The young man knew that his joke was not funny enough, so he yelled and turned around and returned to his position.

"When did the madam learn this craft so well? Could it be for our Mr. Fu?"

The master started chatting with her.

Zhuo Jian smiled, "I learned it for him, but when I was very young, I am very good at hand now."

"You look like you can cook. As the saying goes, controlling a man's heart must first control the man's stomach. You are so handsome and wise, no wonder Mr. Fu is so inseparable from you. Is he particularly good in private?

get along?"

The master is also gossipy.

Zhuo Jian smiled politely and said softly, "He is not easy to get along with."

He didn't have much expression when he was at home.

More...

Eyes?

temperament?

"Mrs. Young Madam, please tell us more about what you and Mr. Fu are all trying to know, right?"

"yes."

One person shouted, and the whole kitchen was cooperating.

But the atmosphere is getting easier.

Even Yuan Man and Chang Xia couldn't help but laugh.

Zhuo Jian avoided the important things and talked about their childhood embarrassing things, and he was also very happy to make mooncakes.

Zhuo Jian returned to the upper floor after eight o'clock.

Fu Yanye was still on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, laying one hand behind his head and playing with her cell phone with the other hand to watch her enter the door.

Zhuo Jian thought he was still sleepy. He might have drunk too much last night and had headaches, but he didn't expect that he woke up.

She immediately put the plate behind her.

"Why don't you go out when you wake up?"

Zhuo Jian asked him a little pamperedly.

Fu Yanye stretched out his long legs and a graceful voice poured out, "Wait for my wife to come and deliver me breakfast."

“…”

Zhuo Jian looked at his dark eyes and felt like he had known what she had been taking.

The thin legs bent and wanted to kneel onto the bed, but found that the knee was so painful that it was too difficult, so she sat down and brought the plate to him, "Hey."

Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows, "Wow."

“…”

Wow? What?

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.

"As expected."

Fu Yanye threw away his phone, picked up the beautiful heart-shaped mooncake and put it in front of him and looked at it several times, then his black eyes suddenly shot at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.

But Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes and asked her: "Just make one?"

“Does a lot.”

Zhuo Jian said, put the plate casually, lay in his arms, and murmured at the mooncakes in his hand, "But this is the only one that special."

"When I was a kid, I liked to give me heart-shaped mooncakes, but I still give me this when I grow up."

"What do you like?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously and asked.

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes for a moment, then when he broke the moon cakes apart, he said, "If it is made of red bean stuffing, it's OK."

Zhuo Jian only realized at this time that he still remembered it.

Fu Yanye put half on the plate, then broke the other half in half, put the half in his mouth, and the half in Zhuo Jian's mouth.

It’s still red bean stuffing, but today, the relationship between the two is no longer as awkward as before.

No, or it should be said that he is not that awkward.

When I was young, I was so nervous, so nervous that I couldn't see it every day but I didn't dare to see it.

For a while, he thought that he should simply hate her.

But why does my heart beat so fast if I hate it?

He was not sure about their relationship for many years, and so many more happened later, and he felt like he was the past and present.

But now...

Fu Yanye looked down at the woman eating mooncakes and asked her softly: "Is it still sweet?"

"Sweet, but I added five cents of sugar. How about making sugar-free for you next year?"

Zhuo Jian felt that he couldn't eat it so sweet.

Fu Yanye turned around and brought the plate behind him and hugged her, "I can accept how sweet it is, as long as it is made by you."

I heard that she had done it last night, but I didn't expect to go there early this morning.

Was she the same when she was a child?

In order to make him mooncakes, it was repeated over and over again.

Fu Yanye hugged her and suddenly felt like he had a treasure.

"Jianjian."

"Um?"

"Don't leave me in this life."

He suddenly said softly.

“There is no reason to leave.”

Zhuo Jian hugged him and said with emotion.

At that time, I really wanted to leave because my father went to ask him for help, but he ignored him coldly.

But the law is still open, how can he help?

Once you think about some things, you will let go.

He didn't let go, so she gave up, with some obsessions.

Zhuo Jian thought that her cell phone was just in his hands and asked him, "Did anyone call me just now?"

"No, I looked at the time."

Fu Yanye returned to her, lowered his eyes and suddenly kissed her.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, "Don't come."

"What's wrong? Are you scared?"

Fu Yanye murmured ambiguously, and kissed her pink skin.

Zhuo Jian muttered: "It's either that I'm afraid, it's just..."

"I'm not afraid, so I'll play for a while. I'll have to see you very late at night."

Fu Yanye pressed her under her body again.

——

At 10 o'clock in the evening, Zhuo Jian and others were a little anxious. The phone rang several times. Yuan Man finally couldn't help but take the phone to her and whispered in her ear: "It's a wife, I've called it.

Several times.”

Zhuo Jian was wearing Hanfu, looked at his vibrating cell phone, and then sneaked out of the crowd to answer the phone.

"Jian Jian, oh, why did you answer the phone? Chengcheng had a fever and kept crying."

"Fever? How much?"

Zhuo Jian's heart tightened, but there was still a ray of reason in her mind that made her ask important things quickly.

"We are already hospitalized at thirty-nine degrees Fifteen, but the child woke up and cried and called mom. I really had no choice but to call you. Are you very busy?"

"Busy, no, not busy, you said."

Zhuo Jian remembered the incident when he saw Fu Yanye holding her cell phone in the morning. He said at that time that he had just looked at the time.

It seems not.

And after a while of communication, she also asked, and indeed Wang Yue called her these two days and told me about Chengcheng.

But Fu Yanye didn't mention a word to her.

Zhuo Jian's heartbeat accelerated again, and before hanging up the phone, he said seriously: "Mom, I'll order the earliest flight after the show tonight."

"good."

Wang Yue agreed and soon hung up the phone and went back to the ward to take care of his baby grandson.

Zhuo Jian stood at the window for a long time and couldn't come back to his senses.

Chengcheng is sick, no wonder she has been uneasy these days. Maybe it’s because of the mother and son.

Zhuo Jian thought, and immediately turned on his phone to search for the fastest flight.

It was too late tonight, but fortunately, the elders were there, so she booked the air tickets for tomorrow morning immediately.

"Teacher Zhuo."

Someone called her in the distance.

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and immediately put away his phone, "Here you come."

This show was eight minutes, but when she was hanging the wire, she still made some mistakes and almost fell off the top.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia were trembling when they watched from behind.

Fortunately, the show ended, she quickly stepped down after the show.

Yuan Man was by her side and cared about it, "I wasn't hurt just now, are you?"

"It's okay, Mr. Fu is here?"
Chapter completed!