Fu Zhengzheng asked his aunt to get him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, fill them with rice, then eat with Fu Yanye, and asked him by the way: "Are you really divorced?"
Fu Yanye said nothing, looking at the rice in the bowl and sulking.
"Why did Director Zhang tell me that you have never approached him? And their computer does not show that you have gone through a divorce?"
As soon as Fu Zhengzheng said these words, the aunts behind him were stunned and their eyes almost fell out.
Their young master is not divorced?
"So you got a fake divorce certificate for A-Jian? Did A-Jian still believe it?"
Fu Zhengzheng continued to ask him, and then slowly ate his favorite beef.
Fu Yanye couldn't eat anymore, so he put down his chopsticks, stretched his long legs under the table, and leaned back in the chair, a bit like a broken jar.
Fu Zhengzheng couldn't help laughing and continued eating.
Fu Yanye thought for a while, then looked at his father and muttered: "Don't tell her about this first."
Fu Zhengzheng raised his eyebrows, indicating that he would not say anything, and then turned to look at his aunt: "Did you hear that? Don't say anything yet."
The aunt said she understood and immediately closed her mouth and nodded vigorously.
Fu Zhengzheng continued to eat and glanced at his son, looking forward to what his son wanted to do next.
"Lin Jiaoyang is entertaining guests at Starlight tonight. It is said that he ordered all the most expensive seafood in your store. Do you know who the guests are?"
Fu Zhengzheng asked him.
"No one can save him now, I promise."
Fu Yanye was very confident about this matter. After finishing speaking, he stood up and went to get a wine glass to pour himself wine.
He felt that he had to have a drink to feel better. That woman was a cruel person, and he could no longer think of her as gentle and lovely.
Because she can flip out faster than turning over a book.
The two of them sat in the restaurant for a while, drank some wine, and then went upstairs.
Fu Yanye went directly to the bedroom, and it was indeed empty.
He didn't even bury his legs in it, turned around and went to another room.
Zhuo Jian was having fun with Chengcheng on the bed. Chengcheng's little hands sometimes touched her mouth and sometimes hit her breasts, making her giggle.
Fu Yanye saw that scene as soon as he opened the door, and his heart immediately melted.
But as soon as Zhuo Jian heard the door knock and turned around to see him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, so his heart that had just melted half solidified into ice again.
Fu Yanye walked in and slowly walked to the bed. Her dark eyes glanced at the bad boy she was holding, and in the next moment she took him away from her hands. But as soon as he left, Zhuo Jian's open heart
Fu Yanye looked at him clearly.
Zhuo Jian immediately retracted his hand, sat up while holding his collar, and asked him: "Why did you come in?"
"Can't I come and see my son?"
Fu Yanye asked, and then looked at the brat he was holding in his hand. He dared to touch his wife's breasts. It was really abominable.
Zhuo Jian didn't know that he was thinking about this, but she pursed her lips in embarrassment, then glanced at the small alarm clock on the table next to her to remind him: "Then finish reading and go to rest. It's getting late."
Fu Yanye hugged Chengcheng well and turned to look at her: "You don't want me to stay longer?"
She buttoned up her buttons again, but because she was in a hurry, she didn't notice that she buttoned the wrong button. Fu Yanye looked at it, and when he looked away, he reminded her: "Buttoned the wrong button."
"..."
Zhuo Jian immediately lowered his head in embarrassment.
Shivering, I went to unbutton the button again, but...
Okay, let’s correct the mistake.
But Fu Yanye couldn't stand it: "Tie it again, it will look awkward."
He really couldn't bear to see this and wished he could tear it open and tie it up again.