At around ten o'clock in the evening, Fu Yanye suddenly took his coat and walked out.
"Zhuo Jian, why does this kid suddenly have such a heavy sense of responsibility?"
Wang Yue looked at his leaving figure and couldn't help feeling sad.
Fu Zhengzheng was still playing chess with the old man and mentioned to her by the way: "That means he is growing up."
Fu Yanye drove straight to Zhuo Jian's residence. There were not many cars on the road at this point, and he couldn't get rid of the injustice she had suffered over the years in his mind.
Every time she gave birth, it was not good, and every time she gave birth, he was not around.
How much does she hate him?
Only then could she speak loudly and uncontrollably towards Chen Xiang.
The car entered the community and soon stopped outside her building.
Only the small light was on in the bedroom.
Fu Yanye parked the car and turned to look inside.
The children should all be asleep by this time, but she is not asleep yet.
Fu Yanye didn't know whether she couldn't sleep because of the past pain, or because she wanted to divorce him.
The aunt came out of the building, saw his car, walked over, bent down and knocked on the window gently.
Fu Yanye came to his senses and opened the car window.
"Master, when did you come? Why didn't you go in? The young lady hasn't slept yet."
"Has her fever gone?"
Fu Yanye didn't say anything else.
"Retired, but just now I asked her to drink another one, just in case. The children have all gone to bed and are not infected. The young lady has been wearing a mask."
"Well, someone is waiting for you outside?"
Fu Yanye nodded and asked again.
"The driver from Laozhai has been here a long time ago and is waiting for me at the door. I'll come back early tomorrow morning."
"Um."
Fu Yanye said no more.
The aunt nodded and left with her bag.
In this dark night, he looked alone at the place that was still bright.
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In the morning, Zhuo Jian and her aunt were preparing breakfast when Chengcheng suddenly ran to the kitchen and said, "Mommy, it seems dad's car is outside."
"Um?"
"It really seems like, go and see."
Chengcheng took Zhuo Jian's hand and pulled it out.
The aunt smiled and said nothing, watching the mother and son go to the window.
Fu Yanye's car was really there. At this time, his back was turned to the mother and son, and he had just lit a cigarette and smoked at the door of the car.
"It's really dad, mommy. I'm going to ask dad to come in and have breakfast with us."
"Orange treasure."
Zhuo Jian came to his senses and turned around to call the child who had already run out.
"Mommy, what's wrong? Do you want to go too?"
"Orange treasure."
Zhuo Jian was about to speak but stopped.
She didn't want to say any more nonsense like they were quarreling and she kept him outside on purpose.
"Go ahead."
So she shrugged and smiled at him.
"oh!"
Chengcheng turned around and ran out again.
Fu Yanye took a puff of cigarette, saw her accidentally, and quickly got in the car and left.
When Chengcheng ran out, she saw Fu Yanye's car leaving, and then quickly returned home to call him.
Fu Yanye glanced at his son's number, thought about it, and answered the call: "Hello?"
"Dad, why are you leaving? Mommy asked me to ask you to have breakfast."
"Dad is temporarily busy, and your mommy is not in good health. Don't make her angry."
"Of course I won't make Mommy angry. Just don't make Mommy angry."