I don't deserve your love

"it is good."

Zhuo Jian thought about it and agreed.

"Find someone to do it."

Fu Yanye gave instructions to Wang Rui who was driving ahead.

"Yes."

Wang Rui quickly called.

Before the two of them even got home, they received Chang Xia's WeChat, which was a photo.

A photo of Feng Ying and Jian Qian walking towards the elevator.

The two of them also got on the elevator, and Zhuo Jian immediately turned off the phone subconsciously.

Fu Yanye smiled lightly, "I didn't lie to you, did I?"

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, this girl looked so scared to death during the day, why did she go home with Feng Ying so soon?

"Don't forget what you just promised me."

Fu Yanye stared at her and reminded.

"What did I promise you?"

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes.

"Why am I useless at all?"

Zhuo Jian continued to ask him.

Fu Yanye smiled happily, "Playing with amnesia, you can't beat me with this joke."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's head suddenly grew dizzy, this man is real.

Fu Yanye wanted to hug her waist, but thinking of the injury on her waist, he immediately moved up and hugged her shoulders, "I really hope they are well."

"why?"

Zhuo Jian asked him curiously.

"If Jian Qian is taken care of, you will be able to look after me more."

Fu Yanye looked at her, suddenly serious enough to make people feel distressed.

Zhuo Jian felt a little uncomfortable, in fact, it wasn't that she didn't care about him, she just didn't dare to show it.

Fu Yanye hugged her, "You smell so good."

As soon as he got close, he was full of joy to smell the fragrance of her hair.

Zhuo Jian wanted to hide, but soon he put his hand on her ear and kissed her lightly on the face.

There is no excessive ambiguity, but it makes people quietly elated.

Not long after the two returned home, Fu Yanye received a call from Feng Ying, who asked him, "Would you like to have dinner together?"

"The world of two is very good."

Fu Yanye said calmly, and glanced at the woman who was already washing vegetables in the kitchen.

"Boss Fu and Mrs. Fu have been married for so many years, and they still enjoy the world of two so much?"

"I'm not just talking about our husband and wife, hang up."

Naturally, the two-person world of their husband and wife is more important, but when he mentioned a few words, Feng Ying also understood that Fu Yanye had seen it.

Fu Yanye quickly entered the kitchen, "I'll do it."

"Oh, it doesn't matter if I come, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"I come."

Fu Yanye hugged her shoulders and moved her to the side, and began to do it himself.

Seeing him like this, Zhuo Jian was moved and moved.

She couldn't help but want to hug him, told herself, just hug him.

Fu Yanye suddenly stopped picking vegetables with his head down.

The last time she hugged him like this seemed to be many years ago.

Zhuo Jian's face was pressed against his back, she didn't say a word, but it seemed that it was not easy to let go once she hugged him.

She was a little nostalgic, nostalgic to the point of sore nose, nostalgia to the point of tears.

How old are they?

Can they really go back to that time?

-

After Feng Ying hung up the phone, he went into the kitchen and saw a woman cooking. He thought that this woman could go up to the living room and go to the kitchen.

Jian Qian looked at him, "I didn't expect that buying coffee became a meal, and the value of the exchange is not equal."

"I'll buy you coffee another day."

Feng Ying told her in a good mood.

Jian Qian didn't care much and continued cooking until she heard him say...

"Boss Fu knows you're in my car."

"How did he know?"

Jian Qian thought, she bent over and hid.

The two cars are far apart, so logically, they should not be seen.

"That's Fu Yanye, and it's in Shengyuan, how can we hide it?"

"That's fine."

"He shouldn't hide his wife?"

"..."

Jian Qian stopped stirring the vegetables, and then hurriedly started stirring again when she saw the smoke coming out.

Feng Ying was still leaning there. He was not good at cooking, nor did he like cooking, but it was the first time he enjoyed a woman preparing dinner for him.

Simple stir-fry and soup, two bowls of rice.

It's too simple, but it has a different feeling.

That feeling, is it home?

It had been a long time since his mother had passed away.

"I have to go back to Fengcheng in two days."

He spoke suddenly.

Before Jian Qian had a mouthful of rice, she heard his words and looked up at him, waiting for the next sentence.

"Now that everything has been brought to the forefront, it's time for me to seize power."

He said.

"Why do you want to seize power?"

Maybe it was the inexplicable concern in her heart these two days that made her ask a lot.

Feng Ying was not angry, on the contrary, he was very patient, "Since the old man asked me to go back to Feng's house, he is giving me a chance. Of course, giving me a chance is not just letting me occupy a position."

"So, it was actually your father's instruction?"

"You could say the same."

Feng Ying thought for a while and responded patiently.

Jian Qian felt that his father was really old and cunning. He let so many children compete for the position of the chief of the Feng Group. In this competition, these children did not hesitate to kill.

"Haven't you thought about living a simpler life? For example, like me, just go to work."

Jian Qian asked him.

"It's not that I haven't thought about it, but as a member of the Feng family, even if I want to live a simple life, I have to go through this test."

Feng Ying explained to her.

Jian Qian has been bleaching outside since she was a child, and she can understand his words as soon as she hears them.

However, I still feel that such a life on the tip of a knife is too dangerous.

She still remembered that night, it was too dangerous.

"Just now, was that an invitation?"

"what?"

"If it is, I intend to say yes."

"..."

Jian Qian lowered her head and stuffed a mouthful of rice into her mouth, carefully recalling what she just said and the promise he said.

In fact, she just thought that this person is safe and well.

She smiled, shook her head, and said, "Let's eat."

Feng Ying picked up the chopsticks, but suddenly he had a lot of ideas about these simple meals.

She is not that kind of rough girl, and it is not too much to say that she is as careful as a hair.

Although she doesn't remember the short time they met and got along, she is still extremely sensitive.

Feng Ying didn't want her to be known by the Feng family, and naturally he didn't want to let her know all about the bloody and dark things of the Feng family.

It's good for her to live the life she wants so simply.

Feng Ying poured her a glass of wine, held his own glass and called her, "Qianqian."

"Ok?"

Jian Qian raised her head curiously, and when she saw him raise his glass, she raised it too.

The two briefly touched each other, then sipped lightly.

Soon, Jian Qian's cell phone rang, and she picked it up to take a look.

Sister: "It's really at Feng Ying's place?"

Jian Qian: "Yes."

Zhuo Jian had already gone to bed, and felt a headache when she saw the word um.

How to do?

Boss Fu really won the bet.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, "You send it again."

Jian Qian: "What?"

"Say you are at your own home, and attach a picture of your home."

"..."

After taking a shower, Fu Yanye walked over in the same style of pajamas as her, saw her sneaking, smiled, knelt on one knee on the bed, and tore the quilt away vigorously, "Why don't you lie down quickly?"