I don't deserve your love

"Zhuo Jian, I'm sure I can't hold another woman in my heart anymore. I also admit that I have done a lot of childish things that hurt you. I tried my best to let you find that you still love me. You can't leave me, but I found out that I was wrong, Zhuo Jian, give me another chance, from now on, our family will be what you say, and we will do whatever you want."

On this quiet and dim roadside, the man is humble and earnest.

Zhuo Jian shut her mouth tightly sadly and just shook her head.

She doesn't want to.

He pressed so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"Zhuo Jian."

Fu Yanye really didn't like her shaking her head all the time, he needed her affirmation.

There is no one here, only heaven and earth as evidence, only their hearts as evidence.

"No."

She is still those two words.

It's not that there is no heartbeat to listen to, and even magnificent waves, but it just can't.

Fu Yanye looked at her: "Give me a reason."

"If you are really sincere, let time testify, not now, now you are kneeling affectionately on one knee, begging me to give you another chance, how do I know who will appear in the future, let you I also felt that I was that unbearable person, and even made you hate me so much that you threw a knife at me, and let me show my ambition by death."

"I'm the unbearable person, and...can you stop mentioning that matter in the future?"

He begged loudly.

That is their common scar.

Zhuo Jian was also silent.

"Zhuo Jian, this is the first marriage proposal in my life."

Fu Yanye told her that his frustration was obvious.

In Zhuo Jian's heart, when he didn't let her mention that matter, it was as if a hole had been opened, and it hurt so much that she couldn't feel sorry for him that the first marriage proposal failed.

"After the marriage proposal fails, can everything go back to a week ago?"

He struggled to find a balance.

But, back to a week ago?

She tried to remember, and then nodded: "Yeah."

Fu Yanye felt relieved, but couldn't help but smiled wryly at her, "No wonder some people say that they can't stand up after kneeling for a long time."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him puzzled.

"Leg is numb, can you help Madam hard?"

Fu Yanye tried to redeem something.

Zhuo Jian quickly folded her arms around her chest and took a few steps back.

She didn't want to help him.

Seeing her stepping back, Fu Yanye smiled disappointedly, until he realized that he was still holding the wedding ring that belonged to her, and sighed sadly.

The ring was not sent out, the marriage proposal was not accepted, and then the leg became numb and asked for help, and the family returned even further.

He is Fu Yanye, how many people are groveling for fear of offending him?

But now he actually...

He took a look at his appearance, he was really embarrassed, but he was helpless, even a little appointed.

Kneel down on one knee for your wife, isn't it shameful?

Fortunately, she didn't go further, Fu Yanye smiled again: "I held back for a week, forcing myself not to see you, thinking that you would at least hesitate tonight."

"Don't you always say I'm unfeeling?"

Zhuo Jian retorted.

"Yeah, you are really heartless, in front of so many acquaintances."

He could see at that time that apart from shock, there was only resistance in her eyes.

"Who told you to do a surprise attack, and it's so bad."

Zhuo Jian turned sideways slightly.

This late night is really no longer cold, and it is not enough to cover them.

Under the dim light of the two, one knelt on one knee but was still shining brightly, and the other was stubborn and delicate but extremely childish.

Later, Zhuo Jian realized that she had been staying where she was, and immediately passed by him after realizing it, "I'll take a step first."

"where are you going?"

He turned his head to look at her thin back, her arrogant 'stride'.

"Find a place to sleep."

She turned back, but her steps became bigger and bigger.

Fu Yanye didn't care about the numbness of her legs, how could he let her find a place to sleep by herself so late.

In this city a, he doesn't know how many houses he owns, but they all belong to her.

He got up, endured the pain and chased after him.

"Don't run, be careful to fall."

"Why are you chasing me?"

"May I take you to rest?"

He chased after her, grabbed her wrist and held it gently, begging her.

Yes, it is a plea.

He finally knew how difficult it was for her to chase him when she was a child. The job of chasing someone was really tiring and thankless.

"Where are you going to rest?"

"If you don't want to go to Shengyuan, we still have many houses to live in."

"Zhuang Mingli should go, I'd better go back."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she wanted to break free from his restraint and walk back.

How could she go with him to his so-called many houses, what would he do in the house?She knows better than he himself.

Fu Yanye couldn't stand her being so awkward with him anymore, so he pulled her lightly, making sure not to hurt her, and pulled her into his arms, "Zhuo Jian, stop torturing me!" Okay? Let's go home, shall we?"

It may be that the night is too gentle, so their hearts are so soft and so full of twists and turns.

Zhuo Jian only felt that this chest was hard and hot, and she was still so familiar, but she still didn't dare to rely on it.

"Our family is long gone."

Unknowingly her voice was hoarse.

"Rebuildable."

His voice was also a little hoarse.

Everything that collapses can be rebuilt, and it will be more magnificent.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head and choked in his arms, insisting in a low voice, "I want to go back to my apartment."

"Aren't you bothering him? What if he's still there?"

"Who's bothering him? You're the one annoying."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, vigorously wiped the heavy eye sockets, and turned around to prevent him from seeing herself clearly.

Fu Yanye looked at her with lowered eyes, smiled softly, "Can I try my best not to annoy you?"

"that's all?"

"Ok?"

He lowered himself very low, in front of her face.

Zhuo Jian turned away a little more, her voice became more tense, "Do you want to use your hands and feet like this to keep me from getting upset?"

"..."

Fu Yanye looked at her after listening, but smiled and said nothing.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him and felt that his eyes seemed to say, yes, that's what I want.

She looked away as much as possible in annoyance, and then she was hugged completely. He seemed to be holding her loosely, but it prevented her body from twisting and turning.

"Are you tired from twisting and turning?"

"..."

He spoke softly, and Zhuo Jian was too tired to let him see the expression on her face, and stared at him, "I'm almost exhausted, can't you let me go?"

"It's too late, I can't let you go by yourself as a girl, it's not safe."

He was unwilling but did not lose his temper, especially following her feelings.

"Being with you is the biggest insecurity."

"Really? But at least I can protect you from being snatched by bad guys."

He hugged her, wanting to hug her tighter.

Zhuo Jian didn't know which of the two of them was torturing the other, and she didn't want to continue entanglement on the street, so she was somewhat weak, "Go back quickly."

Fu Yanye didn't want to be separated from her at all. Sending her back meant that he had to stay alone in the empty room again, and he really didn't like that feeling.

But he still nodded, "Yeah."

He really didn't dare to go against her again.

He took her hand back to the car, opened the door for her, and waited for her to enter with a smile.

Zhuo Jian didn't feel safe, so she got in and sat down immediately.

Fu Yanye closed the car door, got in from the other side, put on the seat belt, turned around and asked her suddenly, "What are you doing with Zhuang Mingli?"

"Then invite him to sit at home."