"Ah? Why? Meat is so delicious and can help you grow taller."
Chengcheng doesn’t understand.
"That's you. Mommy won't get bloated again after eating it."
Zhuo Jian said that she was about to put it back for him, but who knew that a spoon entered her bowl first.
He said: "Give it to me."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Boss Fu, who has always been very mysophobic, actually ate the beef that her son had eaten, and there was rice in her bowl, and she also got it.
Fu Yanye, however, showed no expression as he ate the piece of beef.
"Is Mommy reluctant to eat it? Do you want to compete with Dad?"
Chengcheng looked at her with curious big eyes and asked.
"Why do you think so?"
Zhuo Jian looked at her son with extremely disapproving eyes.
"Daddy, when you are full, you will have the strength to hold you."
As he spoke, Chengcheng clenched his fist and wanted to show his mother the chubby area on his arm.
Zhuo Jian was embarrassed, but seeing how naive her son was, she found it funny again, smiled, said nothing, and continued to eat her bamboo shoots.
Fu Yanye didn't even look at him when he saw her. He thought to himself that the topic was obviously about me, so what's wrong with looking at me?
"Eat some more vegetables."
Fu Yanye reminded her again, but thought in her heart, what strength should I use to hold her?
Zhuo Jian didn't know that Fu Yanye was thinking about hugging her, so she just ate as much as possible.
After dinner, the three brothers played in the living room for a while. Chengcheng also played a game of chess with Fu Yanye. In the end, he lost and took the brothers to take a bath and sleep.
Suddenly there were only two people left on the sofa. Zhuo Jian immediately felt that something was wrong with the atmosphere and stood up: "I'll go up and take a look. It's time for Tiantian to wake up."
"If you are tired, I will take care of your daughter to sleep tonight."
Fu Yanye looked at her and deliberately paused before taking care of his daughter.
"No, Tiantian is sleeping well now."
It’s not like I had to fiddle with it several times when I was a kid.
Fu Yanye watched her go upstairs, stretched her legs in frustration, and picked up the backrest she had just leaned on.
Zhuo Jian received a WeChat message from Fu Yanye after taking a shower and before going to bed.
He asked: "When will we go to Chen Xiang and Shen Moli's wedding?"
"Eleven o'clock?"
"Then the wedding is over."
"Then before the wedding."
"I will pick you up."
"No need, I can just drive myself."
"They all come in pairs."
After Fu Yanye finished sending the message, she stared at the roof with her cell phone in a daze, wondering how she could refuse.
But after waiting for half an hour, she didn't get back to him.
Even if I hand over all the documents, even if I stay alone in an empty room, I can't win her trust or replace my sincerity.
Sincerely.
Suddenly his heart felt so tight that he raised his hand to press it hard, and then sighed even more depressedly.
That place hurt so much.
She was not so heartless before, she was still tossing in his arms endlessly.
All he could think of was her gentle humming voice under his body, and her thin, feather-like hands touching his heart.
Fu Yanye felt that he might be going crazy because his mind was filled with those things.
In the end, he reluctantly picked up the pillow next to him and pressed it directly on his face. He just wanted to sleep. Why was it so difficult?
Zhuo Jian actually couldn't sleep either, so after the children all went to bed, she found a nightgown and put it on and went downstairs.
Fu Yanye's wines are all good wines, it would be a shame not to drink them.
Zhuo Jian actually found that she was not in a good state recently, but she just couldn't control herself.
——
She went to the TV station that morning, and when she came out, Fu Yanye's car was parked there.
At the end of August, the sun was so piercing that it was almost blinding. Fu Yanye was standing next to the car wearing black trousers, a white shirt, and the latest black sunglasses.