Fu Yanye was really not that angry anymore. He looked outside and said, "Uncle Wang Rui is here. Go help him move his things."
Chengcheng turned to look outside and couldn't help but exclaimed, "Wow, Mommy, how many gifts did you buy for us?"
"It's not all yours."
Zhuo Jian explained.
Chengcheng jumped off the sofa and ran away before she could finish her words.
They were the only two people left in the living room, staring at each other for a while.
Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang. She took it and looked at it. It was Yu Mingli.
Fu Yanye was far away, but looking at her expression, he stretched his legs, clasped his hands together, stared at her and asked, "What? I just got home and my lover called me?"
Zhuo Jian raised her eyes and looked at him after hearing this, "Yeah, didn't Mr. Fu's mistress call? Didn't Mr. Fu tell her that your wife was back?"
"..."
Fu Yanye suddenly looked at her coldly, as if he was about to hunt someone down in any minute.
Zhuo Jian hung up the phone, she was not in the mood to answer it.
Fu Yanye was still upset when he saw her hanging up the phone. He had long heard from people over there that he had seen her having fun with the young master of the banker family. He thought he was the young master of the banker family. After looking at the photo, he realized that it was that night.
He beats people up.
He didn't know how the two of them got together, although he had heard a lot about it.
But he looked at her hurtful little mouth, and for a few minutes, he actually wanted to hear her denying it herself.
Zhuo Jian couldn't sit alone with him, so she stood up to leave.
"where to?"
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, stared at her and asked.
"Can't you go help move things?"
Zhuo Jian hated his tone.
It took Fu Yanye a few seconds to say: "Do you think that the servants of the family are just decorations?"
"My son can help, why can't I? Besides, what qualifications do you have to care about me?"
After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned her back to him and walked out from the other side.
Fu Yanye collapsed on the sofa angrily and looked at the roof.
I quarreled with him as soon as I came back.
She said she missed her son, but could she have a son without him?
One mouthful brings a baby, whose seed is that baby?
Chengcheng was so excited when opening the gifts that Zhuo Jian asked her aunt to help deliver the cheongsams she bought for the old lady and Wang Yue to their rooms, as well as those for Fu Zhengyi and the old man.
However, Fu Yanye watched and listened at the door for a while, and then looked at Zhuo Jian unsatisfied.
Chengcheng held her toy and looked at her father, then at Zhuo Jian, "Mommy, didn't you prepare a gift for daddy?"
"Your dad doesn't need mommy's gift."
"Your mommy is planning to give herself to daddy as a gift."
As soon as Zhuo Jian finished speaking, Fu Yanye suddenly smiled evilly, looked at Zhuo Jian and said.
"Oh, that's it. Then should I wrap up my mother?"
In his world, gifts are packaged.
Fu Yanye said: "I think this proposal is feasible."
"Mommy just didn't buy a gift for your dad. Mommy hates him now. You're so smart, you should be able to tell."
"You can see it."
Chengcheng nodded, as if he heard clearly, and then gave his father a look that looked pitiful.
Fu Yanye didn't expect Zhuo Jian to say that he hated him so easily. He suddenly lowered his head and took two steps forward, in front of Zhuo Jian, then turned to look at his son: "Turn around."
"ah?"
"Daddy is going to do something inappropriate for children to your mommy."
"oh!"
Chengcheng immediately ran away with the toy in his arms and turned around.
The aunts, Wang Rui and the housekeeper also left in the same direction.
Zhuo Jian wanted to turn around and run, but as soon as she turned around, she was stopped by her small waist. Fu Yanye directly hugged her up, a little too high. Zhuo Jian was so frightened that she put her arms around his neck to keep her safe and asked him: "You