Fu Yanye even raised his hand and wiped his little orange head. This kid is so cute.
Later, he went to the small kitchen on the second floor by himself and saw Zhuo Jian making milk powder for Cheng Qing and just handing it over to him. Cheng Qing was already holding the bottle and drinking milk, while she was leaning on the glass table to admire her baby son.
Fu Yanye glanced at Cheng Qing again, and then walked over.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him, then looked away with just one glance.
"morning."
Fu Yanye suddenly said hello and leaned next to her.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, "Mr. Fu, please."
"..."
Fu Yanye turned to look at her, this woman was really, his explanation was of no use to her?
She still doesn't believe him?
"Does your arm still hurt?"
Fu Yanye looked down at her arm and held her hand gently.
Zhuo Jian immediately struggled back, then quickly turned around and walked out from behind the glass platform. She stood behind the corner with her hands folded and looked at him: "You don't have to worry about it."
"you......"
Fu Yanye looked at her coquettish and unreasonable look, sighed helplessly for a while, then raised his hand and pinched his eyebrows.
Zhuo Jian was still angry at first, but seeing him like that, her heart trembled, "What's wrong with you?"
"Headache."
Fu Yanye frowned and said.
Zhuo Jian was even more excited and immediately walked up to him. While she was trying to see his appearance clearly, Fu Yanye lowered his head and ignored her.
"Why do you have a headache again? Come over there and sit down."
Zhuo Jian said and helped him sit on the bar chair at the back.
Cheng Qing sat in a child's chair, holding milk and drinking, then stared at his parents with innocent big eyes.
His eyes were full of disappointment for his mother and helplessness for his father.
"Let me see where it hurts and rub it for you."
Zhuo Jian whispered, holding his face.
Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, but his face was still a little pale.
Zhuo Jian's worried thumb moved in the middle of his forehead and moved it to both sides.
The thin waist was suddenly held easily by two hands.
Zhuo Jian stopped moving and cleared his eyes to find something in his eyes.
Fu Yanye said lightly: "Continue."
"Fu Yanye, don't lie to me."
Zhuo Jian reminded him while massaging him, but there was no anger in his words.
"Why did I lie to you about my headache?"
Fu Yanye asked again, just opened his legs and held her inside.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head, feeling that he was completely trapped by him.
Chengqing continued to drink her own milk, knowing that she had bottomed out, and muttered: "Mummy."
Zhuo Jian turned her head to see her son looking for her, and immediately looked at Fu Yanye and ordered: "Let go."
Fu Yanye was reluctant to leave, opened his eyes, looked at her, and asked her, "Can you stop being angry? I swear I'm really not worried about her."
"But I'm just angry."
Zhuo Jian also expressed his inner thoughts.
She was just very angry.
It seems that she gets angry easily when Lin Ruxiang's affairs are involved.
Obviously I was very tolerant in the past.
What's going on now?
Fu Yanye looked at her impatiently, unable to do anything.
And in the end, he let her go and hug her son and left his sight.
——
After breakfast, the two of them drove to work. During the morning meeting, the senior management suddenly proposed, "Zhuo Jian, I will give you a temporary task. Interview Ruxiang."
"..."
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and glanced at the senior executive.
A colleague whispered in her ear: "It must be to create a topic."
"If you really don't want to, you can change someone else, but it's best to be you."