"you……"

The old man was so angry that he was too tired to beat him, and he picked up a horse and smashed it in the back.

But it didn't hit.

Fu Yanye went upstairs, and Zhuo Jian lay on the bed and was drowsy, trying hard to open his eyes: "You are back."

Fu Yanye went straight into the bathroom without saying a word.

Zhuo Jian got up in a daze and looked at the bathroom. He understood that he went to wash up and then lay down and continued to sleep.

One of the biggest benefits of drinking Chinese medicine is that it is easy to get sleepy.

After fifteen minutes, Fu Yanye came out of it and she was already asleep.

Fu Yanye was wearing a nightgown, holding his waist with both hands, and sighed helplessly.

She asked him to come up and sleep.

As a result, I fell asleep first?

No sincerity at all?

Fu Yanye lay beside her and whispered: "Zhuo Jian?"

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian agreed in a daze, but she was too sleepy and didn't want to wake up.

"Do you have something to say to me?"

Fu Yanye persistently asked questions.

"sleep."

Zhuo Jian crawled into his arms and continued to sleep.

Fu Yanye looked down at her on his chest, and had difficulty breathing.

——

The next morning, the sun was just right.

There are already people working in the yard, and the old man also started to practice Tai Chi.

Chengcheng followed her and learned to behave like a decent person. Wang Yue couldn't help but take a photo of them with her mobile phone and post it to her Moments to show off her cute grandson.

In a bedroom upstairs, it is still quiet at this time.

Zhuo Jian opened his eyes and saw a pair of sharp eyes staring at her. He was startled and quickly retreated.

Fu Yanye stretched out his long arms, afraid that she would fall into the bed, and his worried face was deserted, and asked her, "What are you doing so scared?"

"What's your look just now?"

Zhuo Jian asked him with a touch of his heart.

Fu Yanye lowered her eyes, but her slender hands were unstoppable. He endured it and asked in a low voice: "Who asked me to sleep last night? Let me fall asleep first."

“…”

Who told him to go to bed last night?

She.

But is there any problem?

Zhuo Jian saw his dissatisfaction in his eyes, and he got into his arms again regardless of the slightest moments, "Who told you not to come back so late?"

Fu Yanye felt a burst of itchy heart. This woman would torture him to death sooner or later.

He held her soft arms with both hands so that she could not be in his arms. He looked at her again and asked seriously: "Do you still understand?"

"Don't be so fierce early in the morning, I want to be in your arms."

Zhuo Jian struggled, and his words were so soft that Fu Yanye couldn't hold her, so he let her get into his arms and make trouble again.

Fu Yanye felt that his heartbeat was all for her.

Zhuo Jian hugged him tightly, and then smiled in his arms with satisfaction.

Well, that's right.

In his arms, he had no choice.

Fu Yanye gradually surrounded her with his hands, looked at the roof and sighed, saying, "Zhuo Jian."

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian agreed softly.

"You know more and more how to make me helpless."

“…”

Zhuo Jian responded to him that he was stuffing himself into his arms.

Until he felt that his body was gradually different from before, Zhuo Jian suddenly turned red and left his arms.

Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her: "What does it mean?"

"It's time to get up, and the aunt is coming to clean later."

As Zhuo Jian said that, he hooked his hair behind his ears and wanted to get up.

Fu Yanye raised his hand and grabbed her wrist accurately, and casually brought her to the bed, turning over and pressing on her: "The fire I lit is extinguished by myself."

"What should I do when my mother comes to see me later?"

"I can't come, either."

Fu Yanye's strong reply.

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to look at the door and whispered: "Hurry up."

Fu Yanye's blood suddenly swelled and he lowered his head to her: "Hurry up what?"

Zhuo Jian blushed, "What do you think?"

Fu Yanye still wanted to speak, but she had already hooked the back of his neck and met his lips.

Her kiss was light and light, a little fatal.

However, Fu Yanye was trapped in this fatal kiss and didn't want to taste the sweetness of honey so quickly.

He liked it, and she kissed him so proactively, even if she couldn't give him enough taste.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Dad, mommy, get up."

"Dad is better than mom, and the sun is shining on his butt."

Chengcheng stood at their door with the car remote control, shouting out cutely.

The aunt couldn't help laughing when she heard it.

Chengcheng was also very happy. He thought, his father must look ugly now, hehe.

But he liked to shout, and thought about it and knocked on the door twice: "Dad, I'm going in."

Zhuo Jian could no longer help but cover his mouth and laugh under him, and Fu Yanye even lies between her shoulders and neck and sighs sadly.

When will that kid really understand what he said?

It was agreed not to enter their room casually and not to disturb their couple's life casually.

Why did you agree in front of him and then disturb him?

Also, what kind of dad compares?

Is he a doll?

"Get up?"

Zhuo Jian whispered in a low voice.

"Happy?"

Fu Yanye pressed her to ask.

"He's really coming in later."

"Young Master, go slowly."

As soon as Zhuo Jian finished speaking, an aunt shouted at Chengcheng outside.

Fu Yanye suddenly became energetic again, and the quilt was full of energy.

"Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian's hand was holding his under the quilt.

"What do you call me?"
To be continued...