Zhuo Jian was frightened and immediately retorted.
"No?"
Fu Yanye didn't believe it at all.
"Then he just called me by my name. Could it be that you said bad things about me to him?"
"Am I that kind of person?"
Fu Yanye expressed doubts, and the woman did not trust him.
"Well, I'm not that kind of person either."
Zhuo Jian felt too guilty to look at him anymore and wanted to leave.
But as soon as he turned his head, his wrist was held by him.
The palms of his hands were also hot, which seemed especially precious in this winter.
However, she has become accustomed to warming her own bed.
So her wrist was twirling around in his hand: "Let go."
"It's not too late for us to talk before you leave."
"What are you talking about? My son is still here."
Zhuo Jian asked him awkwardly.
Chengcheng sat on the bed and watched his parents getting entangled. He couldn't understand. Are they fighting? It doesn't look like it.
But it’s not about cuddling and kissing?
Chengcheng suddenly slapped her hands together, "Kiss, mom and dad, kiss."
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought he was hearing things and looked at his son in disbelief.
Fu Yanye also glanced at him, sneered and said to Zhuo Jian, "My son wants us to kiss him. Do we need to satisfy him?"
"don't want!"
As soon as Zhuo Jian said those words, he had already grabbed her head and kissed her on the face.
Zhuo Jian's face turned red and white with anger, and she couldn't help but ask: "Why did you kiss me? I didn't agree."
"Are you going to let your son down?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"I......"
"Do you like to let your son see that we have a bad relationship? And then cause a psychological shadow on him?"
"..."
It was another psychological shadow. Zhuo Jian was angry and had nothing to say anymore, so she turned around and left.
This time Fu Yanye didn't rush to stop her. He just turned to look at his precious son on the bed and said, "I guess you are sensible."
Chengcheng was very good at finding comfort on her own. It didn't take long for her to lie on the bed holding her little feet, rolling around to find a comfortable position, and gently called him: "Dad, come here."
Fu Yanye: "..."
Just reached out to touch his lips.
I just wanted to think about the last time I kissed her, only to be interrupted by my son.
I have to admit that during this period of time, he really realized something deeply.
The importance of this boy is truly extraordinary.
Fu Yanye walked over slowly with long legs, crossed his arms and looked at him for a while, then chuckled unconsciously.
The father and son met each other's eyes, and Chengcheng's shy Gulu rolled around again, facing away from him.
Fu Yanye sighed softly, and suddenly remembered the thrilling experience this boy had at a young age. Feeling guilty, he picked him up and put him under the quilt, and said softly: "How about going to bed early?"
Chengcheng nuzzled into his arms, turned over and found a warmer position in his arms to sleep.
He once thought that his heart would only soften when a woman was in his arms.
It turns out this kid can do it too.
——
Zhuo Jian didn't want to sleep in the guest room, so she went to Chengcheng's children's room.
Take a shower, wash, wipe your face directly with children's facial cream, and then go out.
Um?
Is there someone standing in front of the bedside table?
It seems like it’s still Fu Yanye?
Fu Yanye heard the footsteps and didn't move for a long time, so he turned around and looked.
Zhuo Jian was only wearing a big bath towel.
Don't blame her, all the clothes and pajamas are in the master bedroom.
Fu Yanye's sharp phoenix eyes looked at her, and then he looked away without leaving a trace...