Fu Yanye lowered his eyes slightly, suddenly feeling a little disappointed.
he does not know.
"It's Chengli. Look at the red string he wears on his wrist. The little thing hanging on it has the word "Li" engraved on it."
The old lady also reminded him softly.
Only then did Fu Yanye notice the red string on his wrist, and then he subconsciously looked at the one inside. Sure enough, he was also wearing a red string. Although his clothes blocked the pendant, he thought it was Cheng Qing.
She actually named her sons Chengli Chengqing. What does that mean?
Did she particularly like chestnuts and green oranges at that time?
Seeing that he was silent again, Wang Yue couldn't help but ask him, "Where is Jian Jian? How is she?"
The dean actually called her, but she still wanted to hear more from her son and wanted to know about the situation of their couple.
Fu Yanye suddenly remembered the look in her eyes that she hated him so much, and the burning sensation on her side face, and whispered: "She is not in a good mood."
"What if I take Chengli, Chengqing and Chengcheng to see her tomorrow? Maybe she will feel better after seeing the children."
Wang Yue suggested.
Fu Yanye was silent for a while and then said, "There's no rush."
"Not urgent?"
Wang Yue looked at his son and didn't quite understand.
Logically speaking, Zhuo Jian should be in a good mood first, and now it is undoubtedly her three sons who can make her feel good.
But Fu Yanye said there was no rush.
"Yes, no rush."
Fu Yanye thought about it, then stood up, "I'm going to see Fu Chengqian."
Wang Yue: "..."
"What is this kid thinking about?"
The old lady was a little confused looking at her grandson's back.
"I also want to know what he is thinking. Is he still angry with Jian Jian?"
Wang Yue asked.
"Why are you still angry? Why don't you calm people down quickly?"
The old lady looked at the two beautiful babies in the cradle and thought that if he dared to get angry now, he would really deserve a beating.
Fu Yanye went upstairs to Chengcheng's room.
——
The next morning, the sun was pretty good.
The hospital prepared breakfast for her, and when she was about to eat it, Fu Yanye came in from outside.
It must be very cold outside. He was wearing a camel coat and carrying a delicate food box in his hand.
"Eat this."
Fu Yanye put the food box on her small dining table and looked at the clear soup prepared in the hospital with little water. She didn't like it at all.
Zhuo Jian glanced at his food box, ignored it, took out a spoon, pulled the porridge bowl in front of him, and lowered his head to drink the porridge.
Fu Yanye calmly laid out the breakfast he brought for her and said, "Mom made it for you herself."
Zhuo Jian's movement of drinking porridge stopped. After looking at the breakfast he brought, she didn't take a bite.
Wang Yue is not very good at cooking.
She could tell who made this breakfast just by looking at it.
Seeing that she ignored her, Fu Yanye dragged her bowl away and gave her what he had prepared, "Eat this, the food outside is not clean."
Zhuo Jian then looked up at him and asked, "Who are you?"
Fu Yanye: "..."
It feels like my heart has been stolen. Where did it go?
He felt that his chest was empty and cold, and he kept staring at her.
Zhuo Jian said: "Sir, I'm not clean yet. You who love cleanliness like you should leave quickly and don't get dirty."
"Chengli and Chengqing are still waiting for their mother at home. Are you sure you want to continue talking to me like this?"
Fu Yanye was not in a hurry, he gently placed his hands on the small dining table, stared at her with his dark eyes, and waited.