Zhuo Jian suddenly couldn't scream, so she just asked him: "Can I call you baby?"
"Baby? Baby, you are awesome."
Fu Yanye felt like his whole body was on fire, but she could save her.
——
Early the next morning, the sun was shining brightly.
One couple cooks and the other takes care of the baby.
Zhuo Jian put Chengcheng on the big bed, remade the small bed, and then turned to look at Chengcheng.
Chengcheng sat in the middle of the big bed, shaking the small toy in his hand and smiling innocently at her.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but murmured: "Son, this is the bed your father personally chose for you. It has nothing to do with your mother."
Chengcheng crawled over and approached the crib, but instead of going in, she stretched out her hand towards Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian understood immediately and bent down to pick him up, "Don't you like this little bed, baby?"
Chengcheng turned her head and glanced at the small bed, shook her head in disgust, and then put her hand into Zhuo Jian's arms.
Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked down when he felt it, and couldn't help but laugh.
But it wasn't over yet. Chengcheng felt unhappy because she couldn't touch her with this hand. She had to switch to another hand, but the bell on the toy accidentally scratched the bottom of her neck.
Zhuo Jian looked at it and whispered, "Your father can't see this."
Chengcheng also looked at it, but didn't understand it. He threw the toy away and continued to touch it.
Later, Yuan Man and Chang Xia came up to help take care of the baby, and they had breakfast together.
Fu Yanye said, "If you're not busy today, why don't we go play tennis together in the afternoon?"
"Busy. Although the interview show has been recorded, we are now preparing for a new show."
"What new show?"
"A show about postpartum moms."
Zhuo Jian told him.
Fu Yanye nodded after hearing this, "Does it sound meaningful?"
"Of course, the purpose of the program is to let more people see the life of postpartum mothers. I hope everyone will be more tolerant and tolerant of this group and give them more understanding."
"But if postpartum mothers want to work, you know, in society, no one can be an exception. In the company, it is like the law of the jungle. Whether you are a postpartum mother or a patient with illness, as long as you stand in this position, if you are not good, you have to
leave."
Fu Yanye immediately understood what she meant, but felt that her program was too idealistic.
"you are right."
Zhuo Jian was unable to refute him after hearing this.
But after thinking about it, she still said: "So, can you do me a favor?"
"Um?"
"There must be many mothers in your company who go to work soon after giving birth, right?"
"..."
Fu Yanye put down the bowl and chopsticks, and his wife paid all her attention to him.
"You said before that when I have something to do, I should come to you first. If you feel embarrassed, I will go to Brother Su Bai and Brother Yan Zheng."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye stared at her for a while and smiled: "If we find them again, I will cripple them."
"You are half-brothers and you want to fight?"
"Playing tennis can also make people crippled."
Fu Yanye reminded.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
"I'll give the order."
Fu Yanye finally replied to her.
Zhuo Jian nodded happily. In fact, she knew that he would definitely agree.
After breakfast, Uncle Zhou from the old house came with his aunt to clean them and took Chengcheng to the old house.
