Fu Yanye turned around, took the plate behind him, and hugged her, "I can accept it no matter how sweet it is, as long as it's made by you."
I heard that she went there last night, but I didn't expect to go there so early this morning.
Was she like this when she was a child?
In order to make moon cakes for him, I went over and over again.
Fu Yanye hugged her and suddenly felt like he had found a treasure.
"Jian Jian."
"Um?"
"Don't ever leave me in this life."
He suddenly said softly.
"There is no reason to leave anymore."
Zhuo Jian hugged him and sighed.
At that time, I really wanted to leave because my father went to ask him for help, but he cold-bloodedly ignored me.
But the French Open is back, how can he help?
Once you think about some things, you just let them go.
When he didn't let go, she gave up some of her obsessions.
Zhuo Jian thought of her cell phone in his hand just now and asked him, "Did someone call me just now?"
"No, I looked at the time."
Fu Yanye responded to her, lowered his eyes and suddenly kissed her.
Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, "Don't come."
"What's wrong? Are you scared?"
Fu Yanye murmured ambiguously and kissed her pink skin.
Zhuo Jian muttered: "I'm either afraid or..."
"Aren't you afraid? Just play some more. We won't see you until very late tonight."
Fu Yanye pressed her under his body again.
——
Zhuo Jian's show was at ten o'clock in the evening. Zhuo Jian was a little anxious while waiting. Her phone rang several times. Yuan Man couldn't help but finally took the phone to her and whispered in her ear: "It's my wife. I've already called her."
Several times."
Zhuo Jian, wearing Hanfu, glanced at his vibrating mobile phone, then quietly slipped out of the crowd to answer the phone.
"Jian Jian, oh, why did you answer the phone? Chengcheng has a fever and keeps crying."
"Fever? How high?"
Zhuo Jian's heart tightened, but there was still a glimmer of reason in her mind that made her ask important questions quickly.
"Thirty-nine degrees five, we have been hospitalized, but this child cries when he wakes up and calls his mother. I have no choice but to call you. Are you busy?"
"Busy, no, not busy, you tell me."
Zhuo Jian remembered seeing Fu Yanye holding her mobile phone in the morning. He said at the time that he just checked the time.
It seems not.
And after a while of communication, she also found out that it was true that Wang Yue had called her about Chengcheng in the past two days.
But Fu Yanye didn't say a word to her.
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat accelerated again. Before hanging up the phone, she said seriously: "Mom, I'll book the earliest flight after tonight's show."
"good."
Wang Yue agreed and quickly hung up the phone and returned to the ward to take care of her precious grandson.
Zhuo Jian stood at the window for a long time, unable to recover.
Chengcheng is sick. No wonder she has been uneasy these past few days. It may be because of the heart-to-heart relationship between mother and son.
Zhuo Jian thought, and then immediately opened her mobile phone to search for the fastest flight.
It was too late tonight, but fortunately the elders were all here, and she immediately booked a flight for tomorrow morning.
"Teacher Zhuo."
Someone called her from a distance.
Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and immediately put away his phone, "Here he comes."
The show was eight minutes long, but when she was hanging Wia, something went wrong and she almost fell off.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia watched from behind and could only tremble.
Fortunately, the show ended and she quickly left the stage after the curtain call.
Yuan Man was concerned about her, "You weren't hurt just now, were you?"