After Fu Yanye got home, he went directly upstairs, carrying a box of desserts in his hand.
He checked his watch before entering the door. Before eleven o'clock, she should have finished taking a bath, lying on the bed with her son, reading a book, etc. Thinking of her white and pink skin, he took a breath and held his hand.
door handle.
Um?
For a moment, it didn’t open.
Again, it's still unbreakable.
what happened?
He looked down at the door handle. It seemed different from before?
After Zhuo Jian coaxed Chengcheng to sleep, she held her notebook next to her while typing. When she heard some movement, she raised her eyes and thought it was him who was back, so she continued typing on the keyboard with her head lowered.
Fu Yanye's cell phone called quickly. She turned around and looked at it. Because it was on mute, she ignored it.
Fu Yanye sent another message, "Someone sent me dessert."
Zhuo Jian didn't read it and continued typing.
Fu Yanye thought to himself, could he have fallen asleep? He looked at the dessert in his hand, frowned unconsciously, and turned to go downstairs.
Wang Yue, who was watching Korean dramas downstairs, couldn't help but chuckle when he saw him in despair and asked him: "What's wrong? Are you being kicked out?"
"Would you know that she changed the door lock?"
After Fu Yanye sat down and put the dessert on the table, he asked her.
"Of course I know, but you didn't ask me."
Wang Yue thought to himself, your wife and I changed the lock together.
Fu Yanye sighed and looked at the TV series, where a middle-aged couple was quarreling and getting divorced, and unconsciously felt that it was mocking him.
Before he reached middle age, his wife no longer wanted him.
Wang Yue leaned over and dragged the dessert in front of him, opened it quickly, picked up the spoon given to him, took a bite and tasted it, then immediately nodded, "Well, it's really fresh."
"..."
Fu Yanye didn't expect that the dessert he bought for his wife would end up in his mother's mouth, but it was so fresh. He went to the store to look around and had someone make it again. Of course, it cost a good price, otherwise
How could anyone be willing to cook it freshly for him so late?
But that woman, really, the more I think about it, the more irritating she becomes.
But he didn't believe he couldn't stop her.
Early the next morning, Zhuo Jian got up and went to the toilet and opened the door. She was afraid of delaying Wang Yue when he came in to kiss Chengcheng. However, she didn't expect that she heard the door being opened from the outside just as she opened the door.
She only took two steps and turned around to see nothing. Then slowly, she saw someone staring at her from the crack in the door.
Zhuo Jian was startled, raised his hand to cover his heart and asked, "What are you doing?"
Fu Yanye saw her waking up, opened the door directly, and asked her with a cold face: "What else do I want to ask you for? Why do you need to change the door lock at home?"
"Don't you know whether men and women are kissing each other? Of course it's to prevent you from running into your ex-wife's room in the middle of the night."
"you......"
"Mr. Fu, please find another one."
"..."
Fu Yanye frowned.
"I also plan to find a stepfather for my son."
"you dare."
Hearing that she really said what he thought, Fu Yanye suddenly lost his composure.
"We have obtained the divorce certificate. Now I am a truly free person. Why don't I dare?"
Zhuo Jian asked him in confusion.
"Okay, you go find it, as long as you don't mind I will pull a banner for you in front of your TV station."
"What banner?"
"Zhuo Jian was slept with by Fu Yanye again last night."
Fu Yanye looked down at her, those words were particularly special.