As soon as Zhuo Jian read the message, Fu Yanye frowned next to her and asked, "What good things can she give you?"
"Have you forgotten what she does?"
Zhuo Jian asked him in a good mood.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, frowned and said, "I suspect you two want to murder me."
"..."
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look down at the person who was lying down, and raised her hand to touch his face: "Don't worry, Mr. Ye, your wife will not break the law."
Fu Yanye pulled her into his arms and murmured: "Auntie, you just deliberately provoked me, didn't you?"
A look or a small move can drive him crazy.
"yes!"
Zhuo Jian was just joking, but who knew that as soon as he finished speaking, he turned over and pinned her down, "Yes? Really? I'll let you do it again."
"Ah, Fu Yanye, it's so itchy."
"You are the one itching."
"Forgive me, I was wrong."
"Call husband."
"husband."
Suddenly, the busy space became quiet.
Fu Yanye sat on her waist, looking at her red face from being tickled by him, and her soft begging for mercy echoed in his ears for a long time.
Has she finally let it go?
Fu Yanye stopped, his chest heaving, and he stared at her for a long time.
Zhuo Jian was also confused.
She just called him husband again?
Zhuo Jian wanted to seal her mouth to prevent herself from going back to the stupid, easy-to-get-hurt look she once had.
But he suddenly leaned down, kissed her lips passionately, and murmured, "Baby, call her again."
"Call me husband again, okay?"
He was so eager to hear her name "husband". Every time she called him "husband", it seemed as if she was giving him her heart.
"Fu Yanye."
Her voice was still soft, but she was accusing.
How can a person be so greedy?
Fu Yanye looked down at her lips again and rubbed them gently: "Don't you want to scream?"
Zhuo Jian felt it was difficult to breathe, so she put her arms around his neck, gently held the black hair on the back of his head and begged softly: "I'm a little sleepy."
"The last sound."
"Husband, I'm sleepy."
Zhuo Jian thought, maybe it was too quiet this night.
Then she couldn't help but fall into his warm voice.
"Then go to sleep, good night."
Fu Yanye kissed her forehead gently, rolled off her body, and took her into his arms.
"Good night."
His voice was already muffled, and he soon fell into drowsiness.
——
The next day was a nice day, and Fu Yanye went out beforehand.
After breakfast, the old lady called Zhuo Jian into the room and asked her: "Jian Jian, dear, can grandma still see the little princess born?"
"Of course you can, grandma, I guarantee you will be able to see the little princess being born."
Zhuo Jian sat next to her and assured her happily and gently.
Making elders happy is actually very simple.
When the old lady heard what she said, she held her hand movedly, "Our dear Jian Jian is still sensible. That brat A Ye is so heartbreaking."
"Grandma, don't worry, I have the final say on this matter."
Well, even she didn't believe it herself.
But as soon as grandma smiled, she knew her words were useful.
As for Fu Yanye, let's find a way.
Wang Yue came into the room and couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Zhuo Jian's words, "Your grandma and I both want to see you have a baby born as soon as possible. You two are young and will not miss work. We will take good care of the baby after giving birth."
Your body can be busy with your work, Jian Jian, next time you give birth to a baby, mom will definitely give you a huge reward."
"good."
Zhuo Jian also responded.
Wang Yue gently shook her shoulder and said, "Go to work, don't delay your business, I will take care of your grandma here."
"Then I'll leave first, grandma, okay?"
Zhuo Jian agreed, not forgetting to ask the old lady for her opinion.
The old lady nodded, "Go, go."
After Zhuo Jian left, the old lady groaned, she was really relieved, and muttered: "I don't know what your son is thinking. If you want to tie a woman's heart, it would be better to let her have two babies first."
Ah, women tend to be soft-hearted, especially after becoming mothers, why doesn’t he understand this?”
"They are still too young, but I think they are doing much better this time than before. Jian Jian should have let it go."
Wang Yue said.
"Well, Jian Jian is sensible and must have figured it out."
The old lady agreed and sincerely hoped that both of them would be well.
Zhuo Jian took Chang Xia and Yuan Man to the TV station. They stopped and she walked in by herself.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia stood outside for a while. Chang Xia looked at the bottom of the steps and gently poked Yuan Man, "Sister, do you look familiar to that girl?"
Yuan Man looked in the direction she was looking, and suddenly his pupils shrank.
"What is she doing here?"
Chang Xia asked a little warily.
Yuan Man's face immediately turned cold and he said, "Go and ask."
This question doesn't matter, this girl actually came to see their young lady.
As soon as Yuan Man thought about it, he called Fu Yanye and recounted what happened that night to Fu Yanye.
After making the call, Yuan Man returned to the girl and said, "Our wife can't help you."
"But my mother is dying, and I can't find anyone to help. Miss Lin said that I couldn't help her, so she can't help my mother either."
"Aren't there a lot of ways on the Internet now? What about raising money? Our wife doesn't know you, so why should she help you?"
Chang Xia asked her unhappily.
"If I hadn't been forced into this, why would I have come to seek help from a stranger."
The girl suddenly started crying as she spoke.
Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping just came from outside. When they saw it, they walked over. Ouyang Ping asked, "What's going on?"
The girl was a little excited to see Ouyang Ping.
Ouyang Ping also immediately guessed the reason for her coming, thought about it, and said, "You two, leave it alone."
Yuan Man and Chang Xia didn't want to worry about it at first, if they weren't afraid that she would disturb their wife.
Ouyang Ping said: "You should find a charity for help."
"May I?"
"How can you know if it doesn't work if you don't try? You are desperate now, aren't you?"
Ouyang Ping asked her again.
The girl thought for a while, nodded and left.
Ouyang Ping still told Zhuo Jian about the matter, and Zhuo Jian asked: "Do you know her name?"
"Know."
"Call me."
Zhuo Jian could understand the mood of a girl who had nothing to do to save her mother, and said.
"However, since we are still helping the charity, I can't come forward, and neither can Fu Yanye."
"I see."
Ouyang Ping said.
Zhuo Jian looked at Ouyang Ping, smiled helplessly, and said, "But Sister Pingping, there is something I want to tell you."
"Um."
"In fact, I don't want to get involved in things related to Lin Ruxiang and the people involved. Let's forget it this time. After all, human life is at stake. But in the future, can we ignore it?"
Zhuo Jian also hooked Ouyang Ping's shoulders and spoke in a gentle and tactful tone.
"I originally came to chat with this girl just to watch the fun. I didn't expect it to end up like this. Li Yuqing has also analyzed the powerful relationship with me. I have also done a deep review myself. I promise that I will never do anything like this.
Second-rate."
Ouyang Ping did not forget to raise three fingers seriously as she spoke.
"I promise it's okay. Just swear. By the way, I have to call Fu Yanye first."
Zhuo Jian said and turned around to find her cell phone.
"Do we still have to go through Fu Yanye?"
Ouyang Ping knew that Zhuo Jian held a position in a charity organization.
"We must first confirm that her mother is really undergoing chemotherapy, and that her family really cannot afford the medical expenses. Do we have the network to do things quickly and accurately?"
I can only ask Mr. Fu for help. This chapter has been completed!