Fu Yanye's eyes were half-squinted as he looked at her and slowly moved his gaze to her mobile phone.
Zhuo Jian keenly sensed his intention, opened WeChat and blocked Sheng Xin.
“Is it just blocking WeChat?”
Fu Yanye continued to maintain that posture and reminded him calmly.
"No, all of them."
Zhuo Jian is not pretentious and has blocked all contact information.
If blacklisting Sheng Xin would prevent him from turning into a demon, then she would be willing to do it immediately.
Fu Yanye saw that she had blocked all contact information about Sheng Xin, and then he straightened up with satisfaction, but still looked down at her from above.
Zhuo Jian felt guilty when he saw him, and asked cautiously: "Do you have any more questions?"
The study was quiet for a few seconds.
Just when Zhuo Jian thought he might give her a hard blow...
"I need to make sure that no one can really replace me."
Fu Yanye looked down at her and asked.
"Yes, no."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and after saying this, she looked directly at him.
She is very determined.
So firm that Fu Yanye felt that these three words were very comforting.
Fu Yanye looked at her with eyes that were not as cold as before, but still very deep, and asked her: "I believe you for now, but what about the son? Why do you call him daddy?"
"My son was ignorant at that time. Haven't you heard a sentence?"
"What?"
"If you have breasts, you are a mother. For a child."
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned, but she still made sense.
"Chengcheng no longer remembers him, but he will never forget that you are his father."
A three-year-old child can already remember things.
"Hmph, if he dares to forget one thing, try it."
Fu Yanye is unwilling to give up. If that kid dares to recognize a thief as his father again in the future, he will not forgive him lightly.
He suddenly felt uncomfortable when he remembered that his wife and children called other men husband and father.
"He won't."
Zhuo Jian said softly, not daring to offend him again.
Fu Yanye's stomach twitched when he saw her cautious and devilish look, and he raised his hand to suppress it.
Zhuo Jian was very worried when she saw his behavior and couldn't help herself from caring about him, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"
"Headache."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at the place where his hand was holding, questioning in his heart.
Fu Yanye noticed her doubts and sighed, "My stomach hurts too."
"real?"
Zhuo Jian couldn't believe it.
Every time he said he had a headache recently, he went to the hospital for a check-up and everything was fine. Tonight he held his stomach and said he had a headache again. She really doubted the authenticity of his words.
"Do you think I would lie to you?"
Fu Yanye asked her dissatisfiedly.
"uncertain."
Zhuo Jian expressed his true thoughts.
Fu Yanye: "Zhuo Jian, you don't think I would use such low-level means to win sympathy, do you?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't refute, but that's what his eyes meant.
"Oh, you really look down on me."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he turned and left.
The door panel closed with a loud "snap" sound.
Zhuo Jian adjusted the frame of his glasses that had slipped down from the bridge of his nose.
She really didn't look down on him.
She thinks highly of him.
——
Eleven o'clock.
Her cell phone rang again, and only three words came from the other end: "Go back to the bedroom."