The two people faced off for a long time, and finally he sighed helplessly and looked away.
Zhuo Jian also lowered his head and only rubbed his fingers without rings.
The sudden thought of him acting like Cheng Nuo in front of so many people in the private room still stung her eyes. She couldn't help but look at him and ask him, "Am I broke in your heart?"
Is it worth it?”
Fu Yanye looked outside and then back at her, wondering what she was stubbornly insisting on.
"no."
After a long while, he gave two words.
"..."
Zhuo Jian didn't ask any more questions, she just felt sad.
How could they have given birth to four children? How could he humiliate her like that?
Originally, she thought she could persevere and treat those things as nothing more than a dream, but, maybe the atmosphere has reached this point at this moment?
She just kept looking at him until tears fell, and then she lowered her head again.
Fu Yanye suddenly wanted to wipe her tears. He felt his heart aching, but when he saw her hands looking at her, he resisted that thought.
After two o'clock, Chengtian's fever subsided, and the two of them were allowed to take Chengtian home.
Fu Yanye said on the way, "Call Mom back."
"Go back."
Zhuo Jian muttered, hugging Chengtian and not intending to hit her.
Fu Yanye took out his mobile phone and looked at Zhuo Jian while talking to Wang Yue on the phone.
Wang Yue was driving in front, feeling helpless.
This was in the middle of the night.
"Well, hang up now. Let's go back to Shengyuan tonight, which is closer to the hospital."
After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but still stared at Zhuo Jian.
When Zhuo Jian heard about returning to Shengyuan, she immediately felt a little concerned, but thinking about the many houses in Shengyuan, she stayed quiet.
"Are you tired? Let me hold you for a while."
Fu Yanye said.
Zhuo Jian hugged her daughter and ignored him, so he didn't need to worry about her.
However, when getting out of the car, Fu Yanye still picked up her daughter and said in a nervous and considerate manner, "What should I do if your arm hurts after holding her for a long time?"
Zhuo referred to him as his occasional considerate, convulsive concern.
Back in Shengyuan, Fu Yanye also put Chengtian on the big bed in their master bedroom, and then looked at the person next to him who was pulling up the quilt, "She can't leave tonight."
"I know."
Zhuo Jian gently covered her daughter with a quilt.
"I have to guard her."
Fu Yanye sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, still in the same tilted position as he had just put down his daughter.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to look at him, and then nodded, "Okay."
Fu Yanye watched her straighten up, but still stared at her, "Where are you going?"
"I'll sleep on the sofa."
Zhuo Jian said something and then went to find the quilt.
Fu Yanye sat up and watched her tiptoeing to get the quilt. The sight of her small waist was so good.
Zhuo Jian had just reached a little bit under the quilt when she was suddenly hit from behind. She leaned forward as a reflex reflex. Fortunately, half of the quilt fell off, otherwise she thought she would definitely get hurt on her head.
The arms around her waist were strong and strangled her very tightly.
Naturally, he wouldn't let her fall.
"I miss you."
he said suddenly.
Zhuo Jian thought he was really hateful.
Doesn't he know how exciting it is for a girl to have a man she loves so much say he misses her?
Her eyes couldn't see clearly, her heart was in trouble, and she even choked with sobs, but with her hoarse voice, she could only ask him in a low voice, "Why are you convulsing again?"