In the end there was really no way.
You can't just stay at the police station.
Fu Yue had a baby hanging on his lap, and got into Lian Jue's car with a pretty face. He had to get the kid Fu Xingchen home first.
while sitting in the car.
Fu Xingchen sat on Fu Yue's left, and the child hugged her neck softly, obediently like a little angel.
The premise is not to call her mother.
Feeling being patted on the shoulder, Fu Yue looked to the right, and saw Lian Jue took out a mobile phone and handed it over, with a cold voice, and the slender fingertips holding the mobile phone were white and beautiful.
"Let's add a WeChat, I have something to say to you."
Fu Yue was taken aback, and following Lian Jue's line of sight, she saw Fu Xingchen's little milk bag.
She understood in an instant.
It is estimated that there is something that the child cannot hear.
Added WeChat.
Lian Jue quickly sent a long series of messages.
Lian Jue: [Sorry, my cousin has autism, the kind that hardly speaks, and can't communicate with others. Sorry to trouble you this time, if possible, I would like to ask you to wait for him to fall asleep before leaving, okay? Thanks. ]
Surprise flashed across Fu Yue's eyes.
Autism
No wonder she always felt that this child was weird.
Too quiet, but also too well-behaved.
At first, she only thought he was introverted, and she really didn't think about autism.
Fu Yue lowered her thick long eyelashes.
He tapped twice lightly with his fingers.
[good. ]
At this moment, Fu Xingchen suddenly stretched out his little hand, and softly touched Fu Yue's face.
"...?"
The child said in a milky voice: "Mom... beautiful..."
Facing the bright eyes of the child.
Fu Yue couldn't bear to blame him again, but her breath was stuck in her throat like this, and she couldn't move up or down, her face turned red from holding back.
"I, no, yes, you, mother, mother."
Anyone can hear the anger in Fu Yue's words.
It's a pity that the autistic little milk bag is not human... Bah, I can't tell.
The corner of Lian Jue's lips twitched.
As he spoke, the young man held Fu Xingchen's face with his slender fingers, and pulled his little face back, with a slightly serious voice.
"Fu Xingchen, brother is a boy, you can't call him mother."
The child stared at Lian Jue: "..."
First of all, don't speak.
Then he turned his head stubbornly, and yelled at Fu Yue crisply, "Mom."
Lian Jue: "..."
He looked up at Fu Yue, and asked tentatively: "Why don't you be wronged and pretend to be his mother for a while?"
Fu Yue: "..."
Before Fu Yue could say anything.
The kid Fu Xingchen stretched out his hand again, pointed at Lian Jue's face, and said crisply, "Father."
Lian Jue: "..."
Lian Jue: "Forget it, you can't be wronged. If the child is disobedient, just give him a good beating."
Fu Yue: "Hahahahahahahahahaha."
She smiled gloatingly.
But he subconsciously protected Fu Xingchen from Lian Jue beating him up.
Fu Yue was angry: "Lian Jue, are you crazy? He is still a child. How could you really hit him? Are you still human?"
Fu Xingchen hugged Fu Yue's neck cooperatively.
"Oh!"
Lian Jue: "..."
He took a deep breath, then turned to look out the car window, making sure he wasn't mad at himself.
This tossed for a long time.
After all, the child's physical strength is not good enough. After arriving at Lian's house, the child Fu Xingchen fell asleep in a daze. It was Fu Yue who carried him down.
As a result, as soon as he entered the door of Lian's house.
She saw a little firecracker rushing towards her.
Lian Jue quickly grabbed the child.
He didn't let him bump into Fu Yue.