The doctor heard that they were childhood sweethearts.
"There were many little girls who called him Brother Ye when they were young."
Zhuo Jian could see the look in the doctor's eyes, but she was not the only one who called him that when she was a child.
"New drugs may be released in the second half of the month, so we still need to pay more attention to his condition."
"Well, thank you."
Zhuo Jian nodded in agreement and expressed her gratitude.
The doctor left quickly and she went back upstairs.
Fu Yanye stood close to the door: "Where are you going?"
"You just finished socializing with other women, and your body smells like perfume."
"..."
Fu Yanye didn't speak, just stared at her.
She didn't mention her previous visit to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Did she forget about it? Or did she let it go?
"I hate this smell too."
He thought of many ways, but he always felt that the smell made him want to vomit.
So he wanted to get close to her, and he wanted to use her scent to dilute it.
"Anyway, let's sleep separately first. If you feel uncomfortable, call us."
"You didn't answer my call at that time."
"I'm on mute. I'm sleeping with my son. I don't want to disturb him. You can call other people at home."
Zhuo Jian left after finishing speaking.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly.
Who else could he call?
It would be better to call her than anyone else.
Early the next morning, Zhong Mai and Zhuo Jian decided to go to the island on the weekend. Zhuo Jian also agreed and planned to take the little ones with him this time.
But just before they went out, Uncle Zhou came back with a beautiful box, "It said it was the young master's clothes."
Zhuo Jian opened it curiously and took a look. She really didn't think much about it and didn't want to pry into other people's privacy.
She had never seen any of his clothes, but when she opened the box, she saw a bright red lipstick mark on the white shirt, and a card next to it: "I'm sorry that night, I washed the clothes myself. If Mr. Fu doesn't
Busy, Sunday night, Starlight Room 5210.”
Yuan Man saw it next to her and was shocked.
Who is this person so bold?
"Mommy, what is it?"
Chengcheng stood on tiptoe to look curiously.
"Nothing, let's go."
"Let me see."
Zhuo Jian was not prepared, and Chengcheng took it from her hand casually.
He has learned a lot of words and recognizes them completely.
"Who wants to compete with dad?"
Chengcheng is curious.
There was a lipstick mark on Dad's clothes and there was a smell of perfume.
Is she an aunt?
Cheng Qing Cheng Li didn't know anything, but she stared at Zhuo Jian curiously.
"gone."
Zhuo Jian patiently urged him again and again, too lazy to care about him.
They had already left when Fu Yanye came downstairs, but there was still the box on the coffee table, with everything inside intact.
The housekeeper stood nearby and said, "Master, the young lady saw the contents before leaving."
Fu Yanye frowned, squinting at those things with indescribable disgust, and said coldly: "Throw them all away."
"Yes, young master, do you want to explain to the young madam?"
The housekeeper was kind and carefully reminded him.
"Do you believe me?"
Fu Yanye turned to look at the housekeeper.
"Of course I believe it. The young master has mysophobia, how could he have anything to do with such a woman, let alone go on an appointment with this woman."
Naturally, the housekeeper picked out what he liked to hear.
"Then what else do I have to explain? Even you believe me, but she doesn't?"
"..."
The housekeeper didn't know how to reply to him.
There's something very wrong with their young master these days.
He obviously doesn't trust the young madam, but he still wants the young madam to trust him.
"Go and throw it away quickly."
Fu Yanye took another look at the box and urged it irritably.
"Yes, but young master, do you really not need to explain to the young madam?"
After all, girls will be a little suspicious when they see someone giving something like this to their husband.