I don't deserve your love

"I changed my mind today. How could I not know Mr. Feng? Thank you for your latte. Goodbye."

She nodded handsomely, and then walked inside.

Feng Ying stood behind her with a cup of coffee, seeing her walking so resolutely and cheerfully, he also laughed along with her.

Their world was once dark.

But in the future, definitely not.

-

In a few days, Jian Qian went on a business trip, Feng Ying's car was parked at the gate of her community, she pulled the suitcase out, saw his car walked over curiously, "President Feng?"

"Call me Feng Ying, see you off."

"Huh? I can't stand it."

She smiled and said without moving.

Feng Ying had already stood opposite her, and pulled her suitcase with a smile, "I have never given suitcases to other women."

"..."

This sentence is inexplicably emotional.

She watched him put her suitcase in his trunk, and then walked up to her, "Shall I open the car door for you?"

He is 1.8 meters five anyway, and now he is a little ruffian, Jian Qian looked at it and smiled, "Yes."

Feng Ying helped her open the car door as promised, but before she was about to enter, he suddenly stopped at the door.

Jian Qian looked at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

Feng Ying hesitated to speak, and finally teased: "I'm thinking whether to do something earth-shattering again."

Jian Qian's heart skipped a beat, but he stepped aside and let her sit in.

After Jian Qian went to other places, she first contacted Zhuo Jian and asked Zhuo Jian, "Is it the time when my brother-in-law told Feng Ying that I was going on a business trip?"

Zhuo Jian was watering the flowers in the yard. After hearing this, she couldn't help but looked upstairs suspiciously, and then said, "I'll try it out later."

"Well, but there's no need to quarrel, I suddenly feel that Feng Ying is quite interesting."

Jian Qian said.

Zhuo Jian heard from her tone that she was in a good mood, and said, "It should be quite interesting, otherwise why is it Feng Ying instead of Mr. Feng?"

"..."

Only then did Jian Qian realize that she called him Feng Ying, and he looked very familiar.

But thinking of Feng Ying's words, he couldn't help but say, "Sister, do you think I knew him before?"

"He is from Fengcheng, and you have stayed in Fengcheng, it is not impossible."

"Well, I didn't think much about it at first, but he suddenly asked me some weird words that day, and I thought, maybe we've met before, but I forgot about the things I experienced at that time."

Jian Qian said that there is some distress here.

She never told herself to remember some too painful things since she was a child. Did he appear at that time?

"Hey, when it comes to forgetting..."

Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly.

Boss Fu had lost her memory three times, almost killing her.

Human memory is really important.

The two sisters hung up the phone, and Jian Qian received a call from Feng Ying again, but he only said one sentence, "Miss Jian, please pass me a WeChat friend?"

He hung up after finishing speaking.

Jian Qian subconsciously opened WeChat, saw a friend request, and clicked on it.

His profile picture is a selfie of him, kinda...

Hmm, boring.

She couldn't help but send a message: "President Feng's profile picture, is it tempting ignorant girls?"

"Can't old women be tempted?"

He returned quickly.

She laughed angrily and asked him, "Who are you talking about old women?"

"It's those old women. They always covet my beauty and stuff a lot of money into my pants."

"..."

Jian Qian felt unable to continue the conversation. He was quite serious when they first met.

Why are you so unprincipled today, and dare to tell her this.

"There is something else, let's talk later."

He sent another one, interrupting her wild thoughts.

"Jian Qian, 10 minutes."

"Okay, right now."

Hearing her colleague's reminder, she quickly agreed, and also turned her mobile phone to silent, and went to work.

-

At eleven o'clock in the evening, Shengyuan.

After Zhuo Jian finished writing the manuscript, she just took off her glasses and was about to go back to her room when she heard footsteps outside. She got up and went out, and when she opened the door, she saw a figure walking towards her master bedroom, and it seemed that she was not walking straight?

She went into the master bedroom, but she didn't see anyone on the bed. She closed the door and planned to go to the bathroom, but when she turned around, she accidentally saw the person leaning against the wall, and leaned against the door panel in fright, "Why are you standing here?"

Silently, it's scary.

Fu Yanye smiled proudly, and walked up to her in one step, put his hands on her ears, and murmured: "It was on purpose."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was so angry that he was hiding here deliberately to scare her?

What a boss Fu.

Suddenly his legs softened and he stuck to her.

Zhuo Jian was so squeezed that she couldn't breathe, but she still couldn't move.

Fu Yanye pressed her forehead, breathed unbearably, his voice hoarse from the stimulation of alcohol, "Can we do it today?"

"Ok?"

"It's okay not to."

He suddenly lowered his head to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian only felt that the smell of alcohol was so bad, she turned her face away and said, "Go and brush your teeth."

"Don't brush your teeth, I want you."

"Brush your teeth first."

She had no choice but to press his chin with both hands to keep him from getting closer before he kissed her.

"Swipe together?"

Fu Yanye said, holding her two wrists, pinning them directly on top of her head, and looking at her with dim eyes, "If you dare to let me bear it, I will see how I deal with you."

"..."

Once drunk, you start to want the domineering president again?

She wanted to suspect that he was deliberately drunk.

The two of them actually went into the bathroom together, Zhuo Jian squeezed toothpaste for him, Fu Yanye brushed his teeth obediently, and pulled the button of his shirt with one hand.

Zhuo Jian watched his movements in the mirror, watched him gradually revealing a bigger and bigger chest, and then looked up at him again.

Fu Yanye smiled, and taking advantage of her unpreparedness, he suddenly turned around and rushed towards her, carrying toothpaste, and kissed her directly.

Zhuo Jian resisted at first, really uncomfortable.

But, but he held the back of her head so that she couldn't move.

Later, it was resignation.

Boss Fu couldn't wait, tore the clothes of the two of them, and then hugged her on the sink.

Zhuo Jian heard a slap, and she didn't know what fell into the trash can, but she didn't have a chance to look at it, because he controlled her and couldn't even turn her head.

How does he look like a drunk person?

Not brave.

Fu Yanye quickly took off his shirt, walked in with her bare upper body and hugged her.

Soon, the warm water inside was sprinkled on the two of them, her face was wet, and soon she couldn't see anything, she could only cater to his strong and menacing kiss.

She couldn't cooperate with him at all. After several months of being alone in an empty room, the aloof man tore off his hypocritical mask at this moment. He just longed for the warmth of the woman in his arms and was greedy to get more from her.

It has long been released like a ferocious trapped beast, and then, domineering and powerful, plunders and invades.

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian's collarbone was bitten, and she groaned.

Only then did Fu Yanye stop slowly. When the shower fell, he could barely see her sad face clearly, and then kissed her again, slowly and gently...