I don't deserve your love

"No, there are naturally many women who want to climb on him. He has the power, power, and length to be a monster, but he belongs to you alone."

Zhong Mai explained, and found that Zhuo Jian was not looking at her, she subconsciously turned her head to look, and then coughed after being choked.

Fu Yanye walked over and stood between her and Zhuo Jian: "I really want to thank Mr. Mai for his kind explanation for me. If Mr. Mai can say a few words less, I will be more grateful."

"Hehe, let's just chat casually."

Zhong Mai said with a dry smile.

Fu Yanye didn't realize that she was chatting casually, and then looked at Zhuo Jian: "They got all the words out?"

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Remember, these two people are very insidious. They have hurt you a lot in the past, so don't associate with them."

Fu Yanye held her shoulders and explained to her in a very serious and 'low-key' way.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Boss Fu, you're wrong to say that, right? We all have life-threatening friendships."

"Do you remember your life-threatening friendship? I'm so grateful."

Fu Yanye went to hold Zhuo Jian's hand while talking, "Let's go, go home."

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to leave with him, but she couldn't help asking while walking: "Have they ever harmed your wife?"

Fu Yanye was not in a hurry to explain, but turned around suddenly and picked her up from the ground.

Zhuo Jian reflexively hugged his shoulders, looking at him with a tense expression.

"People's hearts are very complicated, it seems that I have to teach you again."

Fu Yanye looked down at her, and then led her out of the stars.

Zhuo Jian didn't know how complicated people's hearts are, they are nothing more than good and evil.

She just looked at the person holding him, he was physically strong.

Every time I hug her up casually, is she so light?

"Mr. Fu?"

"..."

Fu Yanye frowned.

"Aren't you tired?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

Fu Yanye sighed, did not speak, carried her out, the driver opened the car door, he carried her into the co-pilot, then looked down at her and said: "Mrs. Fu, don't call your husband Mr. Fu again. .”

"What's that called?"

"Fu Yanye."

"..."

To Zhuo Jian's surprise, it wasn't her husband or darling, but Fu Yanye.

Oh!

She suddenly became clearer, and then she put on her seat belt silently, without looking at him, and said softly, "Let's go home."

She was tired and wanted to lie down.

When Fu Yanye heard the voice, let's go home, he felt as if he had been attacked by honey. He happily leaned over and kissed her on the face, closed the door for her and went to the driver's side.

Zhuo Jian was still slow, and with a snap, the seat belt was fastened, and her warm little hand touched the cheek kissed by him.

When Fu Yanye got in the car and saw her wiping her face, he wanted to be angry, but seeing how red her face was, he felt relieved and drove her away.

That night they went back to Fu's old house, everyone had already gone to bed, Fu Yanye asked Uncle Chen to help make some supper, and the two enjoyed it in the small restaurant on the second floor.

Fu Yanye poured a glass of red wine and asked her, "Do you want some?"

Zhuo Jian looked at the cup in front of her and picked it up.

The cups are all here, how can there be no reason not to drink?

Fu Yanye poured her wine and asked, "What did they tell you?"

"I didn't say anything, just, homely."

Zhuo Jian thought about their topic, but let it go, it seems that it is not suitable for men to talk about.

"Did they introduce themselves? The one who likes to smoke is Yan Zheng's wife Zhong Mai, the boss of a listed company, and the other is Su Bai's wife Zhang Mingmei. This person really has a close relationship with you."

"Oh?"

"Do you want to hear about the past?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian nodded, and Fu Yanye told her about those things in the past, bit by bit.

Zhuo Jian listened, only feeling very nervous and thrilling.

She had no idea their world could be so complicated.

In foreign countries, that person told her that she was only injured by him, but he would protect her in the future and never let her get hurt again.

Until Fu Yanye appeared, she was indeed not injured again.

During those few months, she lived peacefully and comfortably.

Fu Yanye poured another glass of wine for the two of them. Seeing that her face was flushed, she said, "Don't drink any more after you finish this glass."

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian also felt that she couldn't drink enough, she just listened to him talking, took a sip when she watched him drink, and then, it seemed like she drank too much?

She didn't drink so much in Fanxing just now.

Soon after, she started to feel sleepy. After returning to the bedroom, Fu Yanye went to take a shower first, and went out to look for her when she was not there. Seeing that she was quietly opening her daughter's room, she couldn't help but tap the wall lightly.

Zhuo Jian heard the voice, turned her head, and then stood nervously by the wall, not daring to speak.

Fu Yanye walked over, "What do you want?"

"I seem to have heard that little girl called Mommy just now."

"Tiantian sleeps very soundly, and has an aunt to help take care of her."

Fu Yanye stepped forward, then stood face to face with her with his arms folded, and asked her in a low voice with a smile: "Go back by yourself or should I help?"

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He was wearing a silk nightgown, his legs were bare, and he didn't look suitable for hugging her.

She lowered her head again and walked back obediently.

Fu Yanye followed slowly behind.

His legs are long, and her two steps are no more than his one step.

But he doesn't mind walking slowly.

As for her not wanting to sleep with him, actually...

But they are husband and wife, they should sleep together.

They are both in their 30s now, how long can they sleep together?

Fu Yanye didn't want to waste any more time on separation.

It doesn't matter whether she has a relationship with Reese or not, and it doesn't matter whether she has cleanliness or not.

In short, death must be tied together.

After Zhuo Jian went to take a shower, she found the hair dryer and was about to dry her hair when Fu Yanye suddenly appeared in the bathroom, "I'll do it."

Zhuo Jian hadn't seen him clearly yet, but he was already standing behind her, holding the hair dryer she had just found in his hand.

She lowered her head and let him play with her hair.

Occasionally, her mind throbbed, and she wanted to remember something, but she couldn't think of anything.

Then there was dizziness.

Well, she was lifted up and sat on the sink.

Fu Yanye quickly opened her knees, stood in front of her, and then blew her hair in front.

Zhuo Jian's face became even redder, and she tried her best to bring her knees together, but he stood there like an immovable mountain.

After drying her hair, he even combed it for her.

Zhuo Jian was already a little shaken, and the alcohol had taken effect.

Fu Yanye didn't seem to notice, and helped her comb her hair.

After that, she was picked up again, no longer horizontally.

Her legs didn't have the strength to clamp on his waist anymore, and he put her legs on it by himself.

She was drowsy and was about to fall asleep, but Fu Yanye easily hugged her to the side of the bed, and then gently put her on it.

He knelt on one knee on the edge of the bed, looking at her drunken appearance, he only felt that she was damn delicious and alluring at this moment.