Zhuo Jian turned to look at his back.

He almost drove him crazy.

Where did he sing this?

"Chengcheng, you should play by yourself first."

Zhuo Jian said softly to his son, stood up and followed him.

Chengcheng stood there and watched, and followed quietly like a little tail.

"Fu Yanye."

"exist."

Fu Yanye's heart tightened when he was called, and he turned to look at her.

Zhuo Jian was walking in a hurry, and when he suddenly turned around, she almost bumped into him, so she had to push back a step.

When Fu Yanye saw Chengcheng behind him, he subconsciously reached out and grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his arms.

"ah."

Zhuo Jian called out softly and looked at him unhappily.

"Son is behind you."

Fu Yanye whispered.

Zhuo Jian turned around and saw that Chengcheng was really behind her. But when she saw her looking over, she turned her head with a shy smile and walked back silently.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

As soon as Chengcheng left, she shook off his hand and left.

Fu Yanye also gave up, but he just had such a soft fragrance in his arms that he didn't have time to fully feel it.

He is a married man, and now he is worse off than a single man.

Chengcheng walked a few steps and suddenly looked back at them, covered her mouth and said with a smile: "Dad is not shy."

Zhuo Jian thought to himself that this probably meant calling Fu Yanye shameless.

I don’t know if Fu Yanye understands it or if he needs an interpreter.

When Zhuo Jian looked at him, Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, and then continued to the kitchen.

There was already an aunt inside preparing to cook. He glanced at it and said, "You guys go out, I'll do it."

"Need not."

Zhuo Jian followed him and stood in front of him to refuse.

Fu Yanye looked down at her: "Can I cook something for my son?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian had nothing to say.

If he wants to be good to his son, she can't stop him.

But I really don't think he needs it.

Wang Yue came down from watching the twins and went to the kitchen to take a look. She saw that her precious son was cooking and her daughter-in-law was supervising the work. She made a silent gesture to the servant behind and left quietly.

So during dinner, after Zhuo Jian and Chengcheng sat down, Fu Yanye also sat down. Zhuo Jian said, "There's no need to eat together, right?"

Fu Yanye had just pulled out the chair. When he heard what she said, he raised his eyes to look at her, and then firmly pulled out the chair: "Can't I have dinner with my son?"

"You came twice in three days."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

Fu Yanye didn't feel anything was wrong at all, but said: "I came twice in three days, but the time three days ago was last week, and now it is a new week."

"..."

Can it still be calculated like this?

She only cares about counting it from time to time.

"Chengcheng, is the rice cooked by daddy delicious?"

Fu Yanye asked while looking at the little guy who was eating.

"tasty."

Chengcheng is very supportive.

Fu Yanye helped him serve some more soup.

Chengcheng picked up the bowl and drank.

Zhuo Jian looked at Chengcheng's helpful look and didn't know what to say. She just hoped that he would get out of here after eating.

Who knew that after dinner, he was not in a hurry to leave. He hugged Chengcheng and said, "How about daddy sleeping with you?"

"Okay, Chengcheng wants to sleep with dad and mom."

Chengcheng doesn't speak fluently yet, but can understand.

Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye speechlessly, and then looked at her son with tears in her eyes.

Fu Yanye took care of his son easily.

What a silly son, too innocent and too easy to deceive.

Fu Yanye glanced at Zhuo Jian, then picked up his son who was in the child's chair, and said in a particularly gentle voice: "Ask mom if she wants to sleep with us."
Chapter completed!