"..."

Still talking?

Zhuo Jian looked at him in panic and thought it was better not to give it up.

——

After dinner, the family of three was watching TV on the sofa. Chengcheng looked at Dad happily and then at Mommy, and asked innocently: "Mommy, aren't you angry?"

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian didn't understand.

"You said you were angry with Daddy and wouldn't let Daddy live at home. But now that Daddy lives at home, isn't that why you're not angry, Mommy?"

"..."

Facing his son's simple and beautiful thoughts, Zhuo Jian took a deep breath and glanced at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye also looked at her with dark eyes.

Zhuo Jian felt that he was also looking forward to an answer.

"Who said that? After you went to bed, your dad went back to sleep across the way."

"Ah? Dad is so pitiful."

Chengcheng looked very sympathetic to his father.

Fu Yanye frowned, and just when he was about to let the boy know who was the most pitiable, his cell phone suddenly rang.

It's an unknown number.

His mobile phone was placed on the coffee table. When Chengcheng heard the movement, he jumped off the sofa. He and Zhuo Jian picked it up first.

"Daddy, phone."

Chengcheng said and took it to him, but at the same time, he also connected the phone and accidentally pressed the speaker phone.

"Hello, Mr. Fu? We are drinking at Fanxing now. I wonder if Mr. Fu is free to come with us?"

"No time."

Fu Yanye's phoenix eyes were cold.

There was a middle-aged woman's voice on the other end.

"I heard that Mrs. Fu is pregnant and can't go out to have fun. Otherwise, I would have invited you and your wife to come together. We are all pretty little girls here. Is Mr. Fu really not considering coming over? Producer Zhao is also here.

We will keep it a secret from Mrs. Fu."

"..."

Fu Yanye frowned and glanced at the woman next to him.

Zhuo Jian raised his eyebrows, wondering how he would return home.

Chengcheng suddenly made a soft and ignorant voice, "Daddy, what is a watery little girl? Is she made of water?"

Fu Yanye looked at his son speechlessly.

Zhuo Jian continued to remain silent.

"Maybe it's because the brain was filled with water."

Fu Yanye made a cold sound.

"Ah? Mommy, those people are so pitiful, should we help them?"

Chengcheng looked at Zhuo Jian again and asked.

Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye looked at each other, refreshingly and arrogantly, "Then let's compare ourselves to your dad. He is a famous philanthropist."

"Dad, don't dare. Your mommy will be jealous."

Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian and turned back to Chengcheng.

The phone on the other end has been muted for a long time.

I called Boss Fu, but it turned out that Boss Fu was at home with his wife and children on such a wonderful night?

I heard that his wife has been pregnant for a long time and has a big belly. Doesn't he feel bored?

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at his phone. No one was talking anymore, so he reminded Chengcheng, "Hang up. Those people have already gone to the hospital for treatment."

"oh!"

Chengcheng obediently agreed and hung up the phone with her little hands.

Only then did the people at the other end dare to take a breath, and the huge living room in Shengyuan became a little interesting at this time.

Zhuo Jian slowly leaned back on the sofa, looking straight at something.

Chengcheng held his father's cell phone, "Dad, can those people still be cured?"

"Then it depends on the doctor's medical skills. It's getting late. I'll take you to take a bath and go to bed."

"Oh, but I still want to play for a while."

"Let's play tomorrow."

Fu Yanye took the phone from his hand and put it on the sofa, then picked him up and took him away.

——

When Fu Yanye came down from upstairs again, Zhuo Jian was still sitting on the sofa.

He walked closer with long legs and looked down at her, "Are you going back to your room?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, "Aren't you going to accompany the pretty little girl?"
Chapter completed!