"You, you, your wife has your daughter in her belly."
Zhuo Jian thought, you should be more handsome, boss.
When Fu Yanye saw her belly, he really nodded: "Okay."
Zhuo Jian saw that he really opened the cabinet and found a pajamas to put on it before relaxing.
Then……
He got into bed.
Zhuo Jian kept looking at him, but he ignored him. After getting on the bed, he lifted the quilt she covered and crawled in.
"Fu, Fu Yanye."
Zhuo Jian held it in one breath and stuttered a little.
"Um?"
Fu Yanye agreed.
His feet were a little cold. As soon as he touched her legs, her hair stood up and he quickly moved it away.
She moved very quickly, and Fu Yanye seemed to have not felt it.
But later, she saw him lying beside her.
And he was lying close to her.
His hands gently stroked her lower abdomen.
It seems that I am already familiar with this action.
Zhuo Jian was a little stunned, "You..."
"Say hello to my daughter."
“…”
OK, since you are going to say hello to your daughter.
Zhuo Jian felt that he could not stop him from greeting the child, even if the child was still in her belly.
"Let's give her a name?"
Fu Yanye suddenly proposed.
It seemed that the room suddenly became quiet, or because of this topic, they were all calmed down.
They haven't talked about anything well for a long time.
Zhuo Jian's eyelashes moved, looking at him curiously, for the time being, forgot about the sudden intimacy between the two, "What's the name?"
"Chengcheng, Chengqing Chengli, do you like to eat sweet things this time, orange sweet?"
“…”
He still remembers that she likes sweet foods?
Zhuo Jian felt like he was suddenly poured into honey.
But I still couldn't help staring at him and asked, "Would it be too casual?"
"You can think of the names of the three brothers, why is the orange sweet so casual?"
Fu Yanye asked her patiently.
"That's not my fault. Their big names were all chosen by grandpa and dad. You said you could take them with me and have fun with them."
Zhuo Jian explained.
"Yeah?"
Fu Yanye doubted this answer. Would he be so indulging her to give this name?
I am really afraid that when his son grows up, others will think that their son likes to eat oranges, and then give them a mountain of oranges.
but……
Fu Yanye looked at her and thought to himself, fortunately, there are really people at home who like to eat.
"Of course, otherwise how could it be my turn to name it?"
Zhuo Jian explained.
After hearing this, Fu Yanye thought about it for a while and couldn't help asking her: "As you said, I never trust you, so I shouldn't be so indulgent. How can you give it so casually.
What about the son’s name?”
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him dumbly, and the moment he suddenly appeared in his mind when he gave Chengcheng a nickname.
At that time, he still had feelings for her.
Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered many things in the past. He had been flying abroad to see her.
In order to cooperate with her time abroad, she also adjusted her work and rest time.
Did he really love her at that time?
It is said that love can be achieved overnight.
Or did he really love her at some point?
It’s just that love is like a brilliant fireworks too short.
"If you don't like it, you can think about it again. It doesn't mean that this one is settled. We can think about it a few more."
Fu Yanye saw that she suddenly felt a little disappointed, worried that she would think of unpleasant things and continue the topic just now.
"Think about a few more? Strawberries? Cherries?"
Zhuo Jian quickly came back to his senses and thought of the fruit she liked to eat when she was pregnant with this baby.
"You are a writer, can't you give our daughter a serious name?"
"Then you might have had any misunderstandings about the writing workers."
Zhuo Jian looked at him and said.
Fu Yanye listened and smiled helplessly, got up and found a comfortable position to lean against the head of the bed, and easily hugged her into his arms with both hands, "That's too casual."
"What did you call it?"
Zhuo Jian continued to wait quietly.
I wonder what unintentional words he could take out.
"Crispy."
Fu Yanye looked at her and soon after, he only read one word.
"Crispy? Which Crispy? How did you say it?"
Zhuo Jian was confused and did not notice that he was in his arms at all.
Fu Yanye's hands were already wrapped around the end of her hair, and his heart suddenly became curved, hot and crisp.
"Zhuo Jian?"
"Um?"
"You are really..."
He suddenly lowered himself to her ear.
Those words came out, Zhuo Jian felt a little hot when he heard them.
"I don't want your life. I hope you can live well and accompany your child...ah."
Zhuo Jian explained immediately.
But before he finished speaking, he bit her shoulder again.
"Fu Yanye, it hurts."
“…”
There was no sound in response to her, only Fu Yanye soothed and kissed her.
Later she couldn't help but hum: "Your daughter protested."
"How did you protest?"
"She kicked me."
"That's not protesting me, that's protesting you."
Fu Yanye slowly walked along her shoulders and went to her neck, then murmured in her ears, and sucked her earlobe.
"Protest me?"
Zhuo Jian tilted his head aside and looked at him in discomfort.
Fu Yanye looked at her: "Yes, who made her suffer from the separation of her parents?"
“…”
"It's you."
Fu Yanye looked straight at her with black eyes, but after saying that, he wanted to lower his head.
Zhuo Jian immediately raised his hand to cover his bitten shoulder.
You must not be bitten by him again.
At least not tonight.
Seeing her so guarded, Fu Yanye smiled, then turned over and lay beside her. He said nothing else, just one sentence: "Come here, come to my arms."
“…”
Zhuo Jian thought to himself, I won’t go.
Order me less.
Fu Yanye turned his head, looked at her, and repeated: "Come here."
"I don't, I refuse to bed with you, I refuse to be with you, um."
Before he could say that, he suddenly came to her, pinched her jaw, and sucked her soft lips directly on her soft lips.
Zhuo Jian hummed sadly, but Fu Yanye immediately took her lips and snatched it.
It really hurts.
However, on such a quiet night, the person who kissed her had no intention of stopping.
until……
"Bite me?"
He touched his lips, saw the blood on his fingertips and looked at her irritably, and the next second, he pinched her chin and kissed her more intensely.
"Fu Yanye."
Her vague voice.
No matter how she yelled, Fu Yanye just kissed her first, then pressed her forehead, breathing unbearably, enduring, and murmured: "Zhuo Jian, when do you want to torture me?"
She is really about torture him to death.
"I'll torture you?"
Zhuo Jian asked.
“…”
Fu Yanye suddenly thought of something and no longer explained, but just chewed on her shoulders again.
She said she was fat, but there was no meat on her shoulders, so it was very fragrant.
Zhuo Jian was so scared that he couldn't even care about the minimum reserve. "Hmph, it hurts, Fu Yanye, can you not bite me?"