I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Have you had enough trouble? I won't die, and your great-grandson will be born well. Can you go?"

Fu Yanye couldn't listen anymore.

Zhuo Jian has a thin skin, Zhuo Jian will definitely be embarrassed if the two of them talk like this.

The old lady and Wang Yue watched Fu Yanye get up suddenly, thinking, I think it's all right!

"Did me go so soon? I heard you had a car accident. My heart almost stopped beating. What about my great-grandson? Our baby Jian Jian's stomach is still flat!"

The old lady pretended to wipe her tears, and deliberately stared at Zhuojian's stomach.

Zhuo Jian came out in a hurry, wearing a blue sweater dress, her belly was exceptionally flat, the old lady could only put her hands in the pockets of her coat to cover her belly: "Grandma, you have a great-grandson! "

"Don't mention that woman to me, I won't recognize her when she was born."

The old lady was upset when Zhuo Jian said that, she turned her head and left.

Wang Yue patted Zhuo Jian's arm lightly: "Take care of him for me and your grandma, please!"

"Huh? Mom, but..."

"Except for you, your grandma won't be at ease, huh?"

Without waiting for her to finish, Wang Yue added another sentence.

Zhuo Jian turned her head to watch Wang Yue take the old lady away, the door was closed, and the two of them were locked in the room again.

Fu Yanye was still sitting there, turned his head to see that she was aggrieved with her head down, and asked her with a frown, "Have you ordered yet?"

"Ah? Order it!"

Only then did Zhuo Jian remember that she had ordered takeaway.

She took out her mobile phone and looked at it. Before she could see the distance, she heard a knock on the door, and she went to open it.

"Young Madam, the meal you ordered, we were afraid that the delivery boy's car would be unstable, so we delivered it ourselves."

The manager of the hotel's Chinese restaurant, dressed in neat clothes, was holding a food box.

Zhuo Jian nodded: "Thank you for your hard work!"

There is nothing else to say.

The small dining table was moved to the bed, and Fu Yanye sat there watching the dishes she ordered, all of which he liked.

Zhuo Jian watched the manager bring his special chopsticks, and unconsciously gave the manager a thumbs up, which is really thoughtful.

Fu Yanye looked at the bowls and chopsticks on the table but said: "When you come back at night, take two sets of the same bowls and chopsticks."

The manager lowered his head and put the dishes on while answering: "Yes!"

"I do not need!"

Zhuo Jian immediately understood what he meant and said.

Fu Yanye ignored her, and just told the manager to go outside and wait.

Zhuo Jian saw that he held chopsticks well with his left hand, and silently admired him again.

At first, I thought, should I feed him?

After lunch, she cleaned up with the manager, sent the manager away, and the nurse came to deliver the medicine after two o'clock in the afternoon.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian couldn't help asking: "Is it just taking medicine? No need for injections?"

The nurse glanced at her, then looked at the person on the bed looking at the mobile phone, and shook her head: "Mr. Fu is in good health, as long as he takes a good rest."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She couldn't help but follow the little nurse out, closed the door, and asked gently: "Does it mean that his arm doesn't need to be treated anymore?"

"Well! Observe for one day today, and you can be discharged from the hospital tomorrow."

The nurse nodded back at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart became more and more stuffy, as if a hammer was hitting her heart.

When she went back, she saw him reading emails on his mobile phone in silence, so she poured him a cup of hot water and put it beside her, and asked him, "Fu Yanye, if you feel unwell, just tell me."

After reading the email, Fu Yanye directly called Wu Fei, as if he didn't hear her.

Zhuo Jian thought, was he damaged by the blow?

He is so strong, how can he tolerate the loss of his arm?

He certainly didn't want others to mention it, so she tried not to mention it.

But her cell phone rang again, and seeing that it was the director's wife's call, she was afraid of disturbing Fu Yanye's email, so she quickly picked it up and whispered, "Hello?"

"He's not feeling well, I'll ask later, um, I'll get back to you later."

Zhuo Jian finished speaking softly and hung up the phone.

Fu Yanye was still looking at his phone seriously.

Zhuo Jian felt that since she came back with the old lady and Wang Yue, he hadn't seen her, right?

What did she say, seems to be wrong?

Seeing his expressionless face and being so tired, Zhuo Jian thought about what the director's wife said, then leaned forward and asked softly, "Master Ye, how can you be happier?"

Fu Yanye opened his dark eyes, looked straight ahead, and then suddenly turned to look at her.

Just at that glance, Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Seeing her guilty and flustered appearance, Fu Yanye lowered his head and continued to read the email.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

In such a large ward, so silent!

But the director's wife immediately added her WeChat, and she was too embarrassed to refute him, so she passed it, and then looked at Fu Yanye.

"Young Master Ye, can you help us with the director's affairs?"

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, and had to ask him again.

Fu Yanye didn't reply to her, but his face turned a little colder.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then silently bowed down again: "If you have any conditions, you can mention them."

"Don't go abroad."

Finally, he spoke.

And it's very fast.

Zhuo Jian stared at his perfect profile, the sharp-edged outline was cold and seductive, her heart skipped a beat.

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes: "Don't go abroad, can you do it?"

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and nodded to him after thinking for a moment: "Yes!"

"What if you break your promise?"

Fu Yanye asked her again.

Zhuo Jian's drooping eyes moved, touched the corner of her mouth lightly, and then said: "Well, I'm all up to you."

"Okay! Record it!"

Fu Yanye suddenly threw his mobile phone beside the bed.

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously, recorded it?

"There's no evidence for what you say. You record it yourself. If you leave in the future, I will use this recording to block you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian still didn't understand what he meant, and just wanted to quickly complete the task of the director's wife, so she took his mobile phone, but couldn't help but look at him when she was about to open it.

"Think for yourself."

Seeing that she didn't know the password, Fu Yanye turned his head and ignored her angrily.

Zhuo Jian hesitated for a while, and then entered the password of their house.

Sure enough, the phone screen turned on.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but glanced at him quietly again, then found the recording function and recorded it for him.

Fu Yanye listened to her recording, his heart skipped a beat, and seeing her lightly pursed red lips, he couldn't help but call her: "Come here!"

Zhuo Jian was reluctant, but still walked over obediently.

"sit down."

Fu Yanye ordered again.

Zhuo Jian sat down on the edge of the bed, then tied her hands and feet, lowered her head and waited for his next instruction.

"kiss Me!"

Fu Yanye said again.

Zhuo Jian looked at him in shock.

kiss him?

She has already recorded it, why would she still kiss him?

How can anyone replace the two conditions?

"Do you still want to keep that old thing's seat?"

Fu Yanye reminded her that she was super indifferent.

"I won't kiss you."

Zhuo Jian refused.

"Okay, let's not talk about it then."

Fu Yanye didn't force her.