The man who was whispering ambiguously in his wife's ear looked at the person who hit him with cold eyes.
Cheng Qing sat there, squeezing her little hands, obviously frightened by her father.
But who asked him to bite his mother?
Cheng Qing couldn't speak yet, so she muttered something and fell into her mother's arms.
Well, it's safe.
Zhuo Jian hugged Cheng Qing and looked up at Fu Yanye, "Is he your biological son?"
"My own son bullies me like this?"
Fu Yanye was so angry that he wanted to fight Cheng Qing. Zhuo Jian quickly protected his son: "Boss Fu, please forgive me, we will never dare to do it again."
"..."
Fu Yanye was originally playing with her like this. When he saw her protecting her son and yelling, she was still smiling at the corner of her eyes, and she raised her hand in the air and didn't put it down for a long time.
This woman will kill him sooner or later.
Cheng Qing suddenly laughed in Zhuo Jian's arms, looking like she was spoiled.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly and continued into her ear: "You are so good, you must know how to apologize to me when your son beat me. I will wait for you."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Before she fully understood the meaning of his words, she watched him go around, pick up Chengcheng and Chengli from the bed and take them away.
Zhuo Jian was quite happy to see the two little guys, and lowered her head speechlessly. Cheng Qing was still in her arms, muttering happily, and her saliva came out.
"You're smart, if you hit dad, you'll crawl into mom's arms. Mom will definitely protect you, right? But we can't hit dad anymore."
Zhuo Jian coaxed softly.
Cheng Qing didn't understand, so she subconsciously hugged her neck and gave her a sweet kiss.
After being kissed, Zhuo Jian looked down at Cheng Qing, held up his cheek and kissed him: "Mom loves you."
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After breakfast, Wang Rui came upstairs and told Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye: "I didn't find it, but I caught Zhou Mei."
Zhuo Jian glanced at Wang Rui. Did he arrest Zhou Mei?
"Want to torture?"
Wang Rui asked Fu Yanye for instructions.
"What do you think?"
Fu Yanye grabbed Zhuo Jian's fingers and played with them, looking at Wang Rui with a cold look.
"I'll do it right away."
Wang Rui nodded and left quickly.
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at him pinching her fingertips, which were almost turning red, so she had no choice but to pat the back of his hand with her free hand: "Stop pinching."
Fu Yanye turned to look at her, "What should I do with my free time?"
He motioned for her to look at his empty hands.
"You still have to pinch me something?"
Zhuo Jian asked unhappily.
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, looked up at her hair again, and couldn't help but ask her: "I must have pinched your hair a lot in the past, right?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him in surprise.
"Why else would you cut off all your hair when you were angry?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought to herself, you are so smart now.
"When people are angry with their partner, they may do some abnormal things, such as throwing away or hiding things they once liked."
Of course, what he was referring to was not just her haircut, because he also hid a photo of the two of them together.
Zhuo Jian listened to his words and felt that what he said made sense, so she lowered her head and acquiesced.
"So before your hair grows, I'll play with it first."