Zhuo Jian also habitually wanted to cooperate with him and do as he said, but after untying it, she suddenly felt a headache in her fingers. Something flashed in her mind. She suddenly let go and asked him: "Get out."
Isn’t that enough?”
"..."
Fu Yanye turned around and looked at her questioningly.
Zhuo Jian repeated: "Just go out and return the orange to me."
Her buttons were open, and the red skin accidentally poked by her fingers was exposed, and the collarbone on one side was also faintly visible. Fu Yanye felt angry just by looking at it, but holding the child in his arms was so sweet.
Not going out: "I just came in, don't I have the right to stay with my son for a while?"
Fu Yanye said and simply hugged Chengcheng and sat down beside the bed.
Zhuo Jian reflexively jumped up from the bed, tilted her head and looked at him in disbelief: "Fu Yanye, we are divorced."
"So what?"
Fu Yanye was even more confused. He was not sitting on her bed.
"Then how can you still sit on my bed?"
Zhuo Jian was surprised.
"Sorry to remind you, this is my son's bed, and I bought it."
"..."
Okay, Zhuo Jian admitted that he lost. Not only did he buy the bed, but also everything in this room belonged to the Fu family?
And she, a woman named Zhuo, sleeps here.
Zhuo Jian thought about it, and the more he thought about it, the more annoyed he became. He lowered his head and looked around, and finally found his slippers. He walked over and put them on and started looking around again.
Fu Yanye guessed that she was looking for a bag or something, so she subconsciously stood up from the bed with the child in her arms: "Okay, I'll give it back to you."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him stubbornly with tear-filled eyes.
"Give me back your bed."
Fu Yanye reiterated it again, fearing that she might not understand.
Seeing her eyes suddenly turn red, his heart ached to death.
Of course, Zhuo Jian didn't really want to leave, she was just afraid that if he kept saying that the whole house belonged to him, then it would be too late for her to leave. When she heard him say that, it didn't seem like he still dared to leave.
After provoking her, Zhuo Jian simply sat back and then stretched out his hand: "Give me back the orange."
"Give."
Fu Yanye surrendered.
Seeing her angry, seeing her eyes red, seeing her wanting to cry, seeing her wanting to leave, he couldn't afford it.
Zhuo Jian took Chengcheng and held her in her arms. Chengcheng happily licked her fingers and looked at her, then suddenly raised her head and smiled silly at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye suddenly felt a stomachache.
In fact, his stomach was not that delicate, but when he saw the boy smiling at him in his woman's arms, it was as if the boy was laughing at his incompetence, so he had a stomachache.
Especially Chengcheng naturally put her hand into Zhuo Jian's arms, haha.
Fu Yanye couldn't help but grit his teeth to suppress the roar, and reminded in a deep voice: "He's so old, he doesn't need to touch you anymore, right?"
"What?"
Zhuo Jian really didn't hear clearly because she also lowered her head and looked down. Is this kid really doing this? Is this a habitual action?
"I said he doesn't want to breastfeed anymore, so he shouldn't touch you anymore, right?"
Fu Yanye became more and more angry as he talked.
Zhuo Jian's old face was red. He wanted to speak but suddenly got stuck. He couldn't help but raised his voice. While taking Chengcheng's hand, he whispered to him: "Children are like this when they are with their mothers. You can go out first."
.”
"..."
There was still some mist in her eyes, and Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time without daring to say another word, turned around and left.