I don't deserve your love

In the huge box, there was a sudden silence.

The two looked at each other, and some words were on the verge of their mouths, but they swallowed them back in the end.

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When Jian Qian woke up the next day, she was in the ultra-luxury room of the hotel, but Feng Ying was no longer there.

Jian Qian thought about what they said at the end, and when we meet again in the future, we will be strangers.

Last night was a farewell.

Jian Qian's hand was gently placed on her lower abdomen, and all the things that happened between the two people from the first meeting to the present appeared in her mind. She never thought that she would almost die for a man.

That night when Jian Qian and Liu Yuntian went home together, Feng Ying smashed his car downstairs in Jian Qian's apartment.

A week later, Jian Qian disappeared from City A.

Zhuo Jian's birthday is still two days away, but she has already started receiving birthday gifts.

That day after she went to work, she saw a box sent from abroad in the office. She opened it with a knife specially designed for express delivery. Inside was a photo, a photo that was enough to shock her.

Li Yuqing went to talk to her about something, but there was no answer when she knocked on the door, but when she heard that she had arrived at the office, she opened the door of her office by herself, and then saw her standing in front of the desk in a daze, raising her hand, but there was nothing in her hand. thing.

On the ground, there is a different color from the floor, or is it a card?

He walked over and bent over.

"do not move."

Zhuo Jian spoke before he picked it up.

The photo was reversed, he didn't see the front, but when he looked up and saw her bloodless face, he quickly picked it up.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look any more, she wanted to sit down, but the hand holding her son slipped, and she sat on the ground.

"Be careful."

Li Yuqing took one of her arms and helped her into the chair.

Zhuo Jian didn't have the energy to speak, she was in shock for a long time and couldn't escape.

"Where did it come from?"

Li Yuqing asked, and went to look at the express box.

Soon he called to ask about the phone number on the box, and he spoke fluent English. After listening to it, he hung up the phone and said to Zhuo Jian: "The person on the phone said that someone gave her two hundred dollars to help express the package. Here's a photo for you."

It was not the first time for Zhuo Jian to receive this kind of photos, and she naturally knew that some people could always get people to pass the photos to her.

She almost forgot.

No, I forgot.

The way her father looked when he died.

However, this photo is exactly at that time.

Such photos, even if sent from abroad, are definitely sent from China.

I don't know how many times it was reincarnated before it was her turn.

Li Yuqing looked at the side, and there were only four words "Happy Birthday" written on it.

Then he went to see Zhuo Jian again: "Your birthday is coming soon."

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian reluctantly agreed.

Li Yuqing reminded her to tell Fu Yanye quickly, but she really forgot.

That night, Fu Yanye had an irresistible engagement, so she was thinking to herself.

It was already midnight when he went back, and Zhuo Jian didn't know how she fell asleep.

"Baby, Dad is gone, and Dad is reluctant to part with you."

"Dad, Dad, don't."

She had a nightmare. In the dream, she stood upstairs and saw her father standing on the balcony. Her father told her that she was reluctant to part with her.

She didn't want her father to leave, she wanted to stop him, but he had no desire to survive at all, so he fell back in such despair.

His photo is the appearance of him when he fell to the ground, his body was covered in blood, and he was lying in a pool of blood.

She sat up in shock, and looked at the environment she was familiar with, only to realize that she was dreaming. When she breathed a sigh of relief, there was a familiar voice beside her, "Nightmare?"

She leaned into his arms slowly, "I dreamed about my father."

Fu Yanye naturally knew which father she was talking about, and hugged her tightly: "Let's go see him together later, shall we?"

She shook her head in his arms, and then burrowed into his chest. For some reason, her heart was not at ease.

Fu Yanye didn't know why she suddenly thought of her father, but didn't ask much.

Asking about such things as nightmares will only make the person suffer again.

He just hugged her and accompanied her quietly.

Zhuo Jian stayed in his arms for a long time, and the scene of her father jumping off the building was always lingering in front of her eyes, and then she moved back and forth in his arms.

Fu Yanye looked down at her, touched her forehead, and sure enough, she had a fever.

After breakfast, she took the medicine and woke up in bed all morning, and it was a nightmare when she closed her eyes.

When Fu Yanye came home at noon, she opened her eyes and saw him, and immediately went into his arms: "Fu Yanye."

"I'm here."

He kissed her hair comfortingly, and said softly, "Still having nightmares?"

She couldn't speak, but silence was the default at this time.

Fu Yanye asked Wang Rui if anyone looked for her yesterday, and Wang Rui said there was no one in particular.

When she fell asleep again, he called Li Yuqing.

On the TV station, Li Yuqing was the most familiar with her, talking about everything.

Li Yuqing asked: "Didn't she tell you?"

"what?"

Fu Yanye stood at the door and frowned while watching the woman huddled inside.

"She received a photo yesterday of her father on the ground after jumping off the building."

That is, death.

Fu Yanye's pupils immediately became indifferent. It turned out that when he was socializing last night, she was thinking wildly.

So the fever this morning was not without symptoms.

But she didn't say a word to him.

He went back to the bed and pulled her into his arms: "Ah Jian."

Zhuo Jian opened her eyes in a daze, unable to see clearly: "Huh?"

Even his voice was hoarse.

"Don't sleep anymore."

He whispered.

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to look at him again, Fu Yanye said, "Take you outside for a walk."

"No strength."

She muttered.

"There is me."

Fu Yanye dressed her, picked her up from the bed, and carried her out.

They got into the car, and under the curious eyes of the old man and the old lady, the car left the house.

Fu Yanye planted a field of roses on the mountain, and it was in full bloom at this time.

He had tables and seats set up there in advance, as well as umbrellas.

After going up the mountain, I took her out and put her in the seat. There are flowers on the mountain, and the sea below the mountain.

Fu Yanye moved the opposite chair to her side, sat next to her, held her hand, and looked at her: "Tell me about the dinner party last night?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian was actually a little feverish, but after seeing him do so much, he tried to listen attentively.

"The couple had a fight at the dinner, because Mr. Wang's secretary had the same necklace as his wife, so it was misunderstood that it was given by Mr. Wang. No matter how Mr. Wang explained, Mrs. Wang didn't listen, and then they fought."

"Ah? Why don't you pull it?"

"We can only watch the fun of their husband and wife. Fortunately, no one is going to fight."

"how?"

"Ms. Wang scratched Mr. Wang's face, pushed him to the ground, and rode on him and said that he would have no sons and grandchildren. Mr. Wang said that they already had two sons. Mrs. Wang was so angry that she was about to die, and said to let him die." Cut off children and grandchildren with other women, guess what Mr. Wang said?."

"what?"

"Ten years ago, they had a ligation operation when they had their youngest son. It is impossible to reproduce."

"It seems that Mr. Wang is still a very dedicated person."

"Well, but Mrs. Wang forgot."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously, always feeling that there was something in his words.

But he was still holding her hand, looking at her so tenderly.

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of the reason, and put away the smile on her face, "You came home too late last night, and I fell asleep."