"You're not going to look through her things secretly, are you?"
"What do you think of me as your mother? I am a decent person, but that day I went to look for diapers in her bag."
"..."
She saw it accidentally.
"knew."
Fu Yanye just said lightly. He was a little confused as to why she had diapers in her bag.
He left again.
Wang Yue looked at him, his mind buzzing for a while, and suddenly he didn't quite understand.
Her son doesn't seem to have any reaction to the divorce agreement?
Fu Yanye did not open the bedroom door immediately after going upstairs, but stood at the door for a long time.
Zhuo Jian came back from her son's room and looked up to see him standing there, and stopped unconsciously.
Fu Yanye turned around when he heard the movement.
The two people met across a gap of space, their eyes meeting.
When Zhuo Jian saw that he was discovered, he gathered up his nightgown and walked over: "What are you doing standing here?"
"Suddenly I remembered that you haven't kicked me out of the bedroom recently."
Fu Yanye's deep voice spoke to her thoughtfully.
"I want to rush, but it seems like you won't listen even if I say it."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye smiled sadly, then opened the door, still standing there: "Please."
please?
Zhuo Jian was confused, but still lowered his head and walked in.
Fu Yanye then followed in, and he closed the door gently from behind.
He rarely leaned against the door panel, his dark eyes staring straight at the person in front of him.
Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed and asked him: "You seem to be very busy recently?"
"fine."
Only then did he step inside.
Zhuo Jian didn't ask any more questions, got into bed and covered herself with a quilt.
Well, since when did they always have two quilts on their bed?
By the way, it must be from Orange Sweet.
That little girl was the only treasure that made Fu Yanye give up the quilt.
Fu Yanye walked up to Zhuo Jian and leaned over.
As soon as he got close to Zhuo Jian, he smelled the smell of alcohol. Zhuo Jian looked at him warily. He smiled and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm drunk."
"..."
Zhuo Jian felt that he had really drunk, and he might have been a little drunk, but the matter of being drunk was really out of the question.
She already knew how drunk he was.
"Aren't you angry?"
He held her chin and raised it slightly, asking her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with a sigh of relief, not knowing how to respond for a long time.
Are you angry?
Should she be angry?
"You care about your own body."
"What about you? My wife."
Fu Yanye still looked at her so hard that a hole was almost visible in the back of her head.
"I told you to drink less."
"Tell who?"
"Mi Wu."
"What if you give me a call?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask her.
"But it's Secretary Wu who calls me every time."
So she told Secretary Wu by the way.
After hearing this, he smiled, lowered his head, and groaned before looking at her again.
Yes, every time he asked Wu Fei to call her, why did he do that?
"Do you want me to call you personally?"
he asked again.
Zhuo Jian continued to remain silent, trying to stay calm.
They probably no longer understood each other, and she couldn't understand his thoughts at all.
"what ever."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, and after thinking twice, she could only send him these two words.
The huge room suddenly felt lonely and dangerous, and something unknown made the hairs on people's bodies stand up.
"Follow me? Zhuo Jian, do you really want to follow me?"
Fu Yanye clenched her jaw and asked in a deep and slow voice.