Well, whose dog mouth is kissing her?

Zhuo Jian blushed immediately, turned around and pushed him, "What are you doing?"

"There's no moon tonight, but it feels good."

After being pushed away, he didn't come closer and said to her with a smile.

"are you crazy."

Zhuo Jian cursed and left. Halfway there, Zhuang Mingli's WeChat message about the moon suddenly appeared in his mind, and she couldn't help but turn her head to look at him again.

He was still standing there, looking at his phone, not knowing what to make up, but...

Is he doing it for Zhuang Mingli’s WeChat message?

Neurosis, really neurosis.

She became even more angry and ran upstairs with great strides.

Just after returning to the room, I wanted to take a shower and hug my daughter, but before I could take a shower, Zhong Mai called, "Your husband is really interesting. I can't see the disgust on your face at all."

"Um?"

Zhuo Jian was confused when he heard this.

"Didn't you see? In the photo he just posted on WeChat Moments of kissing you, he said that he would be satisfied with stars on a moonless night."

"..."

Zhuo Jian sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed helplessly.

"What's wrong? I thought you forgave him, didn't you?"

Looking at it like that, it feels like a little wife being teased, a unique feeling.

"He suddenly said he wanted to take photos, so I cooperated with him because I didn't want to get into trouble. Who knows what he was up to, and suddenly he kissed me, and even posted that on WeChat Moments."

She turned on the speakerphone as she spoke, and then opened Fu Yanye's circle of friends.

He really dared to say it.

Where are the stars?

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of the origin of Xingguang he mentioned a few years ago, and he couldn't help but get angry.

Why couldn't he, couldn't love her properly?

He didn't even know how envious she was...

Either love her well or let her go. Why is it so difficult?

Tears were about to come out for no reason. She chatted with Zhong Mai for a few more words before hanging up the phone and going to take a shower.

But when she was going to pick up her daughter after taking a shower, when she opened the door, she was suddenly startled by the sight in front of her.

Fu Yanye was wearing pajamas and holding her sleeping daughter at the door. Her voice was low and steady, "I'm here to see my daughter off."

Holding her daughter to sleep was a must for her every night in the old house. He had already figured out the pattern, and she would even lock the door.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously gave way.

Fu Yanye looked at her red eyes and suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

I don’t know why she looked like she was about to cry all of a sudden, and she seemed very sad.

He opened his long legs and walked in with his daughter in his arms. He turned around to look at her and wondered, "What's wrong? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Zhuo Jian didn't look at him, just lowered her head and said in a stubborn voice that was hard to hear, "Put her down quickly and get out."

Fu Yanye: "..."

Immediately, all thoughts of caring were gone. I just felt that in this family, it was his turn to care about others. He was the most pitiful one and the one who needed to be cared for the most.

But even his father, who had always been steady, told him that day that if he continued to mess around, he would not mind finding a lawyer for Zhuo Jian to file a divorce lawsuit.

Even though Zhuang Mingli was pursuing Zhuo Jian, Fu Zhengzheng actually said that there was nothing wrong with it.

Fu Yanye went to put his daughter down, covered her with a quilt, then sat on the edge of the bed and didn't want to leave.

Zhuo Jian was still standing at the door, which was wide open.

For two or three minutes, it was very silent, very quiet.

"Fu, Yan, Ye."

Zhuo Jian called his name softly and slowly.

Fu Yanye lowered his head, then had to stand up, put his hands in his pajama pockets, and walked up to her, "This was also my room."

"Then I'll go."
Chapter completed!