Zhuo Jian looked at him with tearful eyes and humbly whispered: "Sir, I really am not your wife."
Fu Yanye already felt like the sky was falling and the earth was falling. He was in so much pain that he couldn't speak.
Zhuo Jian saw that he was absent-minded, raised his hand and pushed him away, escaped from him and ran while shouting: "Husband, husband, that man is a pervert, let's leave quickly."
Fu Yanye: "..."
When Sheng Xin heard the voice coming from the door, he finally felt relieved and could smile.
He knew that she would be able to handle it.
Sheng Xin stood up, took Zhuo Jian's bag and coat and went out. When he saw Zhuo Jian running towards him, he immediately held her hand.
Her hands were cold, ice cold.
He held it tightly, looked at the people coming out not far away, and said firmly to Zhuo Jian: "Let's go."
Zhuo Jian's eyes were not as pitiful as before, she just nodded to him firmly and followed him.
Fu Yanye returned to the private room. Facing the emptiness in the private room, he walked to Zhuo Jian's seat in despair.
There was a little bit of lipstick on the teacup she had used, and his hand gently touched it, and the corners of his lips moved slightly.
The dark eyes were full of pain.
He couldn't tell the difference between true and false.
I just feel that it is not what she said.
She will not have children with other men.
She will return to him, and she will return to him with Chengcheng.
Everything will be the same as before.
Orange?
Fu Yanye's dark eyes immediately darkened a lot, and he took out his cell phone and dialed a familiar number.
——
Sheng Xin took Zhuo Jian out of the hotel, and she fell silent as soon as they got in the car.
Sheng Xin asked her: "Are you okay?"
Zhuo Jian glanced at him, "Huh?"
"Does it hurt?"
He glanced at the position of her heart, but there was no ill intention.
Zhuo Jian lowered his head and said with a smile: "No Yang milk."
Sheng Xin: "..."
She was just pretending.
Sheng Xin smiled helplessly after trying to understand her intention. After starting the car, he couldn't help but sigh, "Will he believe it?"
"have no idea."
Zhuo Jian's eyes were particularly calm and sharp. She remembered the look on his face in the bathroom when he thought she was pumping her breasts, and her heart felt inexplicably.
"He might not believe it, even for a short time."
Sheng Xin told her while driving.
Zhuo Jian was thinking of Chengcheng, but what he was afraid of was that he knew that Chengcheng was still alive and would take Chengcheng away.
She couldn't give Chengcheng to him because he didn't love Chengcheng.
Zhuo Jian felt a little impatient. Looking at the road outside, she felt that this road was too far from home.
She looked outside and said something like this unconsciously, "Sheng Xin, I might have to leave."
Sheng Xin's car was about to stop on the side of the road soon, and Zhuo Jian said, "No, don't stop, go home right away."
She was panicked, worried that Fu Yanye would immediately grab Chengcheng after he realized what he was doing.
Sheng Xin had no choice but to continue driving, but his heart was indescribably uneasy. He didn't want her to leave.
"Or I can hide you somewhere else?"
Sheng Xin said.
Zhuo Jian thought, this city is no longer safe.
They, mother and son, should go to a more distant place, a place that he would never find again.
She had researched it online before.
Yes, she actually thought she would leave.
She couldn't always hide in Sheng Xin's house, and she couldn't always spend so much time with Sheng Xin.
Sheng Xin was grateful that she didn't hate her for hiding Chengcheng for so long, but when she said she wanted to leave, how could he let go?
Sheng Xin drove the car home, and Zhuo Jian immediately got out of the car. After entering the house, she saw that the home was intact, and her heart was relieved.
