He came out holding an umbrella and went straight to them.

The raindrops hit the black umbrella without mercy, making it so loud that no other sound could be heard.

It seemed like every step he took was a shock.

Li Yuqing raised his eyes and smiled helplessly: "I'll let your bodyguard pick you up from now on."

Zhuo Jian understood that Li Yuqing was afraid that she and Fu Yanye would get into trouble because of him, so she just nodded.

After Li Yuqing left, Zhuo Jian watched him step forward. They were separated by an umbrella. Fu Yanye asked her, "Are you disturbed by me?"

"Yes, it's very disturbing."

Zhuo Jian looked at him and said.

Fu Yanye looked at her in silence, with obvious dissatisfaction and jealousy in his eyes.

After almost half a minute, Zhuo Jian looked at the rain curtain outside, feeling his legs gradually getting cold and feeling uncomfortable.

I don’t know if other people have had that kind of situation. They have endured so many grievances that they can no longer talk about them and can only swallow them alive.

The more grievances you swallow alive, the colder your heart becomes and the more you want to let go.

"Don't come over yet."

Fu Yanye stood at the door holding an umbrella, not intending to walk in.

When Zhuo Jian heard his command tone, she choked quietly, then lowered her head and walked over.

After all, if I don’t go back, the old problem on my legs may recur.

When she went back, she saw Wang Rui's car following them in the rearview mirror and sighed helplessly.

After returning, Fu Yanye went to the study by himself. Zhuo Jian heard that Chengtian was in their bedroom, so she went back to the bedroom.

The aunt helped bring the footbath water. She rolled up her trouser legs beside the bed and put her feet in.

"Young madam, is this old habit returning to you?"

"I guess I didn't wear enough clothes today, it's okay."

"That's good. You have just given birth, so you must dress warmly when you go out."

"Um."

While Zhuo Jian was talking, she heard Cheng Tian babbling. She turned around and gently put her hand on Cheng Tian's shoulder and patted her.

"Our little princess can really eat and sleep well. She is so lucky just by looking at it."

"yes."

Zhuo Jian felt really happy when she thought of Cheng Tian for more than a month.

This little girl is really, really great.

At around eleven o'clock, she was tired from reading, so she turned off the light and hugged her daughter to sleep.

It was like a dream. There was something warm in the dream, warming her behind.

Gradually, her back became warm, her legs became warm, and her feet became warm, and then she entered a dream.

"Yan Ye, you should always wear the peace charm I asked for for you."

"Of course, I will always wear the peace charm you asked for."

In the dream, Liang Yu was sitting on Fu Yanye's long legs, chatting with Fu Yanye. Suddenly, the scene changed. Liang Yu turned to look at her and said, "Zhuo Jian, did you see that? You are not different from others at all."

The difference is, I'm here and you can disappear."

"Hahaha, Zhuo Jian, you didn't expect that without me, Lin Ruxiang, you wouldn't get Fu Yanye, hahaha."

Zhuo Jian was awakened by the voice and was sweating profusely.

The man's dry and warm palms covered her wet forehead, and his voice was dull as if she hadn't woken up: "Are you having a nightmare?"

Zhuo Jian's ears suddenly buzzed and she turned to look at him.

"You, why are you here?"

Zhuo Jian saw his face clearly and then turned to look at the other side.

Huh?

What about orange sweetness?

"Chengtian was hungry last night. Seeing that you were sleeping soundly, she didn't bother you. She was taken to her room."

Fu Yanye saw her expression was bad and explained patiently.

Zhuo Jian's heartbeat could not return to regularity for a long time. After he finished speaking, she looked at him again and asked, "Then what are you doing here?"

"You are very cold."

"..."

"Don't move, it seems like you have a fever."

Fu Yanye continued to touch her forehead with his hand, and then touched his own. He felt that her temperature was not normal, so he held her face and pressed it directly.

His forehead was dry and warm, while hers was moist and warm.

"I really have a fever."
Chapter completed!