"How could it be the young master's? Didn't you hear that the young lady gave birth to the baby only a month ago, and she and the young master had already separated by that time."
The housekeeper reminded her again.
Naturally, the housekeeper also fantasized a lot, but in the end, after counting the time, he was sure that he had thought too much.
When Wang Yue came out of the kitchen and heard what they were saying, her eyebrows tightened unconsciously.
Why do I suddenly feel like something is not quite right?
What on earth didn't she think of?
Wang Yue thought about it and went upstairs. Zhuo Jian coaxed Chengcheng to sleep. She stepped forward and asked softly: "How is it?"
Only then did Zhuo Jian get up, straighten her clothes and whispered back to her: "It's better."
Wang Yue bent down and touched Chengcheng's face. He felt that it was still a little warm. He sighed distressedly and whispered: "God bless the baby, please get better soon. I don't know what that kid Fu Yanye did."
, and didn’t answer the phone call.”
When Zhuo Jian heard the words Fu Yanye, he was silent for a while and said softly: "Secretary Wu said something happened in the company. He went on a business trip and is probably still on the plane at the moment."
Wang Yue nodded after hearing this, couldn't help but glance at Zhuo Jian again, and asked: "So, you haven't divorced yet?"
"Looks like we'll have to wait another day."
Zhuo Jian nodded.
Wang Yue couldn't explain what was going on with him, but he didn't feel regretful or unhappy.
After returning to the room, he couldn't help but mutter to Fu Zhengzheng: "They haven't left yet, and I don't know what's going on. Why am I still a little happy?"
Fu Zhengzheng had just finished taking a shower, sat down by the bed, and responded to her: "What else can happen? I hope they are both well. After all, my grandson cannot live without his mother."
When it came to Chengcheng, Wang Yue became worried again. She walked over and sat next to him and said, "Yes, Chengcheng has been obsessed with Jianjian since she came here. You said that if he knew that his parents were getting divorced,
How uncomfortable it is.”
"Fortunately, he is not sensible yet. Please enlighten Yan Ye in the future so that he can stop being so cold and have a good relationship with Jian Jian for the sake of his son."
"Yes, for the sake of my precious grandson, I have to nag him a few more times. By the way, I heard that there is a girl in their company who is very close to him recently..."
The couple chatted for an unknown amount of time before going to bed.
But then the moon hung in the sky, and they fell into a dream.
But Zhuo Jian didn't sleep much that night. She put an anti-pyretic patch on Chengcheng, but he kept pulling it down, so she kept holding him and not letting him touch it.
Later, Chengcheng's fever subsided and she was exhausted.
One pair of feet touched the ground, and there was no strength at all.
I guess I walked too much yesterday.
She pursed her lips in pain, and then her upper lip suddenly hurt terribly, as if she had been cut by something.
When I went to the bathroom, I found that I was angry, my mouth had cracked at some point, and there was dried blood.
She washed it and found some pus, but there was nothing she could do.
I remembered that there was ointment in the master bedroom, but...
She couldn't continue to be in such a state of embarrassment. Maybe it would be better to apply some ointment. She didn't hesitate for too long and went to the master bedroom with Chengcheng who had just woken up.
There are no more photos of them in the master bedroom, but the bed has not changed much. The small orange bed was moved to the window, and it is estimated that it has not been used since.
I heard that he keeps coming back to sleep with Chengcheng.
What about last night?
If he had come back early last night to sleep with Chengcheng, maybe there would have been no car accident.
Zhuo Jian felt upset thinking about him.
After opening the drawer on the bedside table and finding the ointment, she carried Chengcheng to the bathroom.
All the skin care products used by women are gone.
It should be said that everything about her, even a toothbrush, no longer exists.
Good.
Zhuo Jian opened the ointment and touched it on her mouth. She couldn't help but think, why did she throw this away too?
Chengcheng sat on the sink and picked up something to play with. When Zhuo Jian looked down, she found that he was playing with his father's toothbrush. Well, the toothbrush fell on his diaper, and then fell on his feet.
, and then on the ground.
Zhuo Jian looked down at the toothbrush that fell on the ground, blinked, and then looked at her son with admiration.