I don't deserve your love

"Must not tell me why."

He said again.

"..."

Jian Qian wanted to throw him out, but she had to keep telling herself to be calm, to be calm.

The little one in the stomach can toss even more than him.

If the toss is gone, who can she find?

"Hold it yourself."

He reminded her in a low voice.

Jian Qian stiffly held the place where he held it for a while, it was still a little warm there.

Her face didn't hurt as much anymore, and the ice still worked.

She looked at him, watched him do well beside her, then went to get the wine herself and poured it for herself.

He sat there bent over, thoughtful, until a large glass of wine was poured into his stomach, then he leaned back again, then turned his head to look at her, only smiled lightly, and said nothing.

Jian Qian thought he was strange, but she didn't want to ask any more questions.

This person, or in the future, is destined to have nothing to do with me.

It's just that this child has something to do with him.

If there is no accident, their mother and son will not meet him.

"Don't put too much pressure on Zhuo Jian's affairs. Back then, Fu Yanye offended many people for a woman. This matter should have something to do with Fu Yanye. Even if it didn't happen to her that day, it would be another day, one day .”

He spoke lightly.

But Jian Qian couldn't help but blame herself, because Zhuo Jian was on that day, the day she almost had a miscarriage.

It's all her fault.

Blame her for worrying Zhuo Jian...

When she first came to City A, she just wanted to find a backer. She never expected that one day her relationship with Zhuo Jian would be so good that they were like real sisters.

Zhuo Jian probably forgot that she was not related by blood.

They hadn't even met, before that.

but……

Jian Qian looked at him again, and couldn't help whispering: "The newspaper said you were dead."

"So you thought I was dead too?"

Feng Ying looked at her in a blink of an eye.

Jian Qian's silence means yes.

Feng Ying sighed, and then looked for cigarettes in his pocket, but before smoking, he thought that she was pregnant, threw the cigarette on the table, and then leaned back on the sofa, "Jian Qian, I almost died."

Jian Qian was terrified.

He laughed again and said, "But God won't accept me."

"What do you mean?"

Jian Qian asked him suspiciously.

Feng Ying smiled and said softly, "Come here."

He did it himself, unbuttoning his shirt.

Jian Qian felt that he was not trying to do something bad, so she couldn't help but looked towards his heart, but she didn't move.

So Feng Ying lazily opened his shirt, and then leaned over to her.

Jian Qian: "..."

"Did you see clearly?"

"..."

Jian Qian's breathing was trembling.

Feng Ying looked at her terrified appearance, loosened the fabric of the shirt again, and lazily tied it up again.

He just sat back slowly, sitting there so tired again.

Jian Qian was already in tears.

She didn't know what happened to him, she saw him hugging left and right that day, and his brother said that he had seven daughters working together as a husband, but now he let her see his deep and long wound.

Her tears couldn't stop no matter what, and she didn't dare to cry out loud, because she always felt that this was not good.

After all, he is alive and well now.

He turned his eyes and looked at her. Seeing that she was crying so pitifully, he couldn't help it anymore, and said in a hoarse voice, "Come here."

Jian Qian didn't move, stubbornly, looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"I'm already like this, do you want me to go there again?"

Feng Ying asked her.

Jian Qian couldn't help crying, and then sat down slowly.

Feng Ying glanced at her and raised his hand to wipe her tears, "It's never too late to cry after you die."

"..."

She cried twice more, and when she couldn't help it, she covered her mouth with her hands.

"You're so stupid. Those who don't know think I'm your man. Will you cry like this when Liu Yuntian dies?"

"..."

He was still wiping her tears, but what he said was enough to irritate her, making her want to push him away directly.

But she pushed his hand, but he put it back, holding her face: "So easy to get angry?"

"you go."

She called him in a hoarse voice.

"I'm leaving, but I'm not coming back."

Feng Ying reminded her.

Jian Qian looked at him, but didn't dare to let him go, so she could only bite her lip hard.

She doesn't know why, she can't help herself, she just...

Just in love with this jerk.

She doesn't even know him yet.

"Let me hug you? It's been a long time since I hugged you."

He said it softly, and it was not indecent, on the contrary, something like longing was quietly flowing.

Jian Qian lowered her head, not daring to take the initiative to go into his arms.

Feng Ying was generous, hugged her into his arms, and said softly, "Go back when you're done, this place isn't suitable for you, huh?"

Jian Qian still didn't speak, just kept sobbing.

Feng Ying looked down at her again, thinking that she could be stupid.

A woman that others thought was so cold, but now she was crying into tears in his arms.

Jian Qian's cell phone rang, and she left his arms to get it, wiping away tears.

When she saw it was Liu Yuntian, she sniffed and controlled her emotions before picking up: "Hello?"

"That woman is looking for you again?"

"It's my fault that you don't quarrel with her."

"What's wrong with you? It's all my fault."

That's what Liu Yuntian said on the phone.

Jian Qian wiped her tears again, "Anyway, don't quarrel with her, it's because we didn't handle this relationship well that made her so scared, Yun Tian, ​​she just loves you too much."

Jian Qian couldn't help but say these words because she really hoped that the husband and wife are well.

Moreover, if a woman doesn't love the other too much, how can she be willing to embarrass another woman?

Feng Ying sat there and listened, feeling sad.

Does she still have time to care about others?

Feng Ying sighed and got up slowly.

Jian Qian thought of the knife wound on his heart, and immediately said to Liu Yuntian: "I'm a little tired and I'll die first, as long as you ask the doctor to come over tomorrow, don't come by yourself, bye."

She hung up the phone and stood up holding her waist: "Where are you going?"

"There are some things I don't like to hear, so let's go."

Feng Ying said coldly.

Jian Qian stood there, not daring to keep him, so she could only lower her head and continue to cry.

Feng Ying turned around and glanced, "Stupid woman, why don't you hurry up and help?"

Jian Qian looked at him suspiciously.

"I can't touch water on my heart, but if I don't take a bath, it will stink, understand?"

"..."

Meaning, ask her to take a bath?

No, it's just a body rub, just a body rub.

but……

Jian Qian suddenly gave him a reluctant look.

"Otherwise I really have to find someone else."

He said.

"Then you go."

Jian Qian was angry, and walked towards the bedroom with her back supported.

Feng Ying couldn't help but smile after hearing this, and thought to himself, he was quite angry.

However, he likes a woman with a temper.

He quickly followed in. She sat on the edge of the bed and wiped away her tears, but she couldn't wipe them clean. He sighed helplessly and knocked on the door lightly: "Miss Jane, can I come in?"

Jian Qian lowered her eyebrows and said nothing.

"Then I'm in."

Feng Ying deliberately pretended to be flirtatious, as if he was going to tease her in the next second.

But when he really stood in front of her, he just raised his hand and pinched her chin, "Please don't cry anymore, okay?"