I don't deserve your love

When she woke up again, she was already lying on the sofa alone.

Zhuo Jian got up, saw that someone was cleaning the surroundings, rubbed her hair, and said hello when the servant came over: "Morning!"

"Morning young lady, the young master just went upstairs."

"Ah? Oh!"

Zhuo Jian remembered that she was sleeping in his arms last night, so she nodded, still calm.

But the aunt said: "The young master said that the young lady didn't take a shower last night, so she should take a shower first."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at the servant stupidly, and after a long time, she realized that she blushed suddenly.

But at noon, I still have to be on camera, so I have to wash it off.

Zhuo Jian thought so, then looked at the blankets in her arms, folded them, and carried them upstairs.

The door of the bathroom was gently pushed open by her. Hearing the sound of running water inside, she slowly raised her eyes, and then...

The scene when he just returned to China reappeared before his eyes, but this time, he had nothing on him, a wheat-colored, vigorous body standing in the water.

At that moment, Zhuo Jian suddenly felt something surging in her body, and the next moment she quickly closed the door, turned around, and then her long eyelashes trembled non-stop.

what's the situation?

He is washing?

Fu Yanye came out quickly, wiped her hair and said to her, "Wait 2 minutes."

Zhuo Jian stood there without daring to move, her heart beat faster and her brain shut down.

He opened the door, with a towel around his waist, drying his hair.

Zhuo Jian heard the sound of him blowing his hair, looked in subconsciously, and then had a conditioned reflex, completely conditioned reflex: "I'll help you."

Fu Yanye looked at her from the foggy mirror in front, "Are you sure?"

"Isn't it just blowing your hair, you should be shorter."

Zhuo Jian hesitated for a moment, but still took the hair dryer.

Fu Yanye can't be shorter, but he can make her taller.

With just one hand, she can be carried to the sink: "That's it!"

Zhuo Jian was stunned while holding the hair dryer.

he……

He hugged her again?

The scent of mint body wash on his body after taking a bath made her a little crazy, and her eyes suddenly didn't know where to look.

"Hurry up, I'm tired."

He lowered his head and said.

Only then did Zhuo Jian raise her eyes, skipping his face and looking at the top of his head.

Fu Yanye took a step back, supported her sides with both hands, and lowered her head so that she could reach the arc.

Hearing her heart throbbing again, Zhuo Jian gently brushed his hair to dry him, and couldn't help but ask herself in her heart: "Zhuo Jian, what are you doing?"

So she turned off the hair dryer after blowing her hair almost, and then lowered her eyes to look elsewhere: "Okay!"

Fu Yanye stroked her hair, and it was almost done, and looked up at her: "Shall I thank you?"

"Ah? No need!"

Zhuo Jian unconsciously looked at him, then shook her head.

"Thank you, I don't like to owe people favors."

Fu Yanye said, very serious.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, waiting dully.

Suddenly, I felt my chin was pinched, and then my lips were firmly held by him.

She held the hair dryer unconsciously, not daring to catch her breath. Feeling his kiss foolishly, she was slowly tossing and sucking her.

His lips are cold, hers are a little hot.

The lips of the two were entangled, and she accidentally used her throat, and opened her mouth when she was about to be unable to breathe.

The tip of Fu Yanye's tongue just entered her mouth.

At that moment, it was as if the sky fell apart.

She was dizzy and wanted to fall down.

But Fu Yanye's left hand hugged her back.

Zhuo Jian snorted in pain, but immediately regained his senses, and raised his hand to push his chest.

There was no thread on his chest, it was cold and still moving.

Zhuo Jian immediately withdrew her hands, then hid back, turned her face away, and lowered her eyes.

Fu Yanye still wanted to kiss, but couldn't.

So the black eyes were so straight, dissatisfied, and even looked at her with some condemnation.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look up, only heard him say: "Is my sincerity enough?"

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Who wants such sincerity?

Zhuo Jian was a little annoyed, but she didn't dare to refute, she just thought secretly that she would never sympathize with him in the future.

It may be painful for ordinary people to lose a hand, but Fu Yanye is not an ordinary person.

It's a beast with a human face!

He definitely doesn't know pain, and he doesn't know sadness.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes.

"I'm going out first, you wash well before going out."

Fu Yanye frowned and warned her, then straightened up.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look around, because she could see the mermaid line on his belly with just a little movement.

Fu Yanye deliberately moved closer to her again: "Did you hear that?"

"Listen, I heard!"

Zhuo Jian was so nervous that she was about to suffocate.

Seeing that she was terrified, Fu Yanye left contentedly.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help raising her eyes to look at him, but she only saw his hairy legs under his narrow waist.

After he left the bedroom, she completely relaxed and patted her head: "Zhuo Jian, never be stupid again."

Keep a safe distance.

Whenever and wherever!

She took a shower, and there were new clothes that Wang Yue had prepared for her in the closet, but they were nothing more than long skirts.

Zhuo Jian picked out a purple one and put it on, it felt soft to the touch, the fabric was very comfortable and warm enough.

It was just a round neck, so she put on a white shirt under it, just in time to wear it when entering the studio.

After Zhuo Jian changed her clothes and went downstairs, the Fu family basically got up.

Fu Yanye was drinking coffee at the window, watching Fu Zhengzhi play chess with the old man by the way, Wang Yue just came out of the kitchen, looked up at the glamorous little girl who came down, and couldn't help but praise: "Look, where did this little star come from? It's so beautiful!"

Fu Yanye had already changed his trousers and shirt. Hearing the sound, he stopped drinking coffee and raised his eyes.

Her waist was already slender, and wearing such dark clothes made her look even more slender and grippable.

A small face, not very round, but it is not an oval face, but eyes, round and round, which are particularly eye-catching.

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes silently, and continued to watch the chess game, but his heart couldn't help but continue to flutter.

"Mom, good morning!"

Zhuo Jian said hello and walked to Wang Yue, Wang Yue stretched out his hand to hold her hand: "Mother's vision is not bad, right?"

"Yeah! Very good!"

Zhuo Jian nodded in satisfaction and happiness.

"I also prepared a few suits for you, and they will be delivered right away, so that you don't have to go back and change them. It's tiring to run around."

Wang Yue said.

Zhuo Jian's heart was warm, and she couldn't help putting her arms around her shoulders coquettishly: "Don't be so thoughtful anymore, I'm going to be spoiled by you."

"It's just such a precious daughter-in-law, who should I spoil if I don't?"

As Wang Yue said, he just walked into the living room with Zhuo Jian, and gave Fu Yanye a glare.

Fu Yanye felt that he was talking about him, but he didn't look up.