After reading Fu Yanye's WeChat message, Zhuo Jian quickly left home without changing her clothes.
Not long after she returned to Shengyuan, she saw Fu Yanye standing outside as soon as she got out of the elevator.
She walked over: "Is Chengcheng inside? Who will take care of him when you come out?"
"Aunt."
Fu Yanye held her hand and didn't rush to let her in.
Zhuo Jian turned her head and saw that he was holding her. She also held his wrists and tried to push them away, but he held both wrists.
"I'm here to see my son."
"You can't just convict me."
"How dare I convict you? You think too much."
Zhuo Jian didn't even look at him, turned her head and looked at the door and told him.
Fu Yanye's hold on her wrist was not very tight, but she couldn't break free. His thumb gently caressed the side of her wrist, and his dark eyes kept looking at her for a long time.
She is undoubtedly stubborn and a bit unreasonable.
But he just couldn't get angry, he even felt distressed.
"Can you please stay here tonight for your son's sake?"
Fu Yanye discussed and requested in a low voice.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, and when she looked up at him, her heart felt hot.
"I'll sleep in the guest room."
Fu Yanye saw that she was willing to look at him and continued to give in.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head after hearing this and asked him: "How long do you plan to hold me like this?"
"..."
"I want to see my son first."
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and whispered.
Fu Yanye touched her wrist and reluctantly let go after a long time.
To be honest, he was a little surprised that she didn't have a hysterical quarrel with him.
Zhuo Jian went inside after he let go.
"Cough cough, cough cough cough."
She went upstairs and heard her son coughing outside the children's room.
She quickly opened the door and walked inside.
"Mommy."
"Young madam, you are back. The young master has a cold and a bad cough."
"I heard it, have you given medicine?"
"It has been fed. The young master fed it himself."
Auntie had already stood up and answered her.
Zhuo Jian sat down by the bed and held Chengcheng in her arms: "Baby, mom, can you check if you have a fever?"
"Well, cough cough."
Chengcheng nodded, pinched his throat and coughed twice.
Zhuo Jian was a little flustered by his cough, but when she lowered her head to look at him, she heard him "cough" twice, and raised her hand to touch his forehead, but it didn't feel feverish.
"When the young lady comes, I will go out first. If you need something, call me again."
Auntie said.
Zhuo Jian nodded, and when her aunt came to the door, she remembered to ask: "Is Cheng Qing Cheng Li back?"
"Oh, I'm back and sleeping in their children's room."
"Okay, thank you for your hard work."
Zhuo Jian thanked her again. After her aunt left, she looked down at Chengcheng again.
"Ahem."
Orange's long eyelashes trembled and she coughed again.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye came up from downstairs and saw Chengcheng coughing in her arms. A smile flashed in his eyes, and then he became serious and walked in: "Dad didn't break his promise. I'll find your mother here."
"Ahem, daddy is great, mommy, Chengcheng wants to sleep with you."
Chengcheng hugged Zhuo Jian and was reluctant to leave.