I don't deserve your love

"Knock on the door."

"Knock on the door? Can't you open it?"

It's almost twelve o'clock now, why bother someone who is asleep to drive when you can go in by yourself?

And at this time, sneaking in quietly, wouldn't it be better?

Fu Yanye said seriously, "Knock on the door."

"What if she fell asleep?"

asked him solemnly.

Fu Yanye glanced at him, full of helplessness.

Yan Zheng had no choice but to ring the doorbell.

"Fu Yanye? Brother Yan Zheng?"

Suddenly there was a very gentle and familiar soft voice from one side, Yan Zheng looked down the steps subconsciously, while Fu Yanye suddenly leaned towards Yan Zheng beside him, and when Yan Zheng looked at him in shock, he turned around slowly , "Hey, wife."

Fu Yanye was immediately drunk, but just as he called his wife, he saw that there was another person behind his wife, and immediately became unhappy.

"Why are you two here so late?"

Zhuo Jian stepped forward and asked them.

"Ah, that, Yan Ye drank too much."

"I didn't drink much."

Fu Yanye straightened up suddenly, looking like he was crazy about drinking.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, smelled the smell of alcohol on his body and didn't speak to him, only said to Yan Zheng: "But Brother Yan Zheng, you should send him back to Shengyuan, or ask Brother Rui to pick him up.

"He is clamoring to find you, but I can't help it. You... are you out so late?"

Yan Zheng also saw the person standing at the corner downstairs.

Only then did Zhuo Jian look down, "Why are you still here, Li Jing is waiting for you in the car."

Zhuang Mingli was even angrier. The two big men were at her door in the middle of the night, especially that Fu Yanye, who seemed to be looking for Zhuo Jian after drinking some wine...

Well, when a man comes to find a woman in this situation, he can only do one thing.

Zhuang Mingli thought for a while, "Why don't you come with me? Li Jing doesn't seem to be feeling well, you go and take care of her overnight."

"what?"

Zhuo Jian was stunned, she recalled carefully, she didn't find that Li Jing was uncomfortable, she just drank two more glasses.

"You're not allowed to go anywhere, I think you're thinking about dying."

Fu Yanye suddenly put his arms around her shoulders and pulled her into his arms, his eyes stained with alcohol were more irresistible.

Yan Zheng raised his voice lightly, "Then I'll go back first, Zhong Mai is still waiting for me at home, Ah Jian, take good care of your husband."

"it is good."

Zhuo Jian thought that it was so late that it was time for Yan Zheng to accompany Zhong Mai, so she quickly agreed to let him rest assured.

Yan Zheng walked to the corner, and politely said to Zhuang Mingli: "Let's go, Young Master Zhuang, don't disturb other people's couples sleeping."

Zhuang Mingli: "..."

Zhuo Jian opened the door and took Fu Yanye in. For two seconds, she wondered whose face opened the door just now, because she was a little further away from the door.

But he was too heavy, so she didn't have time to think about opening the door, she just turned her head to look at him, "Stand still."

"Dizziness."

He rests on her shoulder.

"I'm going to faint if you do this, your head is so heavy."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye immediately stood up, and stood in front of her with his hands in his pockets, his eyes gradually turned bitter, "Why are you out with him so late?"

"What about you? Why are you drinking again?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked back.

"you answer me first."

"you answer me first."

The two disagreed.

Then Fu Yanye gave up first, and replied to her: "It's hard."

"Suffering is not the time to go to the doctor."

"It's hard here."

He suddenly touched his depressed heart, and seeing her was full of the sadness of the young master's resignation and love.

"It's so uncomfortable here that you should see a doctor. I'll call Brother Rui and ask him to send someone to pick you up."

Zhuo Jian walked forward and called Wang Rui with her mobile phone, but before she called, Fu Yanye stepped forward, grabbed her mobile phone, then went to the sofa and lay down consciously, "I'm here Rest for a while, sober up and go."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

You can go after sobering up, but don't hold her phone.

Zhuo Jian walked to the sofa and stretched out her hand: "Fu Yanye, return my phone."

"I do not."

"Why?"

"I'm afraid you'll call that person."

Fu Yanye kicked her mobile phone into her arms, lay on her sofa with her knees bent and muttered.

Zhuo Jian opened her mouth but said nothing.

Why is he acting like a pissed off daughter-in-law?

"Hurry up and return the phone to me. I won't talk to Zhuang Mingli on the phone. It was Li Jing who asked me out."

Zhuo Jian explained.

Fu Yanye suddenly opened his clothes, "Then you come and get it yourself."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly, but was lazy to argue with him, and bent over to get the phone, but Fu Yanye suddenly hugged her hand.

With her hand still on his chest, Zhuo Jian asked him in surprise, "What are you going to do again?"

"itch."

He said a word.

Zhuo Jian persuaded herself to be patient, not to be like a drunkard, and then said: "Let go when it doesn't itch."

"It's still itchy."

Fu Yanye stared straight at her.

Zhuo Jian bent over and kept this position for more than a minute and got tired, so she could only ask him angrily, "Is it still itchy?"

"Ah."

He lay there staring at her, only thinking that he was going to die.

How did he stay sober while drinking and didn't pull her into his arms?

He's Fu Yanye, shouldn't he just find an excuse to achieve his goal?

"I'm going to break my arm."

Zhuo Jian frowned, reminding him a little angrily.

Fu Yanye patted the side with his idle hand, "Sit down."

Zhuo Jian thought of how the two of them overlapped on the sofa on weekdays, and immediately became vigilant, "Fu Yanye, let go of me, I'm really angry."

"I'm angry too."

He hugged his chest suddenly, determined not to let go.

"Why are you angry?"

It was her who was holding hands.

Her wrists to the tips of her fingers were now hot and numb.

"I'm angry that you don't even let me have a meal with you, but you fool around with other men all day long."

"That's not fooling around."

Zhuo Jian immediately refuted.

"Not fooling around? That kid likes you."

Fu Yanye felt even more uncomfortable.

"You really want to know what we're going to do?"

"..."

Fu Yanye was startled by her question mark.

Zhuo Jian suddenly smiled, sat next to him and turned around vigorously, so as not to be so tired, then looked at him with a smirk and said, "Let's go talk about divorce."

"..."

Fu Yanye was silent, but now he was wronged and angry.

"It's what you want me to say, not what I want to say."

Zhuo Jian didn't want him to blame her, he was too good at blaming her, whatever he did, it was all her fault.

But this time, he just stared at her like a big boy who has been wronged a lot, without saying a word.

Being stared at by Zhuo Jian made her feel guilty and scared. She touched her mobile phone and wanted to withdraw her hand quickly, but her arm suddenly hurt, and she was trapped in the sofa after a whirl.