Zhuo Jian felt a numbness on his waist, so he took off his hand while walking, but she pulled him away and put it on. After repeated several times, she finally arrived at the door of the car.

Chengcheng and her younger brothers and sisters were already sitting inside and lying on the window to watch the fun.

It's been a long time since their parents did this.

Zhuo Jian murmured in a low voice: "Can't you walk well?"

"I've walked well, but I'm afraid you'll fall."

“…”

So it's still taking care of her?

Zhuo Jian looked at him unhappily, but he quickly lowered his head and got in the car.

Fu Yanye followed her in a comfortable mood, sat down next to her and closed the car door consciously.

How to say it?

Just one, happy.

The kind of happiness that I hold my wife.

Seeing her little aggrieved look that she was obviously unhappy but couldn't stop him, he felt like her heart was stuffed with cotton candy.

——

"Sister, I'll go with you."

Jian Qian was about to catch up immediately.

Feng Ying stood in front of her: "Miss, do you think there are not enough time for the couple to separate?"

Jian Qian glanced at him: "It looks a bit familiar, how dare you ask who you are?"

"I, my surname is Feng, please get to know this, this one, pregnant woman who is about to give birth?"

“…”

"Um?"

“Not interested.”

Jian Qian's eyes felt a little stinging, and she was about to leave with a faint sound.

Feng Ying didn't rush to follow, but laughed.

Not interested?

He had a way to get her interested.

Later he got into her car and said while placing his seat belt, "I want the pregnant woman to drive for me. It's really hard to drive it more steadily."

“…”

Jian Qian thought he would say something lucky.

But she still ignored him. If he couldn't go down, she wouldn't drive.

Feng Ying's hippie smile finally closed.

Soon, he turned to look at her again, but he was a little more serious than he didn't know just now. He asked her in a low voice: "I'll go?"

"I just want you to get out of my car."

"flourishing."

He called her and even grabbed his hand.

Jian Qian felt that her hand was numb by him, so she immediately pulled it away.

Feng Ying's Adam's apple also moved, and then he had to turn on the seat belt again. However, before getting off the car, he whispered: "I'll follow your car behind you, and I'll go back if you get home safely."

“…”

Jian Qian didn't say anything.

After he got out of the car, she started the car after closing the door.

When tears fell, she was very awake.

She doesn't want him to follow him.

All between them passed.

After so long, he finally gave up coming to find her.

——

Fu family.

After finally coaxing the children to sleep, Zhuo Jian was so tired that his back was sore and he sat on his own bed.

No, this is not her bed either.

She suddenly felt a little uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, she still sat on the edge of the bed and pinched her shoulders.

The children all regard her as their biological mother.

I heard that they almost had a child and were unable to give birth.

Well, she has had abortion.

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of the person in prison. He hung up the phone without saying what to do in the future. Is he doing well now?

She missed him a little, and then she felt like she was touched by something. She began to miss him very much, very much.

That scene appeared in front of her eyes, and he gently called her: "Give me your hand."

When her hands were full of bread crumbs, he carefully helped her wipe the paper, very gentle and careful. He said that the conditions in prison were not good, so he asked her to see him and complained to her.

But she felt that she was not wronged at all, she could live in it.

but……

He didn't let him go after all, he said, he couldn't bear to leave.

He didn't say much, but he thought about her every word.

In such a dim environment, he can still be so gentle, and he must be a good husband.

But……

A pair of hands suddenly fell on her shoulders, and those hands gently massaged her shoulders. Soon, she heard a familiar voice recently: "Shoulder hurts? Is it more comfortable?"

His voice was clearly light, but she just felt scared.

She didn't dodge immediately, but just missed that person even more.

Will he be in danger?

Is it the danger given by the person behind her?

Soon, she turned her head, "Mr. Fu."

Fu Yanye stopped his movements and looked at her quietly with black eyes.

"Can you not hurt him? He is already suffering enough in prison."

"Yeah?"

Fu Yanye said lightly.

"Um."

She nodded, her eyes full of worry, concern for another man.

Fu Yanye wanted to laugh, but he didn't laugh. He lay on the bed and gently patted his place beside him.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then looked at him again.

"Come here, lie here."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian didn't move, even lowering his eyes.

"If you want me not to hurt him, you have to make me happy."

He said.

Zhuo Jian listened, gradually understood something, and then slowly lay down over with restraint.

He looked at the person lying beside him, raised his hand and gently stroked her face, and murmured: "Take off your clothes."

Zhuo Jian couldn't do it, and looked at him with a pleading look.

Fu Yanye stroked her face and asked softly: "Can't you do it?"

"I can't betray my husband."

"snort."

He suddenly laughed, and for a moment, when he looked at her again, his eyes were particularly sharp and his smile was gone.
To be continued...