Speaking of Fu Yanye, Zhuo Jian choked up slightly.
Still no news from him.
But the longer the days passed, the more she felt that he was not dead for some reason.
He must still be alive, and he doesn't know who saved him.
"No news is good news, he can't die."
"Of course he can't die. The problem between us has not been resolved yet."
Zhuo Jian said firmly.
"Well, there are still unresolved issues between us. Anyway, it's good that you're fine. I'm really worried that you'll become depressed like what happened to Chengcheng last time."
Sheng Xin said a few more words, and the more he spoke, the more worried he became about her. He hung up the phone for fear of affecting her mood.
Chang Xia heard the door ring and turned to open the door. The door opened from the outside.
Yuan Man and Wang Rui came back holding the children.
Yuan Man held Chengcheng, and Wang Rui held the two brothers alone.
"Sister, why are you back?"
When Chang Xia saw them, her eyes suddenly turned red with excitement, and she quickly ran over to continue.
"Mr. Fu asked us to bring the young master back to accompany the young madam."
Yuan Man explained, then looked at Zhuo Jian eagerly.
As expected, he looked very bad.
Zhuo Jian looked at them and felt as if his heart was boiling.
Zhuo Jian looked at them for a long time, and was suddenly moved and determined: "From now on, it's just us, four adults and three children, taking care of each other."
Everyone couldn't help laughing, although there was some bitterness in the laughter.
In the dead of night, Zhuo Jian looked at the three little ones sleeping on the bed and lay down beside them, feeling very satisfied.
In fact, if Yuan Man didn't bring them back, she would take the children away after hearing that they couldn't sleep well at night.
She is a mother, and no one can stop her from taking care of her children.
Except for Fu Yanye, no power in this world can overwhelm her.
Fu Yanye......
She looked at her three sons. These three little guys all had his shadow in them, but they were not him.
After they all fell asleep, she opened WeChat on her phone and looked at the last message he sent her.
Let's have a good talk when I come back.
What does he want to talk about?
Talk about their marriage? Their past? Their children?
No matter what it is, in short, he has to come back before we can talk.
——
It has been almost a month since the plane crashed, and only ten people have yet to be found.
It was snowing that night, and she fell into a deep sleep in the study. She dreamed of Fu Yanye.
He was lying on a piece of ice, floating forward in the sea breeze.
In the dream, she called him over and over: "Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye, wake up, Fu Yanye..."
He was motionless, as if...
She reached out to touch his arm, but it was frozen. She was so frightened that she immediately moved her hand away. Then she looked at his face and found that ice had frozen on his eyebrows and hair. She couldn't help shouting louder: "
Fu Yanye..."
But she couldn't wake him up no matter how she screamed. Is he dead?
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but want to hug him, but he drifted further and further away, so she could only shout: "Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye..."
She couldn't hold on anymore, and gradually, he drifted away and became a small microcosm.
This dream was repeated to her several times.
Until the new year.
——
On New Year's Eve, the old man sent Uncle Zhou to pick her up in person, and she returned to her old house with the children in her arms.
Fu Yanqing blocked the door: "Just send the children over, there is no need for you to come in."