Later, she was soaking her feet in a large sweater skirt. Her aunt gave her a bowl of meat porridge and comforted her, "Young madam, the young master only has you in his heart. He just can't express it. Please give him some more time."
Zhuo Jian didn't have the energy to eat, so she put the bowl on the table in front of her and leaned back on the backrest. She couldn't help but laugh at the Chinese medicine in the bucket. He didn't have her in his heart.
It's just that since he doesn't let her see the child, why should he care about whether her legs are still good?
Sure enough, she had a fever again in the middle of the night.
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The next day, it was raining lightly outside.
When she woke up, she was lying on a strange and warm bed, and what she saw when she opened her eyes was Chang Xia's happy face.
"Young Madam, you finally woke up."
"Xia Xia."
Zhuo Jian screamed, but his voice was hoarse and the sound could not come out.
"Young madam, you scared me to death, and you have a fever again."
Chang Xia said.
Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly, then turned to look out the window. It was raining.
"what time is it?"
"It's past eleven o'clock. I got a call from the station and I've already asked for leave for you."
"Um."
"besides......"
"What?"
"The boss is here."
After Chang Xia finished speaking, she lowered her head, fearing that she would be unhappy.
Zhuo Jian was a little surprised to hear that he had come. What else was he doing here? It must be off-putting to see her so haggard, right?
Zhuo Jian didn't speak anymore, just looked out the window silently, suddenly thought of the children, and then spoke again: "It's past eleven o'clock, where are the children?"
Fu Yanye should have gone to work by this time. Are the children home alone?
"The children were taken to the company by the boss."
When Chang Xia said this, her voice was very low.
It wasn't until another week passed that her body recovered and she started to go to work again. Then she received a call from Fu Yanye: "Come here tonight."
Zhuo Jian understood what he meant and hung up the phone after agreeing.
It is said that he took his children out of town this week and finally came back.
After work in the evening, she went straight back to Shengyuan, and no one stopped her this time.
She entered the house.
The aunt said that the two young masters were exhausted and fell asleep, so she went to the restaurant.
But when I passed the stairs, I couldn't help but glance up upstairs eagerly.
"Mother."
Chengcheng was sitting in the baby chair and was eating. When she heard the sound, she looked up and immediately called her excitedly.
Zhuo Jian walked in and stepped forward quickly after seeing Chengcheng.
"Take off your coat first, don't let the dirty things outside touch my son."
Fu Yanye lowered his head as he ate his meal and gave her orders coldly and arrogantly.
Zhuo Jian glanced at him suspiciously, knowing that he had another episode of mysophobia, so she obediently took off her clothes.
The aunt followed her and then went to help her place the dishes and chopsticks.
Zhuo Jian wore a turtleneck sweater and went to Chengcheng: "Baby, mommy misses you so much."
"Mom hugs."
Chengcheng opened his little hands, and Zhuo Jian was about to hug him, so she hugged him out.
"Mom, Chengcheng misses you so much. Where have you been?"
Chengcheng hugged her neck and kissed her, then asked her in a soft voice.
Fu Yanye knew that this kid was a two-faced guy just by listening to Chengcheng's words, and he was not so gentle when talking to him.
"Mom is on a business trip. How come our Chengcheng becomes cuter? Is it because we eat it?"
Zhuo Jian joked with him.
Chengcheng happily snuggled into her arms.
A pair of small hands habitually put them somewhere.
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to hug him and turn his back to Fu Yanye, then sat down in the chair next to him, "Are you shy?"
Chengcheng's face turned red and she remained silent in her arms.
Auntie prepared the dishes and chopsticks and said with a smile: "I keep calling you mom, I must be missing you."
After hearing this, Zhuo Jian felt hot in her heart, touched Chengcheng's little head, and asked him softly: "Are you full? Can mommy feed you?"
Chengcheng nodded, it was very useful.
Fu Yanye frowned, "You don't get to see him every day, so what are you feeding him?"