The familiar male voice inside asked her to come in with a unique bearing.
Zhuo Jian then opened the door and saw a familiar woman sitting on Fu Yanye's side, teasing Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye turned his face to Zhao Ran's ear, wondering what he was joking about. When he saw her in the blink of an eye, the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he asked her coldly: "Who asked you to come up?"
"I came up myself."
Zhuo Jian always felt that his words sounded familiar, but she didn't know when or where she heard him say it to whom, and she didn't have the time to think about it. She came to have a child.
Fu Yanye looked at her coldly, "I said, it's not too late to come back to me in a year."
"I can't wait that long."
Zhuo Jian looked at him, perhaps disappointed to a certain extent, so she no longer fantasized about his kindness.
There was no warmth in her eyes, it was just a pain in her heart.
She was glad that no one could see what was going on in her heart. She took two steps forward, glanced at Zhao Ran, then looked at him and asked, "Do you want to say it in front of Miss Zhao?"
Fu Yanye looked at her and suddenly sneered, "What? Is there anything else we can't say in front of Miss Zhao?"
His hands were tangled in Zhao Ran's hair, but his eyes were staring directly at Zhuo Jian.
Zhuo Jian's heart sank again, and she nodded and said, "Okay, you can return the child to me, and the conditions are up to you."
"Let you die?"
"Then how do they grow up? We all know this is not true, try another one."
Zhuo Jian took a deep breath and tried to talk to him rationally.
"You go out first."
Fu Yanye moved his hand from behind Zhao Ran and said lightly.
Zhao Ran glanced at him ambiguously, "Then I'll see you later."
Fu Yanye said no more. She stood up and when she walked to Zhuo Jian, she greeted generously: "Mrs. Fu."
Zhuo Jian felt funny in his heart, why bother to pretend.
Fu Yanye also glanced at Zhao Ran. The word "Mrs. Fu" sounded extremely sarcastic now.
Zhao Ran nodded and glanced at Fu Yanye subconsciously. He didn't respond, so she turned and left, but she was a little confused after going out.
Why didn't Fu Yanye stop her when he heard her calling Mrs. Fu?
If Zhuo Jian really cuckolded him, how could he still allow others to call Zhuo Jian Mrs. Fu?
After Zhao Ran left, the office suddenly became freezing cold.
Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes like knives: "Do you want those twins back?"
"yes."
Zhuo Jian held back her anger and looked at him, telling herself to talk to him patiently.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and smiled, "Which is more important, Chengcheng or the twins?"
He looked at her and suddenly wanted to know, in her heart, whose child she had was more important to her?
Is it Sheng Xin?
Otherwise, why would she hate him so much yet never leave Sheng Xin?
"They all come out of my belly, no matter which one is equally important."
Zhuo Jian didn't understand why he asked such an idiot question.
To the mother, all her children are the same as the flesh that fell off their bodies.
Fu Yanye shook his head, picked up the tea cup used by Zhao Ran on the table and threw it into the trash can next to him. Then he wiped his fingers hard with a tissue, his face was cold and disgusted, and he said:
"Not all are equally important, there will always be one that is more important."
"Fu Yanye, what are you going to do to return them to me?"
Stop playing word games, she just wants her child back.
"Or is it actually the father of the twins who you care about most? Are you begging me for him? Has he tasted the loss of a child? Has he shown that he is in pain for you? Has he said that he wants to kill me to vent his anger to you?