I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she unconsciously clenched his strong arm.

"No! You can't hold a press conference like this."

She was moved, but reason still prevailed.

Fu Yanye buried herself in her hot skin, her voice was low and hoarse: "I can't let this happen again."

She could no longer be left alone in that danger.

It was luck to splash paint last time, this time it was because of Starlight, so what about next time?

Fu Yanye stuffed her small waist into his body forcefully, and the feeling of wanting to melt her into his body became more and more obvious.

right?

money?

background?

Those things cannot be used as decorations.

Even if that person is Lin Jiaoyang.

Zhuo Jian was carried into the bathroom by him, washed, changed, and then carried back to the bed.

Rolling and rolling on the soft big bed at will is like being in a cloud.

But she didn't have time to move, and she was already taken into Fu Yanye's arms again: "Sleep well, I will try not to touch you tonight."

After being tossed all night, she didn't have the energy to provoke him anymore, she was drowsy, and fell asleep within a few minutes.

At twelve o'clock at night, Fu Yanye turned on the wall lamp next to the bed, carefully lifted up her clothes, and rubbed the medicine on her.

Not only her waist, but her calf was also bruised a lot.

Finally wiped her face and hands, then put on her nightgown and went out.

In the office on the top floor, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers: "Are you working with Lin recently?"

"Don't sign!"

"He doesn't deserve it!"

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but quickly dialed another person.

Although Zhuo Jian refused to let the news of their hidden marriage be announced, Fu Yanye faintly felt that a crisis was approaching.

No matter what she thinks, how much she hates him, in short, he can no longer hide it like this.

It was after three o'clock in the middle of the night that he returned to the hotel from outside.

She was still sleeping, Fu Yanye lifted the quilt and lay in, hugging her to sleep.

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At around seven o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Jian was awakened drowsily by a phone call.

"Hey?"

Her voice was hoarse and dry when she didn't wake up, and when she turned around and touched the pillow, her face still hurt.

"Honey, don't you want a divorce?"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"The matter of your marriage to Fu Yanye was..."

"Ok?"

"It's well known!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian sat up groggyly, her eyes still a little blurry.

But the brain is running fast.

Wait for her to hang up the phone, and then turn on a certain wave, ha ha.

Title, Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian.

Click to open.

First of all, a large high-definition picture. Although the important information is coded, it is the two of them.

The following words: The news of the hidden marriage of the boss of the Fu Group turned out to be true, but the bride of the hidden marriage was not the daughter of the Lin Group, but someone else.

Marriage certificate dated three years ago...

Here are some guesses about their married life.

Some people say that Fu Yanye is stepping on two boats and controlling two women at the same time.

Some people said that Zhuo Jian was a mistress who used improper means to rob the man of the eldest lady of the Lin Group, and robbed the man of a terminal cancer patient.

Zhuo Jian felt like being struck by a thunderbolt after reading these.

Finished!

These two words seemed to stand above her head impressively.

Suddenly her lower abdomen became heavy, Zhuo Jian lowered her head subconsciously, and after seeing the arm clearly, she turned her eyes to the sleeping person, and opened her mouth wide in shock.

what happened?

Are they still sleeping together?

The sky is falling!

Zhuo Jian couldn't help raising her hand to push him, and said softly with anxiety, "Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye..."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye snorted, and posted a post next to her.

"Don't sleep, it's known about our marriage."

Zhuo Jian's palm accidentally touched him, and she immediately held her wrist in pain. Only then did everything about last night reappear in her mind.

At first it was Lin Jiaoyang who locked her in the private room, wanting to teach her a lesson with Mr. Zhao, then he rushed to rescue her, and then...

"A press conference will be held tomorrow. You are my wife, so stop hiding."

These words suddenly appeared in her mind, and she turned to look at him again.

"It's you?"

Otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence?

But when she was not at home, a thief broke into her house. He didn't steal anything else, but stole the marriage certificate?

"What am I?"

Fu Yanye still didn't want to open his eyes, he was too sleepy.

And she is so fragrant.

Zhuo Jian raised her hand to push him again: "Don't hug me, Fu Yanye, you bastard."

I said it all, let him not make it public.

The results of it?

He promised well with his mouth.

It is true that no press conference was held, but if it is announced in this way, what is the difference from a press conference?

Fu Yanye's cell phone rang soon after, and it didn't stop.

He didn't bother to pick her up, hugged her and didn't let go: "Honey, let's sleep a little longer, we're too sleepy!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian was so angry that she raised her leg and kicked the quilt off the two of them.

But after seeing his tiny legs clearly, he bent over and covered the quilt again.

She was actually wearing a nightgown?

Or suspenders?

Where did it come from?

Zhuo Jian recalled last night again, and then endured the pain all over her body and closed her eyes.

She really wanted to disappear into thin air.

Fu Yanye directly pressed her on the bed again. She wanted to resist, but the pain in her lower back intensified, and she lay there without moving.

"Sleep a little longer and I'll get up and fix everything."

"Really?"

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian didn't speak anymore, because he soon fell asleep again.

She couldn't help thinking, didn't they sleep together last night?

At this time, Ruxiang's private apartment is not so peaceful.

Ruxiang sat in front of the dressing table, endured it again and again, but she gave up halfway through the makeup, and then stretched her arms to the dressing table, disdainful for a while, so many expensive skin care products and cosmetics on the dressing table, all fell off on the ground.

Wang Rui heard the voice breaking in from outside, saw everything on the ground, and then saw the woman sitting in the chair stiffly.

Her eyes were full of hatred.

Seeing Wang Rui coming in, she gave her a cold look, and then ordered: "Come here!"

Wang Rui didn't know what she was going to do, but his heart made him walk over obediently.

Tears flowed out of Ru Xiang's eyes suddenly, but then he got up, stretched out his hand to hook his neck and moved his upper lip to kiss him.

"I want you to help me get rid of her! Can you?"

Ruxiang was tearful and pitiful, when he was kissed and responded to her, he left suddenly and asked him weakly.

"Ruxiang!"

"Please!"

Ruxiang's tears fell, and then she covered her lips to kiss him, not only his lips, but also his Adam's apple.

She supported his heart with one hand, and reached behind his back with the other hand, pulled his shirt out of his pants, and pleaded loudly: "Wang Rui, please, just this once."

Wang Rui looked down at her kissing him so actively, and suddenly grabbed her hand: "Is this child born?"