Fu Yanye breathed a sigh of relief and put her in the chair next to the dining table: "Sit here and wait for me."
Zhuo Jian nodded. Seeing how hard he was working, she couldn't help but flirt with him.
Fu Yanye leaned forward in front of her, Zhuo Jian smiled with crooked eyes, and moved her lips sweetly to his two thin lips.
These two thin lips often made her feel aggrieved and angry, but occasionally they made her happy.
Fu Yanye was prepared to be kissed, but after she actually kissed him, he couldn't help but feel his heart throbbing, and his dark eyes fell heavily on her eyebrows again.
"Go and cook quickly, your son is hungry."
"Isn't she my daughter?"
Fu Yanye's original emotions were carried astray.
"Um...you want a daughter?"
Zhuo Jian's gentle long eyelashes twitched, and her beautiful big eyes looked at him worriedly.
"Is not it?"
Fu Yanye frowned, feeling that something was not right.
Zhuo Jian nervously licked the lips she had kissed him, then lowered her head like a little girl who had done something wrong, and said a few words delicately: "Grandma said that sour children are hot girls, so my baby may be a boy.
.”
After saying this, she felt that she had done a great sin for not being able to conceive a baby girl for her angry husband.
Fu Yanye was really not happy, but after looking at her for a long time, he just pinched her chin to make her look at him, and said to her seriously: "If this baby is a son, you should be prepared to have a second baby.
"
"ah?"
"Kiss me again!"
Fu Yanye didn't respond to her anymore, just a kiss.
Zhuo Jian reflexively kissed his lips again, and then continued to look at him: "What if the next baby is still a boy?"
"Then I will raise you like a pig and prepare for the next litter."
"..."
Does Mr. Fu mean that he is finished if he cannot give birth to a daughter?
Zhuo Jian touched his belly nervously, feeling that he was in some danger.
but......
I don’t know why, but my little face is warm and my heart feels a little sweet.
Will they have a second or third child?
So she doesn't have to worry about being kicked out by him for the time being?
After all, having a baby takes time.
Zhuo Jian sat in a chair and watched him cooking. She originally straightened her back, but then looked at his back and couldn't help but lie down on the table.
His back is so beautiful.
When Zhuo Jian realized that she was being a nymphomaniac, she was drooling, and she quickly touched the corners of her lips.
What if they could stay so happy forever?
They will, right?
As long as both of them work hard, they will definitely become better.
Will they all work hard?
Zhuo Jian always felt a little uneasy. Before lunch, he asked her to go back to Shengyuan and said that as long as she came back, he would tell her whether he cared about her or not.
But now...
Didn't he forget?
While eating, Fu Yanye answered Yan Zheng's call, and Yan Zheng asked him to go out for a drink again. Fu Yanye glanced at the woman eating opposite him: "There is a pregnant woman at home, why are you asking me to go out for a drink so late?"
Zhuo Jian realized that the pregnant woman he mentioned was herself, and raised his eyes.
Fu Yanye said again: "No, she is very petty to begin with. What will happen if we go and have a wedding? You brothers don't want to see something go wrong just after I hold the wedding, do you?"
Zhuo Jian's heart beat faster. Why did he feel like she had become a stumbling block preventing him from going out?
Fu Yanye saw her frowning and said, "She's not happy anymore. She's dead."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
With him like this, how could Yan Zheng and Su Bai miss her?
Shrew?
"Brother Yan Zheng wants to hang out with you?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
"Well! My stomach hasn't been feeling well lately, and the doctor told me to drink less."
"..."
The man who had just put all the blame on her suddenly said that he had a bad stomach. Zhuo Jian's eyes suddenly became squeamish, and she couldn't help but ask him: "Then why do you say that I am not happy for you to go out?"
"Do you want to call me out? Don't you want to know the answer?"