I don't deserve your love

"Okay, I remember."

Zhen Zhen nodded, then opened the door and got out of the car.

Su Bai drove away immediately. She turned around and walked in while taking out her mobile phone to call Zhang Mingmei, "Miss Zhang, I may have said something wrong today, can you tell me more about Su Shao and his friends?" ?”

She didn't want to make such a low-level mistake next time.

-

Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye returned to Shengyuan, along with Xiao Chengcheng.

But in the bedroom, there is an extra baby carriage.

After dinner, Fu Yanye installed it until almost ten o'clock, and finally it was installed. He sat cross-legged on the ground, looked at the result of his hard work for almost two hours, and smiled with satisfaction.

Cheng Cheng has already fallen asleep, in Zhuo Jian's arms.

The two mothers were lying on the bed. Zhuo Jian gently hugged Cheng Cheng and looked at Fu Yanye, asking: "Our bed is so big, is it necessary to use this small bed? Especially now that it is autumn, and it will be cold at night. It will be warmer if he sleeps with us."

Fu Yanye turned his head to look at the woman lying on the side of the bed. She was wearing thin pajamas and pajamas, and her perfect figure made him proud. He said, "In the future, there will naturally be a woman to warm his bed, but it shouldn't be my woman."

Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly.

Fu Yanye got up, climbed onto the bed and kissed her across Chengcheng, "I'm going to take a shower, you made the bed for him, huh?"

"it is good."

Zhuo Jian agreed.

"So nice."

Fu Yanye happily rewarded her with a forehead kiss, and then reluctantly left.

Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, thinking to herself, how old am I, and I always judge me for being obedient or not.

But the most important thing is to make the bed for the son.

She got up and went to the children's room to find out the small quilt and quilt and went into the room.

When Fu Yanye finished taking a shower, she had already made the small bed and gently placed her son in it.

Zhuo Jian thought this little bed was very cute.

Suddenly I remembered that when I was a child, her little bed left home when she was eleven or twelve years old, and was given to another aunt's child by her mother.

However, the family seems to have been abroad for many years and has no contact with them.

I'm afraid that people are not uncommon to contact her, after all, the Zhuo family is already like that.

Actually the bed was fine.

She murmured softly, "Roll freely here, don't worry about mom and dad accidentally crushing you when they fall asleep."

Fu Yanye walked to the small bed, hugged her from behind Zhuo Jian, looked at the boy who was still sleeping sweetly inside, and asked her: "If I knew it, I would have let him sleep in the small bed earlier, right?"

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, "Is that why you can't tolerate our son?"

"I can only accommodate you."

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and kissed her sideways hard after speaking.

Zhuo Jian had no choice, she already knew his temperament.

"Ma'am, let's go to bed early too."

Fu Yanye whispered in her ear, and his thin lips slowly moved down behind her ear, kissing her neck without stopping.

Zhuo Jian was hurt by his kiss, and said in a low voice, "How about we change the room?"

"No."

Fu Yanye picked her up from the ground as he spoke, staring straight at her with black eyes, "I'm in my room."

The person going out should be that kid.

Now that he is being cautious about everything he does, it is enough to save face.

Zhuo Jian hugged him, seeing how childish he was, she raised her hand and touched the back of his head: "Sometimes I look at you, it's really childish."

"Well, you said I was naive before."

Fu Yanye didn't refute, but carried her to the bed and put her down, lying on her side, and started kissing her again.

Zhuo Jian gently pushed his shoulder and reminded in a low voice, "Turn off the light first."

Fu Yanye raised his hand to turn off the light again, and asked her in a low hoarse voice in the dark: "Are you awake like this? My wife."

Zhuo Jian smiled: "That's fine, my husband."

"My lord? Well, it is indeed very big."

In the darkness, Fu Yanye's nasty words became more and more excessive.

Zhuo Jian was tossed and tossed by him for quite a while, until the little baby on the crib suddenly let out a wow, and the two of them stopped.

"Turn on the light, you're disturbing your son."

Zhuo Jian muttered something in a low voice, and ran away from under him to hug the little one.

Fu Yanye: "..."

The light is on, but what is it called?

Chengcheng cried twice, but as soon as she smelled her mother, she immediately turned her head to her heart and fell asleep again.

Fu Yanye gritted his teeth angrily, and couldn't help questioning: "I suspect he did it on purpose."

"Don't make trouble."

Zhuo Jian gently held the hand that was shaking around her body and murmured.

Holding her in his arms, Fu Yanye continued to make noise while gritting his teeth and said, "Let him cry a little longer, it's all for fun."

If this really added to the fun, she would have convinced her dear husband.

Zhuo Jian turned her head and glanced at him, "I'm afraid I can't cheer you up, but it will make you soft."

Fu Yanye looked at his wife with ambiguous eyes, and smiled in a low voice: "My wife will make such jokes too."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She wasn't joking, but when she met his ambiguous and fiery eyes, she still blushed in shame, "You're annoying, go to bed."

"How do you sleep like this?"

Fu Yanye hugged her tightly behind her.

Zhuo Jian was speechless, but she was still coaxing Cheng Cheng.

Fu Yanye glanced at his precious son across her, who was already asleep, and thought for a while, "Wait for me."

"where are you going?"

"1 minutes."

Fu Yanye got out of bed with long legs and left. After going out, Zhuo Jian heard movement next door, and came back in less than a minute, holding a stuffed turtle in her hand.

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Yanye first put the tortoise in the small bed, then walked to the bedside, half kneeling and took Chengcheng away from her arms.

As soon as Chengcheng's little hand left her mother's embrace, she hummed again.

Zhuo Jian whispered: "Hurry up and hug me back."

"Shh."

Fu Yanye stood up holding Chengcheng, and patted Chengcheng lightly in his arms.

Probably his father also had a special smell, and soon Cheng Cheng fell asleep again.

But Zhuo Jian felt a little warm in his heart for a moment, he was actually very good at putting his son to sleep.

Although the expression on the face is still owed, but the tenderness in the eyes is hard to hide.

Fu Yanye put Cheng Cheng in the small bed next to the big bed, and stuffed the tortoise next to Cheng Cheng.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

How can children be so easy to deceive.

After Fu Yanye was done, he went to bed again, and this time he threw himself on her directly: "This time it should be fine."

Zhuo Jian couldn't help laughing, thinking that her husband was so capable.

"What if I see you again?"

Zhuo Jian raised her hand to hook the back of his neck, her fingers naturally penetrated into his black hair, and asked him softly.

"What else can I do? I can only raise my hands and surrender to you mother and son?"

"Then you give one?"

"uh-huh."

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes to kiss her, and said in a low voice, "Do you feel it?"

"Fu Yanye, you rascal."