"My family can't get along with each other like this? How can we get along with each other?"
Wang Yue couldn't help but murmured in a low voice, what did she do wrong?
To be fair, apart from that time when he didn't know whether he was alive or dead, she, as a mother-in-law, went too far. When else had she ever treated her daughter-in-law harshly?
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"Mommy, when will my sister call her brother?"
"Call me brother, it will probably take another year."
"Ah, so long?"
Fu Yanye walked to the door of the princess's room with long legs, and heard the conversation between mother and son through the crack in the door, which was not closed tightly.
He stopped, took back his hand to grasp the door handle, and stood quietly to one side.
"Then, when will she call her daddy and mommy?"
Chengcheng asked again.
"It's probably about a year."
Zhuo Jian responded to Chengcheng's words, looked at Chengcheng's curious eyes, and couldn't help but raise her hand to rub his head. This little guy has almost transformed into a hundred thousand things in the past few days.
And this is not the first time he has asked so many whys.
"It's been a long time, Mommy, I want my sister to call me brother, and I want to take her to play."
Chengcheng was lying beside the bed acting coquettishly with Zhuo Jian.
"Humph, then you have to wait a little longer."
Zhuo Jian smiled and thought, I think so too, but there is no time accelerator.
"Mommy, do you miss Dad? I miss him a little."
Chengcheng rubbed his face and said sadly.
"Why do you have so many questions today? Do you think you can call your dad? Besides, doesn't he come back every day?"
Zhuo Jian pretended to be angry and asked him.
"Yeah, but I always feel weird. Dad doesn't even look at me."
"Don't look at you? That's because your sister was just born and he..."
"No, Mommy, Daddy has been watching you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian suddenly spoke.
"Master."
The aunt who had been cleaning their bedroom happened to come out and saw Fu Yanye standing outside the door of the princess's room from a distance and said hello.
Fu Yanye frowned slightly and swept his hands slightly to remind her that she could leave.
After the aunt left, he glanced inside and knew that he must have heard her, so he opened the door and went in.
However, he remained calm as before. He didn't even look at Zhuo Jian when he opened the door and said to Chengcheng, "Come here."
"Daddy."
Chengcheng was surprised to see him, but then she huddled beside Zhuo Jian and refused to go towards him.
Is this called missing him?
Fu Yanye frowned and stepped forward.
Those two long legs are so dangling that it makes people’s eyes uncomfortable.
Zhuo Jian lowered his eyes and looked at the daughter in his arms.
The little princess probably heard Fu Yanye's voice, and suddenly her eyes were wide open and her ears were erect, and she could tell that she was listening to the voice.
"Is she good today?"
Fu Yanye bent down in front of her, looked at the little princess and asked.
"Quite well-behaved."
Zhuo Jian didn't look at him, but saw his finger touching the little princess's hand, and then the little princess took his finger.
Fu Yanye took a look and was a little surprised.
Her hold was quite tight, making him feel like he was afraid of losing and cared about him.
Fu Yanye's heart suddenly softened, and he knelt down in front of their mother and daughter, gently stroking his daughter's hair with his other hand.
Chengcheng watched from the side and reminded softly: "Dad, grandma said not to touch the top of my sister's head, it will hurt her."
Fu Yanye: "..."
Chengcheng looked at his dad with innocent big eyes until his dad asked him: "Do you understand?"
But you think your father doesn’t understand?
He checked a lot of information, including precautions for raising children, as well as caring for pregnant women.
But after he checked so much, she actually moved to her daughter's room to sleep, without giving him any room to display her ideas.
Chengcheng was frightened and dug into Zhuo Jian's arm again.
"Can't you talk to your son properly?"
Zhuo Jian was afraid that sooner or later he would create a psychological shadow on his son.
Fu Yanye then raised his eyes to look at her and said calmly: "I don't know how to say it like you."