"Will you help me? Let me be your daughter-in-law forever."
"..."
After the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law communicated for more than half an hour, a tall and upright figure stood at the door.
"Can you leave?"
It's Fu Yanye.
The mother-in-law and daughter-in-law turned to look at each other through the heavy glass.
"Then it's settled."
Wang Yue said, and then left first.
He walked to the door and looked at his son: "Don't worry, I will eat her reluctantly."
Fu Yanye said nothing, but looked worriedly at Zhuo Jian after Wang Yue left.
Zhuo Jian leaned in front of the jewelry cabinet, waiting for him to approach.
"Mom is angry with you again?"
He walked up to her with long legs and gently stroked her arm with his hand.
"It's done."
Zhuo Jian's smiling eyes were filled with stars.
"Um?"
"I've already taken care of mom."
Zhuo Jian gently held his hands in his pockets and replied to him.
"How?"
Fu Yanye was curious and saw the stars in her eyes, so he couldn't help but lift her up and put his arms around her small waist.
"Confidentiality."
Zhuo Jian sent them two words mysteriously.
Fu Yanye didn't doubt her ability, but couldn't help but pick her up from the ground.
I can't get enough of it.
He could hardly stand it anymore just sleeping with his arms around her every day, and couldn't help but ask her in a low voice, "Should Auntie leave tonight?"
"No, not sure."
When this matter was suddenly mentioned, Zhuo Jian turned away and looked at the door in embarrassment.
Fu Yanye held her up and looked at the blush on her face. He couldn't help but sigh, "Shall we go home?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian agreed.
Just walking to the door, Fu Yanye hugged her and leaned against the cold wall and sighed: "I don't want to leave."
"Why?"
Zhuo Jian asked softly.
"I'm afraid you'll regret it."
Fu Yanye's eyes were full of disappointment.
Zhuo Jian suddenly felt a little embarrassed. He had to hide his little thoughts.
But he doesn't.
"I won't regret it."
The voice is very soft.
Fu Yanye raised his eyes and looked at her, "Really?"
"What's there to regret? We already have three sons."
Zhuo Jian replied to him again.
Although she always spoke very softly, Fu Yanye could hear the harmonious feeling of an old married couple without shame or shame, and couldn't help but rub his lips against hers gently.
Zhuo Jian lowered his breathing and slowly opened his soft lips following his guidance.
"Master, my wife wants you to come up quickly."
The housekeeper stood far away, but the voice still came through.
Fu Yanye stopped holding Zhuo Jian's lips reluctantly, but felt her moist breath and kissed her again.
A familiar voice soon came from outside the door: "Master?"