Zhuo Jian was eating breakfast boredly at home. She wanted to pick Chengcheng out to play, but she was afraid that her elders would make excuses to keep her.
At this moment, the doorbell suddenly rang, and she subconsciously looked outside.
"Shall we go find where the woman is?"
A familiar voice came from outside, and she continued to listen with her ears straightened.
I couldn't hear it clearly, but it felt a bit familiar, and then I raised my eyes.
"That woman is here, do you still recognize her?"
Fu Yanye was wearing jeans and a black T-shirt, holding Chengcheng in his arms.
That way...
He looks like a handsome young man.
There is no sign of a big boss at all.
As soon as he raised his eyes to look at her, his majesty was immediately revealed in those dark eyes.
"Mom, mom."
Orange eyes finally saw her, and she clapped her hands excitedly and shouted.
The bread in Zhuo Jian's hand suddenly lost its aroma. After putting it down, he slowly stood up. He was pretending not to be moved. Even his voice was a little hoarse. "Why are you here?"
"If you don't come here again, this kid won't even recognize you."
Fu Yanye complained.
I disliked her for not going to see Chengcheng for a whole week.
Zhuo Jian immediately burst into tears. Before they came out, she turned around and wiped them away vigorously.
Fu Yanye came forward with Chengcheng in his arms, and when he saw that there were only bread and soy milk powder on her dining table, he immediately frowned: "You just eat this at home?"
"It's the weekend, just eat whatever you want."
Zhuo Jian held back her tears, muttered and walked around the table to him, wiping her tearful hands on her clothes: "Baby, mom, hold me."
"Mother."
Chengcheng smiled wantonly and stretched out his arms to her.
When her hand accidentally touched Fu Yanye's arms, Zhuo Jian pretended not to notice and just smiled and kissed her son.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, but quickly looked away. He took the plate on the table and went inside, dumped her bread and soy milk powder, and then opened the door from the cabinet above.
Find the noodles if you are familiar with them.
Zhuo Jian hugged Chengcheng and watched him open the refrigerator again to look for eggs and vegetables, and then said, "I'm not hungry anymore."
Looking at my son, nothing matters anymore.
She didn't know why, but when she saw the father and son coming in, she felt like a poor bastard abandoned in a dark room.
"We, father and son, haven't eaten either. Let's make a steamed egg for that kid. Do you want one too?"
Fu Yanye said, turning to look at her.
Zhuo Jian nodded subconsciously, she also wanted to eat.
But after another thought, I didn't dare to say anything more, so I turned around and walked out with Chengcheng in my arms.
Fu Yanye watched her go away helplessly, wishing he could find a rope to tie her up in the kitchen so that she could keep looking at him.
Zhuo Jian and Chengcheng returned to the room. Chengcheng screamed at her mother and drooled as much as a week ago.
She pulled out a paper towel and went to wipe him. Chengcheng reached out immediately and the paper towel tore.
"Mother."
Chengcheng's voice was very loud, and she suddenly called out "Mother", which made Zhuo Jian open her mouth from ear to ear. Then she wiped his mouth with half of the tissue, and tore the other half in his hand to play with.
When Fu Yanye was boiling water, he walked to the door of the bedroom and saw Chengcheng lying on top of Zhuo Jian, his little hands grabbing her heart from time to time.
Zhuo Jian hid twice, hugged him and turned around, letting him lie down, and whispered: "Don't touch him."
Chengcheng didn't seem to hear it, so he still dug into her arms, his hands going directly down from the collar.
this……
"It's right for you mother and son to see each other less."
Before Chengcheng's hand touched in, he was suddenly hugged.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously touched him with her hand, then turned around. When she saw Fu Yanye, she stood up and pulled her shirt awkwardly.
Fu Yanye glanced at Chengcheng, but Chengcheng obviously didn't care and continued to lean forward to find Zhuo Jian: "Mom, mom."
Zhuo Jian stood up and said, "Be good, mom, hug me."
"You can hug him, but he is already one year old, and you still let him touch you?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice, very seriously.
Half of Zhuo Jian's face was red with embarrassment. She took the orange and walked out, leaving it behind and saying softly: "Don't worry about it."
Fu Yanye: "..."
Who cares about him?
His woman.
Fu Yanye fed Chengcheng steamed eggs, and Zhuo Jian ate egg noodles with chopped green onion.
Later, Zhuo Jian hugged Chengcheng and he ate the remaining noodles.
Zhuo Jian always felt that he was not real at all.
He is obviously not an ordinary man, but does he insist on living a mortal life?
Seeing him busy in the kitchen, seeing him eating from the bowl she used, and not even throwing out the soup she had not finished, Zhuo Jian felt sad and went to the living room first with Chengcheng in her arms.
After that, Fu Yanye cleaned up the kitchen and came out, wiped his hands and asked her, "Would you like to go out and play?"
Zhuo Jian planned to take Chengcheng out to play, and asked him: "Can I take him out alone? Just an amusement park, a toy city, something like that."
Fu Yanye glanced at her, looked at her with deep dissatisfaction and asked, "Why alone?"
"I want to be alone."
Zhuo Jian said without looking at him.
"You can't do it alone. If you want to take him out, just follow him."
Fu Yanye quickly took Chengcheng away from her arms, turned around and left.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye took Chengcheng downstairs to the first floor.
Then he stopped and turned to look at Chengcheng. He was really angry. Could she give up her son just to keep her distance from him?
"Even if I come to her door, she won't want me, right?"
"ah."
Chengcheng didn't understand, but just looking at each other made Chengcheng want to laugh.
Fu Yanye felt that even such a small guy was laughing at him, he was really pitiful.
But just when he was about to continue walking down, the door above opened.
After hearing the sound, he turned around subconsciously.
"I think it's okay for us to meet occasionally."
Zhuo Jian, carrying a bag and wearing sneakers, chased after him.
Fu Yanye...
Of course he knew that she was not running towards him, but it was enough for her to come out.
Fu Yanye deliberately carried his son with a cold face and continued walking down, and she followed him.
Yuan Man, Chang Xia and Wang Yue were all waiting downstairs. When they saw their family of three come out, they were all shocked.
"Wow! They are really a family of three."
Chang Xia even felt as if the drama she was following had finally found the male and female lead, Yuan Man, and she was super excited.
But Yuan Man felt that it was actually thanks to their young master.
That kid is like an angel.
Wang Rui subconsciously lowered his head and glanced at Yuan Man: "What are you thinking about?"
"The little angel is awesome."
Yuan Man said.
Wang Rui was confused for a few seconds, then nodded when he understood. In this world, only children are true angels.
He once had the opportunity to meet an angel, but he missed it.
Because that woman thinks he is not worthy.
Seeing that they were all there, Zhuo Jian turned around and said to Fu Yanye, "I'll take Chengcheng and let Yuan Man and the others carry him."