It's a pity that her surname is not Fu.

Fu Yanye later refuted it himself.

Chengtian was tired of being held for so long and wanted to come down and walk away. Fu Yanye took care of her, while Zhuo Jian and Chengcheng ran away.

Fu Yanye couldn't find them every time he raised his eyes, and muttered in frustration: "I shouldn't have brought you out."

"Daddy daddy."

Chengtian suddenly shouted again, bringing him back to reality.

He picked up Chengtian again, let her ride on his neck, and led her: "We have to follow."

His eyes could never be separated from her figure, and they were not under his control at all.

Later the family went to church.

Those flashy things outside just now suddenly became dispensable, and everyone seemed to be quiet here.

Chengcheng and the others stared at the roof curiously.

Zhuo Jian, however, stared ahead for a long time and could no longer move.

Fu Yanye put down Chengtian, looked at her suddenly red eyes, and unconsciously stretched out his hand.

Zhuo Jian had already come to his senses, turned around and walked towards her son.

Fu Yanye's hand still stayed there without moving, and suddenly felt empty.

It seems that holding hands has become a luxury.

After leaving the church, he ate and drank along the street, except that Fu Yanye was a little upset and went out without a nanny or bodyguard.

Needless to say, he was even tired of chasing her people.

Why are those boys running around with his women?

And she, who smiled brightly even to a small vendor, was always so cunning in front of him.

Later I went to a milk tea shop and finally we could sit face to face.

Zhuo Jian took a sip of pearl milk tea and looked up to find Fu Yanye looking at her unhappy. She felt a pang in her heart, but after thinking about it, didn't he always look at her with that expression?

in spite of.

Keep drinking milk tea.

The pearls are also delicious.

Chengcheng and the others went to read quietly in the comic book library above the milk tea shop. Chengtian fell asleep in Fu Yanye's arms, and one of them was drinking milk tea, while the other was concentrating on staring at people.

Zhuo Jian was so stared at that he couldn't drink anymore and asked: "Mr. Fu, just say it if you have something to say. What's the use of staring at me like this? I can't read minds and I can't understand your thoughts."

"Go and order another drink."

"Um?"

He has coffee there.

"I said I'd order another drink, the same one as yours."

Fu Yanye looked at her cup and said more reminders.

Zhuo Jian felt that he really didn't need it, and he didn't like drinking.

But I didn’t like to argue with him, so I got up and went to buy more.

But when she turned around at the bar, she saw that her milk tea was no longer where it was, but...

Zhuo Jian said hello to the clerk and then stepped back, "Boss Fu?"

Fu Yanye seemed fine: "Have you finished ordering?"

"What you drink is mine."

"I haven't drunk it?"

"..."

"If you don't want to order, just sit back, talk less, and don't disturb my daughter's sleep."

"..."

Zhuo Jian sat back again, but the milk tea was taken away, so she brought the coffee in front of her, then opened the lid and took a sip.

Fu Yanye frowned.

Zhuo Jian saw him frowning and took a big sip.

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just continued to drink milk tea, and then returned the milk tea to her when she put down the coffee cup.

Zhuo Jian frowned even more, "I don't want it."

"It's too sweet, don't waste it."

"I do not want."

She said these three words very clearly.

She didn't want to use the straw he drank from.

"Then give me the coffee. It's so sweet that I want to vomit."
Chapter completed!