I don't deserve your love

"Oh! Why is it raining suddenly? You young couple should stay overnight tonight!"

Before she could recover, the old lady's unexpected decision sounded in her ears.

Zhuo Jian's heart was ashamed, but she came back to life soon, and said pitifully, "Grandma, I suddenly remembered that I have a manuscript to write, and I have to go back to work overtime."

"Your director still dares to ask you to work overtime?"

The young master who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke.

The elders suddenly felt that there was something they didn't know, and looked at the two of them curiously.

Then I heard Fu Yanye say, "Give me his number."

Zhuo Jian saw that he had already pulled out his mobile phone, and wanted to call their director Xingshi to ask for his crime?

"The writing of the manuscript is not under the control of the director, it is my private job."

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to explain it to him, for fear that he would scare the old man out of his mind again.

The director's wife almost knelt down for her that day, she was so scared that her heart would jump out.

Fu Yanye looked at her carefully after hearing this: "Are you still doing private work?"

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, why don't you want to pay back your money as soon as possible.

"Baby, why do you still have to do private work? Doing live broadcasts every day is hard enough."

The old lady looked at her with pity and appreciation and said.

"Before I returned to China, I wrote a manuscript for a magazine. In addition, the work tasks of the TV station were not too heavy, so I continued to write."

Zhuo Jian said.

"It turned out to be like this. It's good to do more things to enrich yourself, but don't be too tired."

Wang Yue told her.

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian nodded, but she couldn't help but look out.

"Don't write tonight. It's rare to come back to accompany me, and it's raining again. If you go back like this, it can only show that our family's relationship is not good."

Said the old lady.

"..."

Zhuo Jian was defeated again.

After dinner, the family drank tea and watched Korean dramas in the living room. Fu Yanye was also in it all the time, but he kept looking at his mobile phone and didn't join the conversation.

The atmosphere was good all the time, until Wang Yue suddenly asked: "It's strange, why do you keep using your left hand today? Are you not tired?"

Fu Yanye subconsciously raised his eyes to meet her.

At the same time, Zhuo Jian felt another thump in his heart, as if the vase had fallen to the ground, and then subconsciously looked at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye glanced at her, and then said lightly: "I'm not tired!" and continued to look at the phone.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help thinking, is he going to tell the elders that his arm is broken?

She could understand how he didn't want to tell the elders, but she felt that he couldn't hide it.

The old man and the old lady withdrew after watching the show, and Fu Zhengzhi dragged his wife to sleep, and there were only two people left on the sofa.

In fact, Zhuo Jian wanted to follow the old lady subconsciously, but she couldn't find the space to talk.

The old couple looked very affectionate, so she couldn't be bothered.

As for Wang Yue, she hugged her husband even more, as intimately as a newly married couple.

Zhuo Jian hugged the pillow unconsciously, then stared directly at the screen.

The two seem to be as far apart as mountains and seas, without disturbing each other.

The huge living room suddenly fell silent, only the rebroadcast of the news on the TV continued.

Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that this was her news today, and looking at the logo of that station, it was really theirs.

Do the elders only watch this one station?

Once Zhuo Jian had such an idea, she felt a rush of heat in her heart.

Better not!

Fu Yanye looked at her phone and suddenly asked her, "Which room do you sleep in?"

"what?"

"They sued me, do I still expect you to sleep in the same bed with me?"

"..."

Why does he have to look so mean in everything he says?

Zhuo Jian's heart was almost paralyzed by his tone.

Zhuo Jian came to the conclusion that he enjoyed humiliating her a lot!

"I'm whatever."

Zhuo Jian said lightly.

Fu Yanye nodded and got up and walked up.

Zhuo Jian looked out the window, the rain was still going on.

And at this point, the drivers probably also stopped. If you take a taxi, people in this place are not willing to come.

She leaned on the sofa, and silently watched the woman who was broadcasting the news on TV.

They have to be steady and dignified when they do news, so Yang Yi and Li Yuqing reminded her as soon as she entered the studio, and asked her to dress up before entering the studio, so she acted very maturely every time.

But at this moment, she looked at the woman on the screen alone, but felt a little unreal.

Is that woman who is broadcasting the news really Zhuo Jian?

And when she looked at her appearance at this time, she was casual and monotonous, which really didn't match that person.

Probably because of this, so off-screen, everyone will not recognize her.

Seeing that there was no one else in the living room, she lay down slightly on one side, hugging the pillow.

The sound was kept to a minimum, and she quietly watched the rebroadcast of the noon news.

Accompanied by the sound of rain, he soon fell asleep.

At the corner upstairs, the man came out of the shower, stood tall in a dark nightgown, and looked down condescendingly.

Indifferent, there is no warmth in his eyes.

But the long leg moved away first, and his actions betrayed his apparent indifference.

He took the blanket and covered her, staring at her face after glancing at the TV screen.

Did he owe her in his previous life?

I owe a lot!

Otherwise, how could he be tortured by her in this life?Can't hit her yet!

But it was the person who held it in his hand for fear of being frightened, yet someone dared to touch her.

Isn't that courting death?

Lin Jiaoyang deserved to suffer this.

Fu Yanye couldn't help leaning forward, looking at her gentle eyelashes, the tip of her nose, and her kissable little mouth.

He still couldn't help but wanted to kiss her as soon as he got close.

Her lips are still as delicious as ever.

How could he be satisfied with just a kiss?

Even in my heart, I felt extremely aggrieved.

He wished he could swallow her up, but he had no choice but to kiss her secretly.

Fu Yanye couldn't help but leaned forward to kiss him a second time, but Zhuo Jian turned around, as if he was tired from such a posture, but...

Fu Yanye flew into the air, couldn't help pressing the tip of his tongue against the back of the tooth socket, and then when he looked at her thin back, his eyes were a little sharp.

Soon, there were more people on the sofa.

Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzhi came out to look quietly, and saw two people lying on the sofa, and their postures were very ambiguous.

Wang Yue said in a low voice: "Look at your son's promise, while making a bad face, and quietly sleeping with him."

"I don't know who it is with?"

Fu Zhengzhi glanced at his wife and said.

Wang Yue glared at him, then dragged him back to the room.

On the sofa, Fu Yanye's hand rested lightly on her slender waist, and the tip of his nose lightly rubbed against the top of her head. It didn't smell bad even without washing it.

Later, the lights in the living room were turned off, as was the TV, and Fu Yanye got under the blanket.

The heating is adequate, but still a bit cold.

In the darkness, Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled slightly.