I don't deserve your love

"Mom is here, baby, stop crying."

Zhuo Jian coaxed softly and kissed him on the cheek.

Chengcheng's crying stopped, but she was still sobbing excitedly.

"Why don't you cry when you hug her?"

Wang Yue was startled when she saw it, but finally her heart was no longer as uncomfortable as it was just now, and her heart was about to break when Cheng Cheng cried just now.

Zhuo Jian sat down holding Cheng Cheng, who hugged her, "Mom, mom."

"Mom is here, baby, don't be sad, mom is here."

Zhuo Jian coaxed him, and after a while, Cheng Cheng fell asleep in her arms.

Wang Yue watched from the side, and sighed helplessly, "How can this be good? The child was crying for you early in the morning."

"I feel a little hot, do you have a fever, auntie, please help me get a thermometer."

Zhuo Jian disturbed the aunt standing next to her.

"Hey, I'll go right away."

"I measured him earlier, and it was 37 degrees five, which is a little high, but the crying is too worrying."

As long as Wang Yue hears Chengcheng crying, she will feel flustered. In fact, every time Chengcheng cries, bad things seem to happen, which frightens her.

Zhuo Jian watched Cheng Cheng lightly sleeping in her arms, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Children also have bad moods."

Zhuo Jian moved slightly, and Cheng Cheng burrowed into her arms again.

The aunt took the thermometer to help measure the body temperature, and it was 38 degrees five.

Zhuo Jian's heart sank suddenly, but she still thought that she should take medicine and cool down.

It's just that no matter what, Chengcheng's eyelids didn't open, and she insisted on clinging to her arms.

Zhuo Jian hugged her for a whole day, and when it was getting dark, Cheng Cheng was being fed porridge by her aunt, and she only answered a call from Sheng Xin.

Sheng Xin couldn't help laughing when he heard her words: "It seems that the kid has a good way to keep you, but don't forget, there are two waiting for you here, and they need you more."

"I know, but I probably won't be able to go back tonight."

She couldn't leave, Chengcheng's eyes were swollen from crying and hadn't gone away, and the high fever returned within a few hours after it subsided.

"I know it's despicable for me to say that, but Ah Jian, I still hope you come back soon, the brothers need you more, or..."

"then what?"

"You are actually worried about Fu Yanye."

Sheng Xin coaxed the two brothers in the cradle. The two brothers were quite easy to coax, they couldn't call mother, they slept when they were full, and they ate when they were full.

"I didn't. I won't explain to you first. The two of them will work hard for you first."

Zhuo Jian looked at Cheng Cheng's big tearful eyes and kept smiling at her.

Finally hung up the phone, she went to Cheng Cheng's side again, and took the aunt's bowl: "Let me feed him."

"Hey."

The aunt agreed and walked out.

Under the care of her mother, Cheng Cheng's mood improved a lot. After eating and playing for half an hour, she fell asleep again groggy.

After the aunt went downstairs, she couldn't help muttering: "It's strange."

"What's strange?"

The butler asked her curiously.

The aunt raised her eyes, saw that it was the housekeeper, and said, "Young Madam called that man, and I heard her tell that man that she has worked hard."

"What's so strange about that?"

"It sounds very polite. Anyway, when the young lady talks to this person, it is different from when she talks to our young master. There is still a little indifference in the politeness?"

My aunt murmured while thinking.

The housekeeper frowned: "Hey, maybe it's evil fate."

"Could it be that the young lady and that man are acting?"

The aunt suddenly had an idea and happily asked the housekeeper.

"You think you're filming a TV series? Besides, if you can act in anything else, can your child act? Don't forget what your wife said, they have twins."

The housekeeper reminded.

"Then what if the twins belong to the young master?"

Aunt retorted unconvinced.

"How could it be the young master's? You haven't heard that the young lady gave birth only a month ago, and she had separated from the young master at that time."

The housekeeper reminded her again.

Naturally, the butler had fantasized a lot, but in the end, counting the time, he was sure that he was thinking too much.

