Fu Yanye held Zhuo Jian and couldn't move, so Zhuo Jian automatically reached out to help close the door.
Then the two went back to their rooms.
The crib, which I haven't seen for a long time, is next to their big bed.
The inside is decorated in light pink.
Cheng Tian lay asleep inside.
Slept very soundly.
Zhuo Jian only glanced at it, and then he couldn't see clearly after being put on the bed by Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye put his hands on both sides of her body, letting her lean against the head of the bed as before in Fu Yanqing's room, bending her knees, looking at her with black eyes, unhurriedly, and said in a low voice: "Isn't it okay to send a WeChat message?"
Reply, if you don’t answer the phone, you really want me to come over and invite you?”
"Yanqing wants to sleep with me."
Zhuo Jian could only move out his sister.
"You know that as long as I'm at home, I can't let you sleep in someone else's bed."
Fu Yanye is still so calm and confident.
Still a little unruly?
Still a little arrogant?
A little more...
Well, there are too many to list here.
Fu Yanye raised his hand and scraped the tip of her nose: "Isn't it uncomfortable to feel like you can't avoid it?"
"..."
"Why bother? Really?"
Fu Yanye smiled and said softly.
It seemed that he was afraid of waking his daughter.
Zhuo Jian didn't speak anymore. She glanced at him and then looked at the small bed, "Would you like your daughter to sleep with us?"
"Um."
"Then, put her on the bed. It's been a long time since the three of us slept together."
She is quite gentle, cautious, and has a bit of pleading eyes.
Fu Yanye smiled: "You are not honest when sleeping, I'm afraid you will press her down."
"..."
Who sleeps dishonestly?
She sleeps honestly, but she is someone who can do it at every turn.
Fu Yanye sat next to her. He could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her, but he wasn't angry either. Just as he was about to speak, the mobile phone in her silver pajamas lit up. There was only one light on in their room.
Xiaodeng, the fabric of her clothes is made of thin silk, you can tell at a glance.
Fu Yanye lowered his head and took it out.
Zhuo Jian lowered her head curiously, and when she saw that he had taken her mobile phone, she immediately screamed in her heart, "It's not good."
But before she could say anything, Fu Yanye had already held her outstretched hands and answered the phone, "Hello?"
"Fu Yanye?"
"Who are you?"
"Sheng Xin."
"Ah, Mr. Sheng, long time no see."
Fu Yanye made a faint sound.
Zhuo Jian's scalp went numb after hearing this.
Mr. Sheng?
who?
Zhuo Jian rang for a long time before he remembered, but Fu Yanye had already hung up the phone.
Fu Yanye still held her hand and said while flipping through her mobile phone: "Sheng Xin asked you to publish a PR draft. It is rumored on the Internet that his wife slept with his co-star."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Online transmission...?
She didn't see it.
She couldn't help but move closer, thinking he was reading the news.
When she saw that he was looking through her address book, she immediately knelt down anxiously and grabbed the phone from his side.
"Ex-husband? Which one?"
After Fu Yanye saw those two words, he turned around and asked her with a frown.
He was very curious.
Zhuo Jian looked at his unfathomable eyes, calmed down soon after, and then slowly leaned on the bed again, her heart suddenly shattered, she looked at him coldly and said, "You knew this before.
.”
"Huh? Is it me?"
Fu Yanye frowned even more tightly.
Zhuo Jian watched him continue to flip through the pages, guessing that he was probably checking the numbers.
Sure enough, he seemed to laugh angrily not long after, looked at her with squinted eyes, and said to her: "I've been having some memory problems lately. Can you please explain to me what's going on with this ex-husband? Huh?"