Zhuo Jian glanced at him, but he just glanced at him.
She just walked in front.
Don't mess with him.
"There will be a cocktail party tomorrow, can you go with me?"
He was on her up the stairs, always, enough to hear clearly when she was talking.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while and agreed: "But I can't drink."
"The whole world knows that Mrs. Fu's wife has just finished giving birth. Who dares to force you to drink?"
Fu Yanye told her like he was chatting.
Zhuo Jian heard the meaning of not allowing others to challenge him.
"That line."
Zhuo Jian responded casually.
Then……
"Good morning Mommy, dad better morning."
The twins stopped and greeted them.
"Good morning!"
Zhuo Jian hadn't finished his speech yet, and he was unprepared.
The scarf on his neck was suddenly pulled, tight and loose.
She covered her neck conditionedly and turned to look at the culprit who removed her scarf.
There were dense kiss marks on her neck left and right, and in front.
The elders were sitting on the sofa, and the children were even more in front of them. What did he want to do?
Does he not understand why she wears a scarf?
And the babies did stop at this time, looking at her with big eyes that were so pure that they could not be more pure.
"Mommy, Dad is better than planting strawberries for you."
"many."
"Mommy, does it hurt?"
Chengqing moved in small steps and tiptoed to her to touch her neck.
Zhuo Jian spread his hair awkwardly and grabbed Chengqing's little hand: "It doesn't hurt. Mommy was actually not planting strawberries, but she was bitten by a mosquito last night."
Chengqing Tian really listened, Chengli didn't care much, he wanted to continue playing, but Chengcheng...
"cut!"
Chengcheng ran away.
"Oh, let me see how big a mosquito is? It's just that I bit people so hard?"
Wang Yue came out of the kitchen and saw Zhuo Jian covering his neck from a distance, listening to Zhuo Jian's words and asking.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red, "Mom, morning."
She was embarrassed and wanted to find a hole to crawl into it, and quietly looked at the scarf that Fu Yanye wrapped around her hand.
Why did he suddenly pull her scarf?
"It's early."
Wang Yue looked at her in a good mood, and then walked happily towards the sofa.
The old lady and Wang Yue looked at each other, and then both of them laughed softly.
The old man was reading the newspaper without thinking much. When he saw them laughing, he asked, "Why are you laughing at?"
"Just happy."
The old lady said that she knew Wang Yue's appearance and continued to laugh secretly.
Zhuo Jian is very helpless.
She could say that he was very strong and trapped her, and then she was afraid of being heard, so she didn't dare to be too noisy.
I felt so densely kissed at that time, and I could feel the pain a few times before, but gradually I felt heartbroken and didn't know how much it was. I saw it when I went to the bathroom in the morning. She was scared to death, but unexpectedly, everyone
So happy.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but turn his head and glar at Fu Yanye, then snatched the scarf.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and raised his master silently.
Zhuo Jian tiptoed to grab it, Fu Yanye held her wrist and stared at her with black eyes.
The two seemed to be performing a silent silent drama.
No one wants to be heard.
But obviously one was intentional, and the other was really anxious.
Fu Yanye put the scarf behind his back, and Zhuo Jian's arm passed through his waist. His weak arms made him feel itchy and he directly grabbed her into his arms.
Zhuo Jian felt that he had bumped into it, and it hurt so much that he was waiting for him in anger, and asked him with his eyes what he was going to do.
Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but just looked at her eyes that were crystal clear. She was obviously angry. She suddenly felt a little distressed and lowered her eyes and kissed her.
Zhuo Jian moved away subconsciously.
Fu Yanye didn't understand, but just continued to keep that posture and looked at her.
It may have been more than ten seconds.
Zhuo Jian gradually understood, looked up at his lips, and took the initiative to meet him.
Then her hand grabbed the scarf behind his waist, but she was just about to be glad that the person was entangled tightly. The kiss that was originally just a dragonfly flashed the water turned into a deep kiss.
Zhuo Jian was so nervous that he was dying. Although the children ran away, it was the time when the family was the most crowded, so it was hard to guarantee that everyone would not see it.
They are all old husbands and wives, so what are they doing in the lobby on the first floor?
Zhuo Jian struggled but could only grab the fabric behind him, raise his head, and kiss him a few heartily.
Fu Yanye was a little satisfied and knew that the occasion was not suitable, so he let go of her.
When I looked at her with only a pair of black eyes, it was particularly entangled.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and immediately moved away, took a scarf and tied it around his neck again.
She didn't have a good time to run to the living room now, so she ran into the kitchen.
Wang Yue and the old lady would tease her, but it was okay to use people.
"Young lady, early."
But the chef and aunt who were preparing breakfast inside had obviously watched the scene a long time ago, with joy in their eyes.
"Well, what are you doing?"
Zhuo Jian pretended not to notice, so he just walked to the stove to check it out.
When Fu Yanye went to sit on the sofa, Wang Yue asked, "Are you reconciled?"
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, how could it be so easy to make up?
"No."
Amid everyone's expectations, Fu Yanye said lightly.
"No? How could it be? It's all like that."
Wang Yue doesn't believe it.
The old lady also found it incredible.
The old man continued to read the newspaper, just trying to listen with his ears on his back.
"I've come here forcibly."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, his voice without emotion.
"You are strong..."
Wang Yue was so angry that he almost kicked him.
The old lady frowned even more. The feeling of being happy was really bad.
The old man was quite calm, and his expression seemed to be saying that I knew it was not that easy.
But look at Fu Yanye's face...
The dead pig was not afraid of boiling water, so the old man sighed: "Why do you use force? That's your wife, what does the teacher use for?"
"What?"
Fu Yanye looked at his grandfather in confusion.
"Does it hurt?"
"pain."
The old man threw the newspaper over and smashed it on him, and Fu Yanye admitted that it was painful.
Afterwards, Fu Yanye understood, but how could he not love her?
Haven't you been holding it all the time?
In his memory, the couple had never even truly become one.
If he didn't love her, he would have ignored her when she was pregnant, including last night.
Fu Yanye felt even more uncomfortable during breakfast. The old man and the old lady were wearing wedding rings on their hands, and so did his parents, but the couple had the shortest time to get married, but their hands were empty.
He turned his head to look at her, and saw that she was eating breakfast peacefully without saying a word, and instantly lost her appetite and leaned back.
Fu Zhengzhi glanced at his son, "What's wrong? The food is not suitable for your appetite?"
"It's not very comfortable, I won't eat anymore, I'll go to work."
Fu Yanye simply stood up.
"Not very comfortable? What's wrong with you? Is there another headache?"
Wang Yue became nervous when she heard this.
“…”
Fu Yanye wanted to say no, but when he saw Zhuo Jian looking at him, he suddenly agreed: "Well, there is a little bit, but it's not serious, don't worry, grandparents, parents, I'll go to work first."