.
None of them are accidents.
Now that he was lying on her belly and talking softly to the baby who should be a girl, Zhuo Jian felt that the child would definitely be very happy after birth.
Grandpa, great-grandma, and three brothers, parents, all love her.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but put his hands on Fu Yanye's hair, and his fingers were entangled between his black hair.
This kid has no treatment for the past.
Fu Yanye returned to her side, and his eyes looked at her more gentle.
He supported his arm on the pillow, raised his shoulders and looked at her, his black eyes as warm as spring breeze, "Actually, what I want more is you."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled.
What he said and what he said, I don’t know if he wanted it.
Fu Yanye's eyes had a certain purpose and temptation.
Zhuo Jian looked away: "It's time to get up, let's have breakfast with her parents and grandparents."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, but did not move.
His hands gently stroked her hot skin, and a scent of fragrance spread from his fingertips.
"Bang bang."
The door was knocked twice from outside.
Fu Yanye looked at the door in a blink of an eye.
"It should be my son."
"Mommy, Dad, get up."
It was indeed Chengcheng, who led his two younger brothers to smash the door outside.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye sighed helplessly and looked at Zhuo Jian with laughter and tears: "Has he always been like this before?"
"Get up quickly."
Zhuo Jian thought, if you don’t open the door directly for you now, just laugh.
Fu Yanye thought of the past when Chengcheng loved to run to their room, and she really smiled. What can they do, children?
But now the soft fragrance is in my arms and the quilt is warm, so he really reluctant to leave.
Zhuo Jian's face became hot again when he saw it, "Hurry up..."
Fu Yanye's lips fell on her lips again, sealing all her urging back.
Still interrupted again, Fu Yanye was a little discouraged and reached out to grab the annoying cell phone and connected: "Hey?"
Zhuo Jian wiped his mouth and looked at the phone he put in his ear. Well, it's hers.