I don't deserve your love

For a moment, Zhuo Jian didn't know whether it was more suitable inside or outside.

Fu Yanye was thinking about the time when she and Zhuang Mingli looked at each other just now.

With Zhuang Mingli's affectionate appearance towards her, he wondered what she was feeling?

The toilet was going to go from him, but she looked around and finally chose to go the other way.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, but took another puff of cigarette.

But further inside, it turned out to be just a wall, huh, huh.

Zhuo Jian stopped, took a breath in embarrassment, and then turned her head.

Fu Yanye looked at her while smoking a cigarette. For a long time, the two of them seemed to be standing at opposite ends of the balance, extremely tormented, but neither had the idea of ​​moving forward.

He didn't move forward until he finished smoking that cigarette, and he snuffed out the cigarette and threw it into the trash can.

Zhuo Jian hooked her pockets with both hands for a while, suddenly felt uncomfortable, and subconsciously put them back.

Fu Yanye walked towards her slowly, and then went in front of her.

Zhuo Jian raised her head, finally saw him clearly, and then looked aside silently.

His leather shoes interlaced with hers, lowering himself.

Zhuo Jian's vision was getting darker and darker, and the smell of his smoked cigarettes made her hold her breath.

"The two of them are getting married, do we want to give gifts as husband and wife?"

"Uh-huh?"

Zhuo Jian was in a daze, and looked up at him in confusion.

Fu Yanye looked into her black eyes but smiled.

"Are you full with the two of them?"

Fu Yanye asked again.

Zhuo Jian thought about it, she didn't eat much, she really didn't know where to start.

"I'm a little hungry too."

As he was talking, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, and then took her to the door of a private room next to him and opened the door. It was empty inside. He casually raised his hand inside and touched the switch to turn on the light.

"Shall we order another?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian heard his tone as if asking, and even thought, what would happen if she refused him right now?

In the past, he would have pulled her in directly.

"So it's settled then?"

Seeing that she was silent, Fu Yanye dragged her in while talking.

Then he closed the door habitually, and pressed her against the wall habitually.

Zhuo Jian asked him slowly: "Can I refuse?"

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye frowned.

It was too late for her to refuse.

"Honestly, though, but I must have accompanied them out for dinner. It seems rude to leave halfway."

Zhuo Jian explained.

"..."

Fu Yanye frowned more and more.

"Feel sorry."

Zhuo Jian spoke to him and tried to get away from his armpit.

But before he could bend down, he pressed his shoulder.

"You have to give me a chance to sit down with you, otherwise how can I chase you?"

Fu Yanye asked her patiently.

Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly and politely, "It's usually hard to have dinner together before you catch up, right?"

"Really? Think about when we were young."

Fu Yanye reminded her.

"..."

Zhuo Jian suddenly fell silent.

"At that time, how many times did you have to eat with me in a week? Roughly, one hundred times a year, ten years is..."

He stopped talking.

"That will have to be another day, today I will be with Zhuang Mingli and Li Jing."

Zhuo Jian knew that for ten years, they did eat together every three days, and their group of boys often ate, drank and had fun outside at night, and as the most favored little girl next door, she could follow them every time.

After hearing this, Fu Yanye looked at her a little discouraged, "You used to be reluctant to see me without food, but now, you have to ignore me in order to accompany others. From a crush to a wife, do you just care less and less?"

He looked like a poor man about to be abandoned.

"Are you selling miserably?"

When Zhuo Jian said this, her voice was actually quite obedient.

Fu Yanye smiled wryly: "Will being miserable be useful to you?"

"Have."

"..."

Fu Yanye couldn't believe it, but was also flattered.

"Used to have."

"..."

Suddenly heartbroken.

No one is irresponsible for speaking like this.

"Where did people go?"

Li Jing and Zhuang Mingli went from room to room looking for her, and finally in the last room, when Li Jing opened the door, she saw the side.

Tall and tall men lean on the woman they are looking for.

Li Jing froze for a moment, looking at them.

Zhuo Jian was also shocked, this...

"did you find it?"

Zhuang Mingli's voice.

"Ah, no, I'll send her a WeChat message."

Li Jing looked at them and quickly closed the door when she was lying.

"There's a light in there."

Zhuang Mingli curiously wanted to take a look inside, but was pushed away by Li Jing.

"Zhuo Jian said that she was afraid of meeting Fu Yanye, so she left first."

"Really? Let me see."

"Don't look at my phone unless I look at yours first."

"What about dreaming?"

Just like that, Li Jing got away with it.

In the private room, the two people were looking at each other at this moment, each with their own thoughts, and, at the same time, extremely ambiguous.

Some small molecules seem to gather quietly, but when they are about to form a mass, they remain still.

"It seems that there are still people who wish us well."

Fu Yanye said with a smile.

"can I go now?"

"Huh? But they are still there. If you go out now, they will see it. How about this? I called and asked them to serve special dishes. After we tasted them, they probably left too. Shall we go?"

"..."

"Send the kids to spend the night with you for the next week?"

"..."

"Two weeks?"

"Fu Yanye, are you trying to trick me with my child?"

"It's mine too."

When Fu Yanye looked at her eyes, he suddenly felt a little twisted.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with a sigh of relief, and nodded after a while: "Deal."

Fu Yanye didn't know why, but suddenly he was so happy that he lost his mind.

Zhuo Jian only felt that her sight was dark again, and subconsciously avoided it.

Fu Yanye was already in front of her eyes, and her thin lips were about to kiss her.

But at the last moment, her hands were pressed against the wall, tightly tightening herself, which made him suddenly come back to his senses.

"You said it was only that one time."

"Ah."

He stopped, feeling like he was on a roller coaster.

"May I go and sit down?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

Fu Yanye is reluctant to part with her. Can't those who can't get her feel her taste?

But he still stood still and stretched out his hand to give way to her.

When Zhuo Jian got to the chair, he also opened the chair for her, and helped her put it away when she sat down.

He called to order, and half an hour later the two quietly tried their new dish.

The head chef also personally came to ask their opinions. Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian, and Zhuo Jian asked back: "I think it's not bad, what does Mr. Fu think?"

"It tastes far worse than Starlight."

Fu Yanye suddenly wiped his mouth and got up, then went to Zhuo Jian's side, and extended his hand to her habitually.

Zhuo Jian was still sitting there, but seeing someone was there, she put her hand in his palm.

"Although it's a new dish, I probably won't order it again in the future."

The moment Fu Yanye grabbed Zhuo Jian's hand, he suddenly became serious again, and pulled Zhuo Jian away after speaking.

Zhuo Jian walked to the door and suddenly grabbed him, then turned around: "It's really not satisfactory."

The head chef's face turned dark, but he didn't dare to curse, so he smiled and nodded in response.

The two of them passed by the original private room, Li Jing and Zhuang Mingli left early, but Su Bai and the others stood at the door, watching Fu Yanye walking away without looking sideways, they joked: "Brother, go home."

There were also people who watched the excitement and didn't think it was a big deal, and shouted: "Brother Yan Ye, there are only two beauties here, don't you want to play again?"