Zhuo Jian looked at him, wondering what he was talking about.
Fu Yanye then lay on her lap and held her hand.
Zhuo Jian looked down at him, feeling that he was suddenly a little strange.
"Thinking of something bad?"
"no."
Fu Yanye said, hugging her arms tightly.
Zhuo Jian leaned against the back of the sofa and gently touched his hair with her free hand. She didn't know why her heart was cramping, but she still asked: "Do you want to tell me?"
"forget."
He said.
Zhuo Jian forgot two words when he heard it, and his heart seemed to be grasped by someone's hand.
Do you remember things so quickly and forget them again?
When Zhuo Jian fell asleep in a daze, Fu Yanye left her body.
Soon, she felt her body being picked up and quickly left the living room.
He certainly didn't remember that they had stayed up all night on that sofa.
However, the bed is naturally more comfortable.
He put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then sat on the edge of the bed, observing her for a long time.
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On the afternoon of the first day of the Lunar New Year, everyone gathered in Shengyuan after paying New Year greetings.
Su Bai had bad legs, so he went directly to their house.
The two of them were unhappy before the door rang, but after the door rang, Zhang Mingli took a long breath, then opened the door with a smile, "Here we come."
Su Bai also cheered up and controlled the wheelchair to pick them up, "You guys came in time."
"Happy New Year to Sister Mingliang and Happy New Year to Brother Su Bai."
Zhuo Jian greeted him as usual.
"Be good, give it."
Su Bai prepared a red envelope for her.
Zhuo Jian was overjoyed when she saw the red envelope. After taking it, she said coquettishly: "Thank you, brother and sister-in-law. I wish my brother and sister-in-law a long life together and add another daughter to the family."
"I'm lending you some good words."
Zhang Mingliang helped her walk inside.
Zhang Mingliang and Su Bai, who had given birth to a son, really wanted to have another daughter.
Of course, if they can't give birth to a daughter, the one in Zhuo Jian's belly is anyway, and they are scheduled to become godfather and godmother.
Fu Yanye and Yan Zheng Zhongmai followed behind. Everyone went in chatting. Zhongmai counted the heads and couldn't help but said: "It's just enough for a table. Let's play. How about the loser cooking?"
On this day, the young master of the Su family was also staying with his grandparents in the old house. The six adults were really quite nice.
"She can't come."
Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian and said.
Zhuo Jian, who was hugged by Zhang Mingliang, raised her eyes and looked at him, "Why?"
"You will teach your daughter bad things."
Fu Yanye was quite serious.
Zhong Mai: "..."
Why did she have the feeling that Boss Fu was unhappy with her suggestion? But then she smiled and said, "Since little sister Jian can't play, why don't you come, Mr. Fu?"
Fu Yanye thought for a moment and said, "Okay."
He agreed.
The others looked at him doubtfully.
I thought he would refuse without hesitation.
But he actually agreed.
But at this time, he was not familiar with Landlord Fighting.
"Explain briefly."
Fu Yanye glanced at Yan Zheng and reminded him.
Yan Zheng, as his good brother who had grown up together, naturally knew that he did not remember how to play this thing, so he raised his eyebrows and started to explain to him.
Zhang Mingliang and Zhuo Jian went into the kitchen to cut fruit. Zhang Mingliang whispered to Zhuo Jian: "How is your husband?"
Zhuo Jian shrugged and said he didn't know either.
"Do you believe that he learned to play Landlord just to accompany you?"
Zhang Mingliang said again.
This was completely beyond Zhuo Jian's thinking, and she looked at Zhang Mingliang in confusion.
"We often go to the island to play cards and he leaves us here alone. He wants to learn how to do it and then go to the island to join us."
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought, probably not.
If he wants to find her, why should he learn to play Landlord first?
"Wife."
Suddenly a familiar voice from outside shouted inside, and the two of them looked outside at the same time.
The three people sitting at the table outside also stared at the man who called his wife in disbelief.
Zhuo Jian felt that he must have heard wrongly, and asked Zhang Mingliang: "It's not Fu Yanye's voice, right?"