Zhuo Jian hugged Chengcheng and was about to lie down when the door suddenly banged, and the two of them glanced at the door reflexively.
"Your father is really cruel."
Facing Boss Fu slamming the door and leaving, Zhuo Jian just muttered this, then hugged Chengcheng and placed her on the bed.
Chengcheng suddenly took out her drool-covered hands and muttered: "Dad, dad, dad."
"..."
This kid can not only call mom, but also dad. Is it true?
Is it just random shouting, or is it really possible?
Zhuo Jian stared at his small mouth for a while, and then looked at his big, not very sincere eyes, and couldn't help but think that he was probably screaming randomly.
But as soon as she lay down, she smelled a familiar smell of shit. Zhuo Jianqing reflexively smelled it again, and then sat up suddenly and looked at him angrily.
It turns out he didn’t call me daddy, but he wanted to...
hehe.
Fu Yanye returned to the bedroom and stood for a while before taking off his clothes. However, before he finished taking off his clothes, he heard the sound of the door opening outside and subconsciously looked at the door again.
Zhuo Jian came out with the trash can in his hand. After placing it at the door, he felt that it still smelled bad. Just as he was about to push it aside, Fu Yanye frowned and saw that the trash can was getting closer and closer to his door.
I couldn't help but ask her: "What are you doing?"
Zhuo Jian had already been looking at him when she heard him opening the door. After hearing his question, she came back to her senses after a few seconds. Then her eyes moved again, and she suddenly thought that she seemed to have misplaced her place and should go to another place.
Pushing, so he whispered: "Sorry, I'll just throw it down."
"What?"
"How about you throw away your son's excrement for me?"
Zhuo Jian deliberately picked up the trash can.
Fu Yanye frowned, staring at her slender hands, and then staring at the thing held in her slender hands, his eyes almost narrowed to a slit.
"You're just kidding. I know you have mysophobia, so I'll throw it away."
"Wait."
Just as Zhuo Jian was about to run downstairs, Fu Yanye suddenly shouted.
Zhuo Jian stopped and looked back at him, "Do you have any other instructions from Mr. Fu?"
"I go!"
Fu Yanye said that he had already walked towards her and successfully took the trash can in her hand.
Zhuo Jian didn't move. Seeing him staring at the trash can as if thinking hard about something, she said, "Don't force it, even though he just called daddy after you left."
Fu Yanye: "..."
Chengcheng usually has someone to carry it, unless Zhuo Jian comes over and wants to carry it by himself. The garbage in the house is afraid of affecting the environment, so he throws it away immediately, so he prepared a small trash can. Although it is expensive, it does not have a cover.
When Fu Yanye carried the trash can downstairs, he seemed to be carrying some holy object.
Zhuo Jian stood aside and took a look, thinking to himself that he thought he was going to read the imperial edict.
But thinking that her son was in bed, she immediately ran back.
Sure enough, the kid sat up by himself, put on a clean diaper, and happily rocked his little toy back and forth on the bed.
Well, it's already past ten o'clock, and he doesn't seem sleepy at all.
After Fu Yanye threw away the trash, he went back to the room to take a shower. He first washed his slender fingers from top to bottom, from the inside to the outside, over and over again, even under the fingernails. After washing them N times, he finally relaxed.
He took a breath, then put himself under the shower head and rushed hard.
That boy really didn't make him happy even a day from the time he was in his wife's belly until he was born.
Of course, sometimes he also found it very strange. Every time the boy cried, laughed for the first time, turned over, and sat up, every change made him couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, and then later he actually screamed
Now that you are parents, you can call them mom and dad...
Fu Yanye was thinking this and suddenly remembered that the trash can was still outside the door. He stood up again within a few minutes of lying down.
Maybe they will use it at night.
He lifted the trash can to the door of the children's room with his feet, then held the door handle firmly, and then gently pushed it open.
He thought mother and son had fallen asleep.
As a result, he saw Zhuo Jian kneeling beside the bed, making the boy happy.
