After reading it, Fu Yanye looked up at him, smiled, and didn't care.
Yan Zheng sighed helplessly, thinking to himself, their little sister Jian has become more sophisticated and diplomatic now.
Soon after, Zhong Mai stood up and walked to Yan Zheng: "Come out with me for a moment."
Yan Zheng lowered his head, put down his tea cup, put down his long crossed legs, stood up, and left with Zhong Mai in front of everyone's attention.
But before he could go far, he took a few steps back and looked at Zhuo Jian: "Jian, you are smarter and more tactful now."
"Thank you, Brother Yanzheng, for complimenting me."
Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, then responded mischievously when he understood.
"Ah."
Yan Zheng sighed and had to leave, after all, his wife was on top.
Ouyang Ping suddenly picked up her phone and took a look at it, then picked up her bag and said, "I'll leave too. Your senior brother has been working overtime these two days. I'll go back and take care of the baby."
"But we just arrived."
Zhuo Jian said.
"..."
Ouyang Ping glanced at the opposite side. Although she couldn't see the head, she knew that the person was there. She put her bag on her shoulder again and said, "Let's go."
Zhuo Jian sat in his seat and sighed quietly in his heart.
Fortunately, her guess was right this time, otherwise she might not be able to eat and walk around.
Looking at the soft wall opposite, he must have known that everyone had left, but he didn't even come to find her.
Do they, the couple, want to be exhausted, or does she take the initiative?
forget it.
No point in wasting it.
She got up.
When I walked over, I saw Fu Yanye pouring the tea and putting the teapot back safely.
Zhuo Jian felt that he did it on purpose.
Suddenly I felt a little angry.
In terms of psychological tactics, she lost to him every time.
Angrily, she sat next to him, and his big coat was covered by some of it.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a straight face.
Unexpectedly, he suddenly reached out to help her, with a nervous look on his face.
this......
"You're pregnant, can't you be gentler?"
Fu Yanye asked her in a worried voice.
Zhuo Jian suddenly realized that he was worried about her, so she felt better and leaned over to get his tea cup to drink tea.
Well, I looked at his expression on purpose.
Fu Yanye's calm and cold eyes gradually showed infinite tolerance and pampering.
"Well, the tea smells so good."
Zhuo Jian said to him confidently.
"Drink less."
Fu Yanye whispered.
"What? Are you reluctant to give me a drink?"
Zhuo Jian asked him while twirling the tea cup, taking small sips.
“Can pregnant women drink a lot of tea?”
Fu Yanye reminded calmly.
Zhuo Jian's big eyes moved, as if he suddenly remembered this, he took the teacup away from his lips and said to him: "Yeah, I almost forgot about it, then you can drink."
"..."
Fu Yanye didn't move, just watching her struggle.
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes and looked at him. Her heart skipped a beat, but she still asked desperately, "Is it because you think the cup I used is unclean?"
Fu Yanye smiled silently.
She just touched the rim of the glass on purpose.
Fu Yanye took her free hand and kneaded it on her leg. He looked at her quietly with his dark eyes. As he watched her eyes gradually become nervous, he smiled and said, "What have I disliked about you?"
Zhuo Jian's ears turned red when he heard this. Since he came back this time, they have not indulged in anything, and he has not been as reckless as before.
Is there any image in his mind that he doesn't dislike?
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat was a little fast and her face turned red.
But Fu Yanye suddenly grabbed the back of her head and pressed it towards him, brought his thin lips to her ear and whispered: "..."