I don't deserve your love

"You must let the young lady stop Zhao Ran from wanting to replace her."

Yuan Man mentioned it suddenly when they went downstairs with Wang Rui.

"I'm afraid this is impossible?"

The two of them knew best that Zhuo Jian had no intention of reconciling with Fu Yanye at all, and even if Fu Yanye was really with another woman, she would probably light firecrackers to celebrate.

"As soon as Zhao Ran mentioned the young master, no matter what she said, the lady would not care about her, didn't you notice?"

Yuan Man asked him.

Wang Rui: "..."

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Zhuo Jian went home to see the child and locked herself in the study.

Zhao Ran's words tonight really hit her hard, she had to take the initiative in her own hands.

Fu Yanye won't come back until the old man's birthday, so she has to do something.

After nine o'clock in the evening, after she went to take a shower, she heard the phone ringing on the bed. She walked over to pick it up and saw that it was Fu Yanye.

Why did he call just as soon as he was mentioned today?

Zhuo Jian stared at the phone screen for a while, then picked it up: "Hello?"

"convenient?"

"Ok?"

"I'll take a video with my son if it's convenient."

Fu Yanye reminded her on the phone.

"Oh, convenient."

Zhuo Jian was puzzled for a moment, because recently he used other people's mobile phones to communicate with his son, what happened today?

Cheng Cheng had just finished eating snacks and was brought in by her aunt from outside. Zhuo Jian told her aunt: "You go out first."

After the aunt left, Zhuo Jian put Cheng Cheng on the bed, and then dialed Fu Yanye's WeChat video and said to him: "The video time for you father and son is up."

Cheng Cheng couldn't help but smirked when he heard the father and son, the pick up was so fast that Zhuo Jian thought he was hallucinating.

Fu Yanye looked at her in the video with big dark eyes, and she was so frightened that she quickly turned around: "Cheng Cheng, say hello to your father."

"dad."

Chengcheng immediately leaned over to pick up the phone, and was about to chew on it.

"Ah."

Seeing the change of person, Fu Yanye agreed angrily.

Zhuo Jian was afraid that Cheng Cheng would fall and fall, so she carried him to the middle of the bed.

"Dad, when are you coming back?"

Chengcheng took the initiative to chat with him while holding her mobile phone.

"After a while."

Fu Yanye's short three words.

Zhuo Jian sat by and listened, not knowing why, suddenly wondered if he really wanted to make a video call with his son.

From how much he said and how much he said, she couldn't feel that he needed to see his son every night.

"Oh, Chengcheng misses dad, mom misses dad too, brothers miss dad too."

Orange Orange said to him holding the phone.

"Your brother still thinks that way, how does he know he misses Dad?"

Fu Yanye asked him.

"Mom misses Dad."

Cheng Cheng was stopped by the question, subconsciously looked at the adult opposite her, and then directly threw the phone to Zhuo Jian.

Zhuo Jian...

My chest hurts.

But it doesn't matter if it hurts or not, she was sitting leaning over, her collar was loose, and her son threw it inside, the cell phone.

Embarrassed, Zhuo Jian hurriedly wanted to fish it out, but it seemed difficult to get it from above, so she could only go from below.

At this time, the man in the phone was already dead.

Is this what he can see now?

Zhuo Jian saw that he was still there, and the phone suddenly became a hot potato, she asked awkwardly: "You, do you still want to talk to Cheng Cheng?"

"I called you because the phone calls of those few couldn't get through today."

"Oh!"

"What happened just now?"

After telling her not to misunderstand that he called her on purpose, he suddenly returned to the topic.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

You can't tell him that your son threw the phone into her clothes, right?

Zhuo Jian turned the video in embarrassment so that he could only see Cheng Cheng, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and said to him, "Tell me what's the matter with you father and son, we are going to sleep."

"Dad, Dad, come back quickly."

Chengcheng yelled at the phone camera.

Fu Yanye thought to himself that you would treat me as a rare thing for you, and it is your mother who is rare for me.

"What happened just now?"

Fu Yanye saw that Chengcheng didn't take the phone, so he knew that the phone was in her hand, so he asked.

Zhuo Jian thought he was sick, why did he keep asking this question.

"What else? Didn't you see it all?"

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she hung up the phone, and couldn't help but mutter to Cheng Cheng: "Do you miss this man named Fu Yanye? But I think this man named Fu Yanye doesn't miss you at all. What kind of father is he? Call him Fu Yanye, there is no need to video call him tomorrow night."

For daddy, did he call you son?

Zhuo Jian was thinking to herself when the phone rang again.

This time it was a phone call, but it was the same person.

Zhuo Jian didn't want to pick it up, but Cheng Cheng lay on the bed and opened it for her, and turned on the speakerphone, "Hello? Fu Yanye."

"..."

The person on the other end of the phone was silent for a few seconds.

Zhuo Jian also stopped.

"Fu Yanye."

Chengcheng's barking is very standard, these three characters.

"What did you call me?"

Fu Yanye asked again.

"Fu Yanye, father, mother's name."

"..."

Zhuo Jian opened her mouth wide in surprise, her son actually, just like that, betrayed her?

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, and asked, "Is your mother by your side?"

"exist."

Zhuo Jian was waving desperately at him to try to say no, but he just opened his mouth.

"Zhuo Jian, do you have to explain to me why my son calls me by my first name?"

Fu Yanye asked her solemnly.

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, anyway, you can't reach me through the phone, so she kept silent.

"Dad, Mom is afraid."

Chengcheng muttered into the phone again.

The phone was silent for a few more seconds, and then their mother and son heard a rather magnanimous voice: "Forget it."

Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

But Fu Yanye named her again: "Zhuo Jian, Fu Chengqian has grown up, can you wear more clothes when you sleep with him?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian continued to remain silent.

The tube is really wide.

Wouldn't it be two years old?

Some children are still breastfeeding when they are almost three years old. What is it to wear loose clothes?

"I know you're here."

Fu Yanye continued.

"Who are you calling?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but asked him.

"Of course I'm looking for my son, but your problem is also very serious. You still want them to go back to the old house and be raised by the elders."

"I know, hang up."

Annoying.

Holding the phone on her hips, Zhuo Jian looked at the innocent boy on the bed and said, "Fu Chengqian, betray me. I'm the one who sleeps with your arms around me every night."

After being called by her name, Cheng Cheng suddenly became a little serious, and even sat up, sitting very upright.

"You'd better stop betraying me, or our relationship between mother and child may be chilled."

Zhuo Jian was puzzled and threatened again, then turned around and went to the cupboard, opened the cupboard, took a set of pajamas from it, and went to the bathroom.

Chengcheng was still sitting on the bed, holding her little feet and curiously looking in the direction of the bathroom.

What's the matter with his mother?

Doesn't seem happy?

He got Zhuo Jian's cell phone again, fiddled with it for a while, but didn't turn it on again, and threw it aside to lie on the bed and play with his little feet.

The phone next to her turned on again, and it was a WeChat message.

"Have you changed your clothes yet?"