"Zhuo Jian, I'll give you the sincerity you want, but don't go too far."
He left, but called her as soon as he got out.
Zhuo Jian leaned against the floor-to-ceiling window, watched him leave, and agreed: "Okay."
Fu Yanye hung up the phone and sighed in frustration after getting in the car.
This kind of swallowing one's anger really doesn't suit him.
It seems that there are thousands of tricks, but in the end they are all useless.
But......
He hasn't been holding it in for a whole day. Is there still some time left?
He would give her whatever she wanted, but he wanted to see what more extreme tricks she could come up with.
Fu Yanye did not go back to Shengyuan, but went to Fanxing. However, as soon as he got out of the car and walked inside, a man wearing a mask and hat stopped him. His voice was so low that he could hardly hear it.
He turned around and saw only one pair of eyes.
The girl approached obediently, her eyes full of longing and expectation, "Mr. Fu."
"..."
"It's me, Cheng Nuo."
Cheng Nuo remembered that he also praised her for her good name, which made her happy for a long time.
——
Zhuo Jian later went to her son's room and saw that Chengcheng had indeed gone to bed without taking a shower. He didn't even take off his clothes. She smiled helplessly, then helped him take off his clothes and put him into bed. After that, his cold heart suddenly felt cold.
Warm current passes by.
The two of them had been separated for so many years, but they had four lovely little angels.
How can you say your fate is bad?
This is simply the best life in the world.
But when she walked into the lonely living room and sat alone on the large sofa, she felt heavy again.
This road is getting farther and farther, the sun is piercing in front of me, the road is bare and clear, but I have lost my way.
For two days in a row, Fu Yanye went to see off her son every night. Every night he met Zhuang Mingli who was going to see her off. He stood outside the building and smoked in frustration. When Zhuang Mingli's car drove away, he didn't come near and continued to smoke him.
But the familiar smell of cigarette smoke still reminded Zhuo Jian of him, and as expected, he saw him smoking as soon as he got there.
She walked over and asked, "Borrow one?"
Fu Yanye raised his eyes, his eyes looking particularly sharp and sharp in the dark night.
Zhuo Jian stood opposite him, looking at him with his hands folded across his chest, "What are you smoking here?"
He still didn't speak, but took another hard breath.
"Are the children asleep?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"Um."
He returns.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and saw that he finally made some movement. He sighed softly and then said, "Thank you."
She turned around and left.
Fu Yanye looked at her back and immediately grabbed her arm, "Just left like that?"
"Then do you have anything else? You won't tell me."
"..."
Fu Yanye couldn't figure out why she was still his.
She just wants him to watch other men with her every day without making him angry, right?
The cell phone in her pocket rang, and one of her arms was held by him, so she could only touch the other one, only to see that it was Zhuang Mingli.
"Zhuo Jian, you bastard."
Zhuang Mingli scolded her on the phone, a little loudly.
Zhuo Jian took the phone further away and waited until he finished cursing before putting it to her ear again: "Are you done cursing?"
"I just really like you, and I don't want anyone else."
"Oh, I don't have time to tell you now, I'm hanging up."
Zhuo Jian glanced at Fu Yanye and looked at his phone calmly.
"Zhuang Mingli?"
Fu Yanye asked her.
"You are just chasing me, why should I tell you my story?"
"..."
Fu Yanye took a deep breath, but thinking about what his friends said, he endured it and just said: "Isn't it okay if I care about you?"
"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Fu. Can you let me go now?"
She is also very polite and polite.
Fu Yanye suddenly couldn't bear it anymore and pulled her into his arms.
Zhuo Jian felt pain when she bumped into his chest, and then looked at him with big watery eyes.