She opened it and saw the names of two people she was familiar with written on it.
Zhuang Mingli and Li Jing.
Finally, their wedding arrived.
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully: "Will you go?"
"No, what about you?"
"It's hard to say."
Zhuo Jian didn't care much about what he said.
Fu Yanye turned and looked at her deeply. He wanted to make sure whether she was serious or intentional.
"Drive well."
Zhuo Jian put the wedding invitation back inside, closed the drawer, and then looked outside.
Wish them well.
After the two returned home, the children had also been picked up. Those who practiced the piano practiced and those who played games played games. Fu Yanye said: "I will be in charge tonight. Just order whatever you want to eat."
Zhuo Jian somewhat understood what he meant these two days, and said, "I won't order, but we will eat whatever Mr. Fu makes."
Fu Yanye: "..."
For a week, he personally drove her to and from get off work and cooked her meals.
Until that Monday night, he suddenly sent a message, "I have an entertainment, I will go back later."
Wang Rui even took time out of his busy schedule to pick her up, "Young madam, I will take you back."
Zhuo Jian got into his car and asked him: "Has the child gained weight again?"
"Yuan Man said she couldn't hold her anymore."
"She is frail now."
Zhuo Jian replied to him.
The two chatted casually for a few words and soon arrived at the old house.
Chengcheng watched Zhuo Jian cooking in the kitchen and asked, "Mommy, didn't dad come back to cook tonight?"
"Well, he has entertainment."
In fact, she always knew in her heart that he would not be able to pick her up and cook for her for a long time.
She just didn't expect it to end so soon.
Zhuo Jian didn't know where he went, but when he saw that his seat was empty, he sighed.
It was almost twelve o'clock in the evening when the door of their bedroom was gently opened.
Zhuo Jian felt a cool feeling on his forehead, but the coolness soon ended.
He leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then sat next to her and looked at her for a while, then got up and left with his coat.
When she got up the next morning, he was already holding Chengtian and sitting on the edge of her bed. Chengtian climbed into her arms and called her mommy, very happy.
Fu Yanye looked on, "Good morning."
Zhuo Jian hugged Chengtian to prevent her from falling: "Yeah."
Fu Yanye didn't say much and just smiled at her. Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable and asked, "What time did you come back last night?"
"It's past eleven o'clock."
"oh."
Seeing that he had no intention of saying more, Zhuo Jian didn't ask any more questions, but she checked her phone at 11:30, which meant she didn't come back until at least 11:30.
Or maybe he came back just after she fell asleep.
"Get up, breakfast is almost ready."
"good."
"Mommy mommy."
Cheng Tian just wanted to do something in her arms early in the morning, and he started to tear her collar off while watching her.
Fu Yanye took Chengtian from her arms in time, carefully released her hand from Zhuo Jian's collar, and then picked her up: "I'll take her down first."
"good."
Zhuo Jian sat on the bed and watched him carry Cheng Tian down, and suddenly that bad feeling came over her again.
He was hiding something from her.
Zhuo Jian was not very breathable, so after getting up, he asked someone to get him a cup of coffee, and he drank the coffee and blew in the air in the yard.
The wind in April is really warm.
In the morning, Fu Yanye sent her to work as usual. There was an unfamiliar number on the screen on the way, but he hung up.
Zhuo Jian asked him, "If it's inconvenient for you to carry me, don't embarrass yourself anymore."
"No inconvenience."
Fu Yanye glanced at her and continued driving seriously.
When Zhuo Jian saw that he was so calm, he was almost angry to death. Then he turned to look out the window. Who wouldn't cherish words like gold?