This guy was quite smart and cooperative last night. Why is he acting so ignorant again this morning?
Where is the aunt who takes care of him?
Fu Yanye reluctantly left his wife, then turned to look at Chengcheng: "Who asked you to come in?"
"Mommy, Mommy."
Chengcheng glanced at him, and then called Zhuo Jian worriedly.
It seemed that he was afraid that Zhuo Jian would be bullied.
Zhuo Jian listened, quickly got up, smiled and said to him: "Good morning, baby."
"Good morning, Mommy."
When Chengcheng saw Zhuo Jian smiling, she felt that Zhuo Jian was fine, and climbed into bed.
When Zhuo Jian was arranging her hair, she inadvertently lowered her head and realized that her pajamas were extremely short, and at this moment it was even more...
That was just...
She turned to look at Fu Yanye, who was also staring at her legs.
After Chengcheng climbed onto the bed, he went to look for Zhuo Jian, but before his hands could touch Zhuo Jian, he was picked up by Fu Yanye.
"I'll take him to find Chengqing Chengli. Now that you're awake, change your clothes and get up quickly. Don't catch a cold."
Although Fu Yanye was reluctant to leave the bed and his wife just now, she didn't realize what he saw just now.
Zhuo Jian belatedly grabbed the quilt and covered his legs. He couldn't help but chuckle, "I watched it thousands of times last night."
"abnormal."
Zhuo Jian grabbed a pillow and threw it towards him.
Fu Yanye held Cheng Cheng away and walked outside.
Zhuo Jian was so angry that she hoped he would just scare her.
He couldn't have watched it thousands of times unless he stayed up all night.
He was asleep at that time, but she got up secretly in the middle of the night to observe him.
snort.
But for some reason, she suddenly bent her knees under the quilt, then hugged her knees and giggled.
Chengcheng didn't cough again all morning, and Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief.
Chengqing Chengli was taken by her aunt to play with the old man and the old lady. The two of them sent Chengcheng to class. After Chengcheng was picked up by the teacher, she was sent to the TV station.
When they arrived at the place, Zhuo Jian reminded him before getting off the car, "Be careful. If you have a headache, go to the hospital quickly."
"It's okay to go to the hospital, will you accompany me?"
Fu Yanye saw her about to leave, grabbed her wrist and asked her.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, seeing his dark eyes looking straight at her, and replied seriously: "Yes."
"I suddenly felt a little pain."
"Where? Head?"
Zhuo Jian leaned forward nervously.
Fu Yanye lowered his head, and when he saw her about to kneel down, he grabbed her onto his lap.
Zhuo Jian threw herself into his arms in fear, hugged his neck and looked down at him, "What are you going to do?"
Fu Yanye just hugged her and felt her kneeling down in front of him so condescendingly that his whole body ached.
"I want to kiss you."
Fu Yanye made no secret of it.
"..."
Zhuo Jian glanced around subconsciously.
"I even want to do something else."
Fu Yanye continued, moving his hands up and down her small waist.
"Don't mess around, these are all my colleagues."
Zhuo Jian reminded nervously.
Fu Yanye smiled, "Then where can I mess around?"
Zhuo Jian realized that he was teasing her, Qingmu suddenly smiled, put her hands on his shoulders naturally, and whispered happily: "Mr. Fu, what you said to mom that night is still fresh in my ears.
Don’t think that I will forget about that because you have a headache, okay?”
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned. He actually wanted to ask her if she was still angry about it, but he didn't dare to ask because he guessed not.
And when she said that, he didn't dare to act rashly.
"Now take your hands off me."
Zhuo Jian looked at him condescendingly and gave him clear orders.
Fu Yanye saw her looking like she was trying to eat him up, so he obediently let go of her hand.
"snort."
Zhuo Jian glanced at him again, and then planned to leave his lap.
Who knew that she had just opened the car door and was about to get out of the car directly from him, when his knees suddenly lifted up.