Four silly words, the corners of his mouth curved into a smile, his dark eyes quickly moved from her face to the boy in her arms, and then suddenly frowned, when her heartbeat was thundering against him,
Suddenly he frowned in displeasure and asked, "Why is it green?"
"..."
While Zhuo Jian was holding her chubby baby son, she looked at him carefully. His breath smelled of alcohol and his whole body seemed to have a drunken aura. She frowned a little unhappy.
: "How much did you drink?"
Fu Yanye was pinching the tail of his son's pajamas and looking at it. He was very unhappy. When he heard her question, he subconsciously turned to look at her again: "Two or three cups."
"Two or three drinks?"
Zhuo Jian's pink lips moved, expressing her strong disapproval of his two or three cups.
"Maybe three or four cups. If you ask Su Bai and Yan Zheng, they insist on me drinking."
As he spoke, he suddenly turned back 180 degrees and instantly fell on Chengcheng's children's bed.
Chengcheng looked at his bed being occupied in a blink of an eye, and suddenly burst into tears.
When Zhuo Jian heard her son cry, her heart almost broke. She bumped and coaxed her while looking at Fu Yanye, trying to wake him up, but Chengcheng closed her eyes tightly and her eyebrows were red. She couldn't help but feel distressed.
The person lying on the bed turned sideways and continued to be drunk.
Zhuo Jian suddenly didn't know what to do when she saw him like that, but Wang Yue ran in after hearing Chengcheng cry. Seeing Fu Yanye lying on the bed sleeping, and her grandson crying again, she felt heartbroken and went to hug Chengcheng.
Cheng asked: "What happened to him?"
"Brother Su Bai said he drank too much."
Zhuo Jian whispered and couldn't help but look at him again.
Why drink too much?
As an adult, you can’t control yourself?
Of course, she can be willful sometimes, but now she is just unhappy, and this is in the old house.
If he went to Shengyuan, she wouldn't be too lazy to be angry.
"Oh, my darling, don't cry. Grandma will take you to play."
Wang Yue coaxed Chengcheng to carry him out, then turned around and said, "If you put him to sleep in the bedroom, what's the point of sleeping in Chengcheng's room?"
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"I'll take Chengcheng away and sleep with me and your dad tonight."
Wang Yue said and left directly.
Chengcheng stopped crying immediately after being taken away by her grandma.
Wang Yue glanced at him, couldn't help but smiled and muttered: "Little clever boy, it's just thunder but no rain, are you crying? Ah?"
Of course it didn't fall out. I squeezed it hard several times and it didn't come out.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him. He was such a tall man, how could she get him away?
Zhuo Jian wanted to leave, but was afraid that the elders would be sad if they saw it, so she turned to look at him and finally walked back.
But as soon as the voice came out, it was dull, "Fu Yanye, go back to your room and sleep."
Fu Yan couldn't move at night.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again with disappointment. They were the only two people left in the room. If he wasn't drunk, he shouldn't have pretended to be drunk, right?
"Fu Yanye."
She screamed again, her eyes getting hotter and hotter.
She hates being alone like this.
"Chengcheng just peed on the bed and I didn't have time to change him. Can't you feel it?"
She lowered her eyebrows and looked at him motionless, then said this in a low voice, and then Fu Yanye climbed up two seconds later.
