On the big bed in the master bedroom on the second floor, there are two men, one big and one small.
Fu Yanye was lying on the bedside in loose pajamas, with his little ancestor in cartoon pajamas lying in the middle.
"Drinking?"
Fu Yanye asked after seeing Zhuo Jian on the screen.
"You will definitely drink when socializing. Where is my son?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
Fu Yanye moved to the side, tightened it, and soon turned the screen to his face again.
Before Zhuo Jian could see her son clearly, her heart softened for only a second. When she saw his face, she glanced at the two girls sitting in front of her. Yuan Man and Chang Xia left consciously.
Zhuo Jian said: "What I want to see is my son."
"What's so good about him sleeping?"
Fu Yanye said.
"Then I'll hang up."
Zhuo Jian said.
"Hold on, how many drinks have you had tonight? Have you been rude to me?"
Fu Yanye looked at her rosy face and couldn't help but ask her.
Zhuo Jian looked at herself on the screen and thought, WeChat shouldn't have a beauty function, right?
Maybe it was because of the lighting. She didn't realize that she had had a few more drinks. Why was she so red?
"I am a married woman, and my husband is the famous Fu Yanye. Who dares to touch me without fear of death?"
Zhuo Jian asked him back.
Fu Yanye felt much relieved after hearing this. He couldn't help but touch her pillow and murmured: "Come back soon, I don't feel at ease when you are not at home."
"You should sleep well with your son. It's too late. He died."
"I was taking good care of him. Tonight Yan Zheng and Su Bai came to me for a drink and I didn't even go. They thought I was at home with you."
How could he know that he was accompanying their young ancestor.
Fu Yanye reluctantly asked her to hang up the phone and kept looking for a topic.
Zhuo Jian couldn't hang up even if he wanted to, so he stood up with his phone in hand, walked to the window and looked at the night scene outside, and said, "Fu Yanye, it's quite beautiful here. Let's travel together when you have time."
Fu Yanye's eyes lit up. His wife asked him to go on a trip?
When we are at home, we want to separate. When we are separated, we miss home again.
Is this considered human nature?
Zhuo Jian looked outside and felt more and more that life was probably like that. There was no such thing as a perfect couple. Everything in the past was over. They should just live like that and stop being uncomfortable.
Anyway...
She will never love anyone else.
After Fu Yanye heard what he wanted to hear, he said good night to her with satisfaction. When he turned around and looked at his son, he suddenly felt that this little ancestor was not so annoying anymore, and couldn't help but raise his hand to touch him.
Fortunately, this little ancestor allowed Zhuo Jian to continue living with him.
Fu Yanye was rare and gentle, and kissed Chengcheng's forehead gently.
The bedside lamp that was only on was also turned off, and the father and son fell asleep next to each other on the big bed.
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On the first night of the summer vacation, Zhuo Jian's new program was officially launched.
At this time, her publications officially started to be sold. After the book signing, Ouyang Ping, Li Yuqing, and Yang Yi went to celebrate with her, and Sheng Xin also brought flowers to congratulate her.
They are used to gathering at private restaurants on Dongyuan Road, with fixed private rooms.
Leaving the two men chatting awkwardly inside, Zhuo Jian and Ouyang Ping went to the bathroom.
Suddenly the door to the arm's room opened and a girl was thrown out.
Zhuo Jian and Ouyang Ping subconsciously took two steps back, looked at the girl who fell on the ground and was just crying, and then looked into the private room.