Zhuo Jian gave him a guilty look and told him, "You don't have to worry about it."
She wanted to take the child away, but Fu Yanye took her arm and looked at Yuan Man in a blink of an eye.
"Madam, the young master will catch a cold if he stays outside for a long time. Please give it to me."
Yuan Man reminded.
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, she couldn't leave unless he let go, so he had to give her Chengli.
After Wang Rui and Yuan Man left, Zhuo Jian struggled again, but still couldn't break away from him, and asked him angrily: "Fu Yanye, can you let go?"
If possible, of course I would never want to let go for the rest of my life.
But now she looks like this.
Fu Yanye had to slowly let go of her, holding his lower back with both hands, staring at her with his dark eyes, "Today is Zhao Lin's birthday."
"Why are you explaining this to me? Do I need to know?"
"Misunderstanding will make people who originally wanted to break up with me want to run away from me even more."
Fu Yanye explained patiently.
He has been keeping her cold recently, but he is actually thinking about this matter.
Ouyang Ping told Li Yuqing that he pushed her too hard and too hard.
Or so he thought.
"It doesn't matter anymore, we are separated anyway."
Zhuo Jian lowered her head and looked at her ankles. She had worn thick socks after work tonight, but why was it still so cold?
My ankles felt like ice.
Fu Yanye looked at her, thinking that she didn't want to pay attention to him.
"Your words always hurt, Zhuo Jian."
"..."
Zhuo Jian's keen eyes froze, and then continued to lower his head and look at the ground.
"I'm not looking for a stepmother for my son."
"Fu Yanye, you really don't need to explain to me, you just need to remember what you promised me."
Zhuo Jian also touched her lower back as she spoke, then turned to look into the building. As she turned and walked in, she said, "I have seen my sons today, so there is no need to see them tomorrow."
Fu Yanye: "..."
"I came back today to celebrate Zhao Lin's birthday. I only asked Chang Xia to bring Chengcheng... down. Chengcheng and his other brother haven't met yet."
Fu Yanye chased after her and grabbed her wrist out of habit.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked unhappy, then slowly raised his head to look at him, "Mr. Fu, do you have to hold my hand before you can speak? And you can't even remember your son's name, and you still see me
what are they doing?"
I'm too lazy to pay attention to him, I just don't like to see him.
But Fu Yanye's warm hand held her wrist, which made her wrist warmer. She didn't try to pull away anymore, but just vented her anger with him.
"Don't you remember it too?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"How can I not remember my son's name? Is it difficult to remember Cheng Li Cheng Qing?"
"Who wanted to turn over the pendant in his hand just now?"
Fu Yanye reminded in a low voice.
Zhuo Jian blushed, looked at him and looked away, raised her other hand to pry his hand off, and muttered uncomfortably: "Fu Yanye, let me go, I'm going upstairs."
Seeing her twisting like this, Fu Yanye couldn't bear to let her go. He wanted to immediately pull her into his arms and ravage her.
He still let her go.
"How about I stay here tonight and disappear tomorrow?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that something was not quite right?