Zhuo Jian was stunned, and then received his gentle kiss.
After last night, the relationship between the two seemed to heat up rapidly. She hugged his neck softly and kissed him.
"Mommy..."
The little guy upstairs was holding a book and looking down. Through the gap, he saw his parents kissing each other and then silently closing their mouths.
Zhuo Jian quickly pushed Fu Yanye away and raised his eyes, "Ah?"
No one was seen.
But she heard her own heartbeat, which was pounding and very strong.
Fu Yanye glanced upstairs and saw his son.
Chengcheng walked to the steps and sat down, holding the book and stretching out a hand from the gap, "I'm here."
His mother is short-sighted and can't see him. He has to help her.
Zhuo Jian stood up immediately, "I'll go accompany my son."
"what about me?"
Fu Yanye quickly grabbed two of her fingers to prevent her from leaving.
"You? You go and cook."
Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at him, with a look of spoiled coquettishness on her face.
Fu Yanye looked at her with half-lidded black eyes, but the corners of his mouth were already raised.
Who said that women who love sex are annoying?
Why is his wife so cute?
Fu Yanye sighed and touched his empty arms. Her warmth quickly disappeared. He got up and went to prepare dinner with his aunt.
But there is a problem with his cooking. Auntie has to stand outside.
He wouldn't let Auntie in.
Zhuo Jian went upstairs and sat on the steps with Chengcheng. Chengcheng put the new book she was reading in front of her: "Mommy, how do you spell this word?"
"Mommy, take a look."
Zhuo Jian hugged him and asked him to spell each word.
Thinking about it later, Chengcheng couldn't help but giggle and complain, "Mommy, you are so stupid."
"Mommy is stupid? Then why are we Chengcheng so smart?"
"Dad is smarter, Daddy."
Chengcheng told her happily.
"Ah, is that so? Then your dad must listen to mommy."
"Daddy loves mommy more than anything else."
Chengcheng said with a smile.
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly became quiet, but the gentle smile in his eyes did not change. She couldn't help but hold him in her arms. The little guy who almost died that year has become so sensible now.
His father loves her more than anything else.
Yeah?
Zhuo Jian looked downstairs towards the kitchen. Although he couldn't see anything, she could still imagine him cooking in the kitchen with half of his sleeves rolled up. He did everything in an orderly manner, which looked very nice and eye-catching.
.
Does he love her like that?
"Don't ever say Mommy is stupid again."
After Zhuo Jian came to his senses, she stared at him pretending to be serious and ordered.
Chengcheng raised his hand to cover his mouth, but he couldn't hide the smile in his pure eyes.
"bad boy."
Just as bad as your father used to be.
Didn't he treat her like a little fool when he was a child?
Thinking back to the way he looked at her when he was a child, luckily she was five years younger than him, otherwise, he probably would have really regarded her as a fool at that time.
Before going to bed, Zhuo Jian received a message, so she sat on the sofa by the window and turned on her mobile phone to read it.
"Borrow a few reliable and seasoned reporters to occupy our house at one o'clock in the morning on the 13th."
It's an unfamiliar number, but it's a housekeeper.
Not long after, something struck her mind: it was Zhang Mingliang.
She looked at the message carefully and confirmed it again.
"looking at what?"
After taking a shower, Fu Yanye walked to the sofa wearing a pair of dark silk pajamas, sat down next to her, held her in his arms, pressed his face gently against her hair, and asked.
"It should be Sister Mingmei."
Zhuo Jian naturally leaned into his arms and opened her message to show him, speaking softly and thoughtfully.
Fu Yanye glanced at the message and said, "Lao Lao, it seems she is about to take action."