I don't deserve your love

"Fu Yanye, you are simply a devil!"

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian's heart missed half a beat, then she stood up and scolded him.

The imposing manner in Fu Yanye's eyes made her feel that no matter where she hit him, she would bounce back to herself. She began to linger in front of the table, and then angrily glared at him with her big clear eyes.

Fu Yanye was still sitting there as steady as Mount Tai, with a slender and beautiful body without any flaws.

Even his cold eyes at this moment can't help but admire, how could there be such beautiful eyes in the world.

"Sit down and finish the wontons."

Fu Yanye straightened his back again, and ordered in a low voice when he picked up the spoon.

Seeing that he was still so steady, Zhuo Jian said, "Eat whoever you love, I don't care about it."

"Zhuo Jian! Don't force me to be rough!"

Out of the corner of Fu Yanye's eye, he saw her figure about to leave from one side.

She went very decisively.

He hated her categorical determination on him the most.

After Zhuo Jian heard this, she turned her head and glared at him, shouting: "I'm afraid of you!"

But after she yelled, she still turned around and planned to leave.

She even went to the sofa to pick up her coat.

But her thin and small body was strangled by the man's strong arms in the next second, and she was thrown on the big bed in her bedroom in an instant.

"Are you afraid of me? Huh?"

Why did others dare not resist because of fear, but she resisted so much?

Zhuo Jian was hurt by his fall, and her breath was disordered, especially when he was pressing on her again. At that moment, all she could do was to dance and dance to resist, but very quickly, he put her knees against her, and then held her hands together. Pressed on top of his head with his left hand.

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt angry in her chest, but she didn't dare to touch him when her hand reached his right shoulder.

Why was he the one who lost consciousness in his arm, but she was the one who felt distressed?

She, the woman who wants to divorce him and has nothing to do with him?

When Zhuo Jian thought of this, her eyes suddenly turned red.

Seeing that she was silent, Fu Yanye lowered his head and wanted to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian reflexively turned her eyes away.

But he hasn't kissed her well recently, and he doesn't even feel like eating. She sleeps and dreams because of her gentle little mouth.

After she turned her face away, her outline was extraordinarily thin, gentle, and fragile under the light. Fu Yanye glanced at her, and immediately bit her.

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian suffered from pain, closed her eyes and hummed.

Fu Yanye searched for her chin and sucked her neck, making her breathing more and more difficult. When she finally couldn't help turning her head back, his lips and tongue easily launched aggression.

Fu Yanye let go of her hand, and couldn't help touching her small waist.

The touch through the fabric is the worst.

That shirt was both in the way and an eyesore.

Fu Yanye was furious at this moment, wishing he could eat her just like that.

Zhuo Jian's voice was hoarse and crying: "May I go eat wontons?"

If he had known about her, he would have obediently ate and discussed grandpa's birthday banquet with him.

Fu Yanye looked at her tears, sighed helplessly, lay down on one side, hugged her, and whispered against her shoulder: "Actually, I hope you will resist to the end now."

"I was wrong! I'm going to eat!"

"In this way, I can eat you first!"

Somehow, a shirt button was undone, exposing a small half of his shoulder, just big enough for him to bite.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to resist anymore, and when she followed him back to the dining table, she just ate wontons without raising her head.

Fu Yanye couldn't help but keep looking at her, and said to her, "Eat slowly!"

Zhuo Jian hurriedly slowed down, fearing that she would be bitten.

Fu Yanye was as elegant as ever, even when eating wontons.

After dinner, Zhuo Jian took the initiative to ask Ying to wash the dishes because Fu Yanye was inconvenient, and after washing, seeing Fu Yanye standing by the side, she also stood there as if punished: "Isn't it about grandpa's birthday banquet? "

"Well! Let's go to Xingguang for dinner tomorrow night, and confirm the menu with the head chef after get off work."

"it is good!"

Zhuo Jian lowered her head and agreed, and the little hands behind her back couldn't help but pester her.

"Sit down on the sofa and talk?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, then immediately lowered her eyes and walked towards the living room.

After Fu Yanye sat down, she saw that she was still standing with her hands behind her back, and finally there was a smile in her dull eyes: "Aren't you going to sit down?"

"I'll just stand there! Just tell me."

Zhuo Jian said.

"Shall I ask you to sit down?"

Fu Yanye asked again.

He seemed very good at negotiating this time, but Zhuo Jian sat beside him with his head down.

The sofa in her house is small, so she tried to keep as far away from him as possible.

Fu Yanye looked at her meaningfully, and couldn't help asking: "Do you eat on time every day?"

Zhuo Jian thought she was hallucinating, and turned to look at him: "Why do you ask that?"

She went to buy stomach medicine yesterday, and she couldn't take it.

"I'm afraid you will break your bones next time I throw you on the bed."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"The guest list for the birthday banquet has been prepared, now all we have to do is the hotel part, just don't make any mistakes."

Fu Yanye frankly moved to her side, and then reminded her.

Feeling him approaching, Zhuo Jian felt that the half of her body next to him was numb, so she hummed pretending to be calm, then raised her buttocks and sat on the armrest of the sofa.

Fu Yanye raised his eyes, and grabbed her long hair the next second.

"what!"

The armrest of the sofa was a little slippery, and when she leaned towards him, she landed directly on his lap.

Zhuo Jian quickly seemed to have fallen into a frying pan, and wanted to jump out immediately, but it was a pity that he could hold her tightly with one hand: "This part of the task seems simple, but it is actually very difficult to complete. Some guests have questions about some materials. It is allergic, so you need to remind them to write down all the ingredients when the time comes."

The man's hormonal breath was circling around her ears, Zhuo Jian grabbed one of his fingers and wanted to remove his hand from her body, but Fu Yanye hugged her tightly from behind her, and moved his chin ambiguously. On her shoulder, continue to whisper: "Did you hear what I said?"

"I heard you, let me go!"

Zhuo Jian's voice became hoarse.

"Jane!"

He called out suddenly and softly, after hugging her hand too.

Zhuo Jian was taken aback by the sound.

Fu Yanye looked at her blushing face and asked her, "Do you like it?"

Zhuo Jian was even more stunned, feeling agitated.

What do you like?

She couldn't help turning her head to look at him little by little, trying to see what he meant from his eyes.

"White Rose!"

Fu Yanye reminded.

Suddenly Zhuo Jian's heart beat like thunder, and then she lowered her head again, unable to pull his hand away, she could only murmur: "Let me go first."

"Do you like it or not? Is the gift from those people better, or is the gift from me more pleasing to you?"

Fu Yanye couldn't help but continue to question her.

I heard that she keeps all the roses he sent in a vase, which is placed in the corner of her desk.

Why did she keep the roses he gave her when she was so indifferent to him?

"Tell me, okay?"

It was that pleading tone.