I don't deserve your love

In the space where she couldn't see her fingers, the man's hoarse voice comforted her a lot.

"Fu Yanye? Have you been drinking?"

But soon she felt something was wrong, his breath smelled of alcohol, which was quite heavy.

"Ok!"

Fu Yanye pressed against her neck, and his breath stretched.

"Fu Yanye, why didn't you go home when you were drunk?"

Zhuo Jian hugged his fidgeting hand and asked him suppressedly.

"I want to sleep in your bed!"

"I'll call and call a car for you, and take you to Lin Ruxiang's place, okay?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't stand hearing his murmur in a low voice, she thought it was better for her to send him away as soon as possible.

"Not good! I want you!"

Fu Yanye rolled onto her, and his thin lips attacked her lips.

-

When Zhuo Jian woke up the next day, she opened Weibo on the speakerphone.

The number one in the hot search, Lin's daughter's marriage news.

Zhuo Jian opened the hot search, and at the beginning it said that the wedding of Lin Ruxiang, the daughter of the Lin family, and the chief executive of the Fu family enterprise was imminent.

The photo is of Lin Ruxiang taking wedding photos in a photo studio.

"Honey, did you see that? She actually said she was going to marry your husband. Do you think it's ridiculous?"

"They're probably going to get married. Let's do the wedding first."

Zhuo Jian recalled what Ru Xiang had said to her, and spoke lazily, with a sore throat.

"What? Do the wedding first? You haven't divorced Fu Yanye yet, and she can't wait to have the wedding?"

"I won't tell you any more!"

Zhuo Jian was going to reply to Ouyang Ping, but when she felt movement around her, she turned her head.

She finally remembered the person who tossed her on her bed last night and then fell into a deep sleep.

Fu Yanye!

He was still lying on the bed?

Zhuo Jian watched him poke his head out of the quilt, and couldn't help her heart pounding.

Without raising his eyelids, Fu Yanye asked her, "Who did she say is going to hold a wedding?"

"You, with Lin Ruxiang!"

Zhuo Jian couldn't take her eyes off his face for a long time, and she could only imagine him lying on her bed to sleep with her.

He is already different from before, even though he looks more mature now, but...

But he is certainly not a mature person.

Zhuo Jian lifted the quilt to get out of bed.

But the person was quickly hugged into the bed again: "Where are you going?"

"Young Master Ye, you are going to marry Lin Ruxiang, can you hug her now?"

Zhuo Jian was lying in his arms, the warmth from behind made her uneasy and upset, and she couldn't help but say such sour words.

Fu Yanye opened her eyes, then took the phone in her hand and turned it on.

In less than 5 minutes, he had taken his mobile phone and left the bedroom.

Zhuo Jian was lying on the bed, but she was not in a hurry to get up.

She caught a cold!

she thinks!

Zhuo Jian took the mobile phone weakly and asked for leave, and then shrank under the quilt.

There was still the residual temperature in the bed after he left, she knew it was ridiculous, but she still buried her face in it.

When Fu Yanye came back from the phone call, she saw that she had covered herself in the quilt, and when she approached, she sat on the edge of the bed and lifted the quilt a little, and then looked inside.

The quilt was immediately shrunk from inside again.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just sat there quietly and waited.

Sure enough, within 2 minutes, she lifted the quilt.

Fu Yanye turned his head to see her turn her back to him, then leaned over and said in a deep voice behind her: "It was from Ruxiang, but I assure you, I have already told her clearly that I will not marry her."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, but just pressed the quilt to her eyes.

"You really think I'm a scumbag? After sleeping in your bed, put up your pants and go to sleep on another woman's bed?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, her long eyelashes were covered with a thin layer of mist, she looked pitiful, but she was born stubborn.

"Let's announce the marriage!"

Fu Yanye's voice was a little hoarse, and he couldn't bear to see her wet eyes.

Zhuo Jian was startled, and reflexively turned to look at him: "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Aren't you afraid that the whole world will treat you as a third party? Let's announce the secret marriage and let the whole world know that the real third party is not you."

Fu Yanye explained.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Don't cry! My heart hurts!"

Fu Yanye gently wiped the mist from the corners of her eyes to comfort her.

Zhuo Jian's eyes turned redder inexplicably, and when her nose became sour, tears fell again: "Fu Yanye, have you lost your memory?"

"Amnesia? Amnesia can't get rid of you, a clingy little man."

Fu Yanye wiped her tears with his sexy thumb, and after finishing speaking, he did not forget to kiss her eyelashes.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head, at this moment she really wanted to let it go.

His chest was so warm, and so were his hands.

She wanted to get into his arms and cry while holding him.

If he continues like this, something will really happen.

Just when she was struggling with her heart, her mobile phone rang, and she got up to answer the phone wiping away her tears.

"Hey?"

"I'm Sheng Xin, Miss Zhuo remember me?"

"President Sheng, I remember!"

Zhuo Jian was surprised by the call, and wanted to get out of bed after the call.

Fu Yanye hugged her from behind, not letting her go.

Zhuo Jian felt that it would be okay for him to hear, so she continued to talk on the phone.

"I came over last night and stayed in Xingguang. I didn't call you because it was too late. I wonder if Ms. Zhuo is free to have lunch together?"

"OK!"

Zhuo Jian agreed.

"Okay then, at Xingguang's western restaurant at noon."

"it is good!"

After Sheng Xin finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but a word from Sheng Xin suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.

He said that the man wanted to recover from his illness and marry his beloved.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously glanced at the person who rested her chin on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "How long have you been thinking about this position?"

"Who is Mr. Sheng?"

Fu Yanye didn't answer her, but asked her instead.

"The boss of the Internet, the one I interviewed on my last business trip."

Zhuo Jian explained.

"What does he want to do?"

Fu Yanye asked dissatisfied again.

"Just have a meal together at noon."

Zhuo Jian knew everything.

"Hmph! Just did an interview, and are you going to eat?"

Fu Yanye said something sour.

Zhuo Jian couldn't bear to look at him again, but she couldn't see clearly, but her heart was warm, "Can you let me go first, you are so heavy."

Fu Yanye didn't listen, but buried his face in her neck and began to kiss her skin.

Zhuo Jian felt that his lips were also a little hot, so she couldn't help but hide to the side, and the two of them rolled on the bed again, entangled.

"Fu Yanye, I have a cold!"

"Infect me!"

After Fu Yanye finished speaking in a hoarse voice, he continued to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian turned her head to dodge a few times, Fu Yanye held her face: "Try to hide one more time?"

Zhuo Jian was frightened by him, but stopped talking.

His lips pressed up again, rolling and sucking on her lips.

Zhuo Jian grasped the bed sheet next to her tightly, the feeling of being seduced by him made her afraid.

While sucking, Fu Yanye ordered to her: "Don't go see him!"

Zhuo Jian wanted to resist, but she didn't make a sound.

Fu Yanye raised his head, his black eyes staring straight at her: "Zhuo Jian! Did you hear that?"

"You can't be so domineering to me! I can't beat you so I let you..."

Before Zhuo Jian finished speaking, his mouth was blocked again, only this time he was not as gentle as before, he seemed to be attacking the city with the fastest speed.

"you are mine!"

He announced childishly, and then gently sucked her lips...