When Wang Yue came out of the kitchen, he heard what the two of them said, and unconsciously tightened his brows.

Why do I suddenly feel that something is not quite right.

Where did she not think of it?

Wang Yue thought about it and went upstairs. Zhuo Jian coaxed Cheng Cheng to sleep. She stepped forward and asked softly, "How is it?"

Only now did Zhuo Jian get up, straightened her clothes and whispered back to her: "It's better."

Wang Yue bent down and touched Cheng Cheng's face, feeling that it was still a little hot, sighed distressedly, and said in a low voice: "God bless the baby, get well soon, I don't know why that kid Fu Yanye went , and didn’t answer the phone.”

Zhuo Jian was silent for a while when he heard Fu Yanye's words, and said softly, "Secretary Wu said that something happened to the company. He's on a business trip. He's probably still on the plane right now."

Wang Yue listened and nodded, couldn't help but look at Zhuo Jian again, and asked: "Then, you haven't divorced yet?"

"Looks like it's another day."

Zhuo Jian nodded.

Wang Yue couldn't tell what was going on with him, but he didn't feel regretful or unhappy.

After returning to the room, I couldn't help but mutter to Fu Zhengzhi: "The two of them haven't left yet, and I don't know what's going on. Why am I still a little happy?"

Fu Zhengzhi had just finished taking a shower, sat down on the bed, and responded to her: "Then what else can happen? I hope both of them are doing well, after all, the grandson can't live without his mother."

As soon as he mentioned Chengcheng, Wang Yue became worried again, walked over and sat next to him and said, "Yeah, since Jian Jian came here, Chengcheng has been hanging on her body, you said that if he knew that his parents were going to divorce, How uncomfortable."

"Fortunately, he is not sensible yet. Let's enlighten Yan Ye well in the future, so that he will not be so indifferent. For the sake of his son, he must have a good relationship with Jian Jian."

"Yes, for the sake of my precious grandson, I have to chat with him a few more times. By the way, I heard that a girl from their company has been very close to him recently..."

The couple chatted for an unknown amount of time before going to bed.

It was only later that the moon hung in the sky, and they entered the dream.

But Zhuo Jian didn't sleep much all night, and put the antipyretic patch on Cheng Cheng, but he always pulled it down, so she kept holding him to prevent him from touching it.

Later, Cheng Cheng's fever subsided, and she was already exhausted and weak.

A pair of feet touched the ground, and there was no strength at all.

I guess I walked too much yesterday.

She pursed her lips in pain, and then her upper lip suddenly hurt badly, as if it had been cut by something.

When I went to the bathroom, I found myself on fire, my mouth was split open and there was dried blood.

She washed it and found some pus, but there was nothing to do.

I remembered that there was ointment in the master bedroom, but...

She couldn't go on in such a mess, maybe some ointment would be enough, she didn't hesitate for too long, and went to the master bedroom with Cheng Cheng who had just woken up.

There are no photos of them in the master bedroom, and the bed hasn't changed much. Chengcheng's small bed was moved to the window, and it is estimated that it was not used later.

I heard that he keeps coming back to sleep with Cheng Cheng.

What about last night?

If he had come back early last night to sleep with Cheng Cheng, maybe there would not have been a car accident.

Zhuo Jian became upset when she thought of him.

After opening the drawer on the bedside table and finding the ointment, she carried Chengcheng to the bathroom.

All the skin care products for women are gone.

It should be said that everything about her, even a toothbrush, no longer exists.

Good.

Zhuo Jian opened the ointment and touched it on her mouth. She couldn't help thinking, why did she throw this away?

Cheng Cheng sat on the sink and picked up something to play with. Zhuo Jian looked down and found that he was playing with his old man's toothbrush. Well, the toothbrush fell on his diaper, and then fell on his feet , and then the ground.

Zhuo Jian looked down at the toothbrush that fell on the floor, blinked, and then looked at her son with a little appreciation.