His tone was firm and his kiss even more touching.
Zhuo Jian's mind went blank, and she let his lips roll over hers, and the tip of his tongue touched hers.
Chengcheng raised his head and saw that scene, his father was kissing his mother.
He stared blankly, then silently covered his eyes, and then his little fingers full of orange juice separated with difficulty, and his big pure eyes stared at them happily.
Zhuo Jian thought of Chengcheng and immediately raised her hand to push his shoulder.
But this made him move forward better, and squeezed her arm so that she was hugging his neck.
He deepened the kiss, demanding more and more.
When Zhuo Jian was released, his face turned red and white, and he reached out to hit him.
Fu Yanye quickly pinched her wrist, not forcefully.
"You have to wait until the children are gone before you hit them."
"..."
"Let them see that it's not good for mom to hit someone."
"..."
Zhuo Jian was furious and took her hand away from his palm. After a moment, she turned away and ignored him.
Fu Yanye felt unprecedentedly satisfied and reminded her: "This is the bet we just made. If you say a word, I will kiss you, but I won't kiss you until death. After all, it will be used next time."
He stopped looking at her as he spoke, as if he was just chatting, then looked at his son, patiently took out the wet wipes, picked up the orange segments from the bed and threw them away, then held his son's hand and gave them to her one by one.
He wiped it clean.
Anyway, Chengcheng didn’t understand it, but he just felt that his father’s action of wiping his hands was not very gentle, but his hands were clean, which was good.
——
Wang Yue arrived with the old lady. The old lady sat beside Fu Yanye's bed and called him: "Come here."
Fu Yanye stood by the wall. He probably knew what was going on after listening to the old lady's words, but he still walked over.
Wang Yue stood beside Zhuo Jian's bed and watched the excitement.
"Squat down."
The old lady ordered again.
Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, bowed his head and knelt on one knee.
The old lady raised her hand and patted him hard on the shoulder a few times: "I let you bully our baby Jian Jian, I let you bully our baby Jian Jian, you bastard, you are seeking death, aren't you?"
The old lady looked like she was exerting a lot of force, but it didn't hurt.
Fu Yanye saw that she had beaten enough, raised his eyes to look at hers, and said slowly: "Grandma, I know I was wrong."
Wang Yue watched from the side as he admitted his mistake, then lowered his eyes at Zhuo Jian. Seeing that Zhuo Jian had no emotion and was a little uneasy, he said, "It's all over if you know you were wrong? Have you made a proper apology to your wife?"
"
Fu Yanye listened and couldn't help but turn to look at Zhuo Jian. She didn't look like she wanted him to apologize.
But the elders are all here, so this is a good time to apologize.
He looked at her and called softly: "Wife."
Zhuo Jian's heart felt as if someone had suddenly stepped on the ground, but she did not raise her eyes to look at him.
Fu Yanye sat next to her, hugged her shoulders with a smile, and said softly: "I apologize, I shouldn't have bullied you. Mom and grandma will leave later, so why not close the door and let you beat me to vent your anger?"
good?"
Zhuo Jian glanced at him with cool eyes, but still said nothing.
She had thought about pretending to reconcile with him in front of her elders.
But when it came to this second, she realized that she couldn't do it anymore.
She could no longer pretend to be fine with him in front of the elders like she did before.
She can't bear it.
Wang Yue saw that Zhuo Jian had no intention of reconciling with him, so he looked at the old lady.
The old lady looked at her and said: "How come our baby Jian Jian looks so haggard? It really hurts grandma to death. Baby, if you are angry, you can't speak out. Grandma will make the decision for you, whether you want to be beaten or punished.
If you don't want to come by yourself, your grandpa and I are here."