In the darkness, Fu Yanye's dirty talk became more and more excessive.
Zhuo Jian was tossed and turned by him for a long time, until the little baby on the crib suddenly let out a cry, and the two of them stopped.
"Hurry up and turn on the lights, you're disturbing your son."
Zhuo Jian murmured something in a low voice and ran away from him to hold the baby.
Fu Yanye: "..."
The lights are on, but what is this?
Chengcheng cried twice, but as soon as he smelled her mother's scent, she immediately turned her head to her heart and fell asleep again.
Fu Yanye gritted his teeth angrily and couldn't help but question: "I suspect he did it on purpose."
"Don't make trouble."
Zhuo Jian gently held the hand that was moving around her body and murmured.
Fu Yanye hugged her and continued to make trouble while gritting his teeth and said, "Let him cry for a little longer, just for fun."
If this can really add to the fun, she will be convinced by her dear husband.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, "I'm afraid I won't be able to cheer you up, but it will make you soft."
Fu Yanye looked at his wife with ambiguous eyes, smiled and whispered: "Madam can also make such a joke."
Zhuo Jian: "..."
She was not joking, but when she met his ambiguous and fiery eyes, she still blushed with embarrassment and said, "You are annoying, go to bed."
"How can I sleep like this?"
Fu Yanye was behind her and hugged her tightly.
Zhuo Jian was speechless, but she was still coaxing Chengcheng.
Fu Yanye glanced at his precious son again through her. He was already asleep. He thought for a while and said, "Wait for me."
"where did you go?"
"One minute."
Fu Yanye got out of bed and walked away with long legs. After leaving the door, Zhuo Jian heard some movement next door and came back within a minute, holding a stuffed turtle in his hand.
Zhuo Jian looked at him doubtfully.
Fu Yanye first put Oogway in the crib, then walked to the bedside, half-kneeling and took Chengcheng away from her arms.
As soon as Chengcheng's little hands left her mother's arms, she started humming again.
Zhuo Jian whispered: "Hurry up and bring me back."
"Shh."
Fu Yanye stood up holding Chengcheng in his arms and patted her gently a few times.
Perhaps her father also had a special smell, so Chengcheng soon fell asleep again.
But Zhuo Jian felt warm in her heart for a moment. He was actually very good at coaxing his son to sleep.
Although the expression on his face is still awkward, the tenderness in his eyes is actually difficult to conceal.
Fu Yanye placed Chengcheng in the small bed next to the big bed and stuffed the turtle next to Chengcheng.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
How can children be so easy to deceive?
After Fu Yanye was done, he went to bed again, and this time he jumped directly on her: "This time there should be no problem."
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but laugh, feeling that her husband was so capable.
"What should I do if you have another problem?"
Zhuo Jian raised her hand and hooked the back of his neck, her fingers naturally pierced into his black hair, and asked him softly.
"What else can I do? I can only surrender to you mother and son?"
"Can you raise one?"
"uh-huh."
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes to kiss her and whispered: "Do you feel it?"