After Zhuo Jian entered the door, she took off her high heels uncomfortably and said to him, "I'm going to take off my makeup first and take a bath, okay?"
"Wait a minute, can you take off your clothes?"
"Um?"
"I haven't taken it off yet, like this."
Fu Yanye's eyes reminded her of her thoughts.
Zhuo Jian blushed and said, "Stop making trouble."
Fu Yanye smiled and picked her up from the ground again, "I will only mess with one woman in my life, and that's you, Mrs. Fu."
Zhuo Jian had no choice but to occupy the high ground in the bathroom again.
She was held by him on the sink outside, his hands slowly moving on her gown.
He was looking for a place to untie his clothes, but Zhuo Jian felt that he was teasing her, which must be intentional.
Fu Yanye received her indulgent and angry look, but only glanced at her, and immediately studied her clothes intently.
Zhuo Jian sighed and reminded: "My clothes have been touched by many people."
Fu Yanye immediately stopped his hand the next second and looked straight at her with his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian also looked at him, "I hugged and cuddled with many people, so why didn't I cuddle with you all day long? Isn't your mysophobia cured by now?"
"It's not good, it's just that when I see you, I can't help it."
Fu Yanye murmured seriously.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and stopped talking. Fu Yanye's hand finally fell on the bow at the back of her waist, and then gently pulled it.
The bow was untied and her gown was loose.
But there seem to be several more inside.
He picked it off piece by piece, and finally Zhuo Jian finally held his hand: "Boss Fu, you can do it if you want, but I have to settle an account with you first."
"Settling accounts?"
"Yes, settle accounts."
Zhuo Jian looked at him with bright eyes, suddenly serious.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes slightly, looked at her again a second later, smiled slightly, and asked, "Did Mom call you?"
"You're hiding something as important as my son's fever from me? Don't you know that mother and son are connected, and the less I know, the more worried I become?"
"I just want to have a good Mid-Autumn Festival with my wife. Is that wrong?"
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him and did not argue with him.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly: "Isn't this going to happen next time?"
"Um."
Zhuo Jian nodded.
When Fu Yanye saw her nodding, he immediately became happy again and said, "I'll help you remove your makeup."
He really can do it.
Help her undress, help her remove her makeup, and then help her take a bath.
Zhuo Jian's childhood dreams all came true.
Fortunately, there was enough foam in the bathtub so that she wouldn't be too embarrassed when he washed her.
Fu Yanye kissed her shoulder and murmured: "You seem to have lost some weight."
"Do you not like it?"
Zhuo Jian asked him curiously.
Fu Yanye was very serious, "I don't like it, I like my wife to be chubby."
"Then would I like my husband to be more honest with me?"
"for example......"
"For example, if your son has a fever, it doesn't matter if you tell me. We have had a fever once or twice a year since we were young, right? Isn't there scientific proof that having a fever is detoxification? From now on, just tell me about such small things, okay?"
"Does it still require us to fly over for such a trivial matter?"
Fu Yanye asked her back.
Zhuo Jian: "I have already booked a flight for six o'clock tomorrow morning."
Fu Yanye frowned, "So fast?"
"Of course it doesn't matter if it's just a fever, but Chengcheng cried for her mother as soon as she woke up. I can't just wait for the call at home."
"Can't you wait for me for a day?"
"When you're done, you can fly over there. My son and I will wait for you over there."