I don't deserve your love

"The birthday banquet has been prepared..."

"The night here is very good!"

Zhuo Jian was about to report to him on the layout of the banquet hall, but Fu Yanye suddenly interrupted.

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, and hesitantly agreed.

"Will I take you to see it next time?"

Fu Yanye said again.

Zhuo Jian suddenly fell silent, fearing that he would say something he shouldn't say again.

"Are you still afraid of me after being so far away?"

Fu Yanye couldn't stand her long silence and asked her.

"No, I'm thinking about the flowers for the banquet hall."

Zhuo Jian wanted to change the subject.

"Then think about it carefully. I may not be able to go back until the day of grandpa's birthday. If there is anything I need to make up my mind, feel free to call."

Fu Yanye spoke eloquently.

"Okay! Let's do this first!"

"Zhuo Jian!"

When Zhuo Jian was about to hang up, he called her again.

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to put the phone back to her ear, only listening to the deep and intoxicating voice: "A little bit, I miss you!"

Zhuo Jian failed to reply him any more, but hung up the phone quickly.

I don't know why it feels like it's raining, or a heavy rain.

Not to mention why, the sockets of his eyes felt inexplicably hot, and his eyes suddenly became blurred.

He misses her a bit?

He should be thinking about Lin Ruxiang.

-

After the phone call that night, Fu Yanye didn't contact Zhuo Jian again until Christmas Eve.

WeChat, a simple blessing.

Zhuo Jian saw that it was a voice, and was hesitating whether to click on it or convert it into text, but after making the decision, she accidentally shook her hand, and it became a playback.

His magnetic voice, low and deep, seemed to be whispering to her: "Christmas Eve, be healthy!"

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, her thumb was one centimeter away from the screen, and she didn't move for a long time.

She even thought about it, in order to show that she wasn't nervous to give him a blessing.

But in the end, she still silently put the phone on the table.

Soon her quiet little home became lively, Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping came to her door with red wine and roast duck.

At this time, the three of them happily entered the house for the festival, never expecting that Fu Yanye would arrive later.

Otherwise, she wouldn't let herself blush and be dazzled.

The two bottles of good wine that Ouyang Ping brought had already been consumed, and she was still a little unfinished, so she said to Zhuo Jian, "What if I still want to drink?"

"Also! Fu Yanye brought it, wait!"

Zhuo Jian lightly raised her hand, then propped herself up with one hand on the table, and went to get the wine.

Li Yuqing saw that she was walking unsteadily, and felt that it was rare for her to let go, so he didn't stop her, and got up to help.

Zhuo Jian opened the cupboard to get the wine, stepped on her feet, but the wine missed.

A long hand passed by her eyes, she looked dumbfounded, and subconsciously muttered: "Fu Yanye, don't help!"

The people behind him froze.

Even Ouyang Ping couldn't help turning her head to look, she really thought that Fu Yanye would appear out of nowhere, and when she saw it, she unconsciously felt sorry for someone.

Li Yuqing took out the wine from the upper cabinet, Zhuo Jian followed the place where his hand left and turned to look, until she saw his handsome face, she suddenly realized: "Senior brother!"

"You drank too much!"

Li Yuqing looked at her slightly drunken face, and her eyes that were already a little unclear, and reminded her heartily.

"Hee hee! I can still drink!"

Zhuo Jian said.

Li Yuqing smiled lowly, then held her hand: "Okay, I'll help you to sit down."

"No need to help! I'm stable now!"

Zhuo Jian said so, but as soon as she walked forward, it seemed that a gust of wind blew on her feet, and she was about to fall to the ground.

Li Yuqing immediately reached out and grabbed her arm, Zhuo Jian seemed to be crutched in his hand, with half of her body pressed against his strong arm.

She looked down at her pressing hand, and tears suddenly blurred at that moment: "It's amazing! Your arm!"

Li Yuqing looked at her puzzled, and then at Ouyang Ping who was still awake: "It's better not to drink!"

"What are you afraid of in her house?"

As Ouyang Ping spoke, she had other plans in her heart.

Zhuo Jian muttered: "His arm has no intuition, the whole one."

"I heard that some folk remedies can be cured."

Li Yuqing said soberly.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him after hearing this: "Really?"

"Really! Come and sit down, let's talk slowly."

Ouyang Ping called her.

Li Yuqing was about to support Zhuo Jian to sit down when Zhuo Jian's door dinged and was pushed away from the outside.

Few people knew the password of Zhuo Jian's house, and when that person came in, he had a strong aura. Even if the light at the door was not turned on, the three of them knew who it was.

Fu Yanye had flowers under his armpit and a gift, and when he entered the door, he looked up and saw that scene.

Zhuo Jian pressed Li Yuqing drunkenly, and Li Yuqing grabbed Zhuo Jian's arm.

Ouyang Ping sat at the dining table.

"It seems to be Fu Yanye!"

Zhuo Jian blinked and muttered.

Li Yuqing looked down at her, and suddenly felt that he shouldn't have come tonight, and might have caused her trouble again.

"Boss Fu!"

Ouyang Ping waved to say hello.

Wearing a black coat, Fu Yanye walked in slowly step by step with long legs from the outside, and stared straight at the woman with alcohol in her black eyes.

I didn't send him a message all day, so it turned out to be a treat at home.

Still with that person.

Seeing the ambiguous postures of the two, Fu Yanye put down the gift, then bent over and gently put the flower aside.

Ouyang Ping helped a little, then glanced at the bouquet of red roses, and couldn't help sighing: "Wow, Mr. Fu is so romantic!"

snort!

What's the use of romance?

This flower came back from abroad with him by plane, and it was the most expensive and rarest variety nowadays, but look at the woman who was going to be given flowers by him.

One said he had to coax her, the other said he had to coax her, but as he watched, he just had to give her a good beating to make her remember.

"It doesn't seem like it's him!"

As Li Yuqing said, he still supported Zhuo Jian and walked back to the dining table.

He didn't want to be afraid to have a normal relationship with Zhuo Jian just because he was in front of Fu Yanye. Besides her admirer, he was also her senior brother and friend.

But obviously, Fu Yanye just didn't like him.

Zhuo Jian walked to the dining table, walked directly to Fu Yanye, couldn't help but leaned over to sniff him, and then looked up at him again: "It's really the smell of Fu Yanye."

"What is the taste?"

Fu Yanye asked her with a cold face.

"The taste of cold blood and heartlessness!"

Zhuo Jian finished speaking and smiled.

Fu Yanye wished she could be punished in public.

But she saw that his indifferent expression suddenly became coquettish, and looked at him with dissatisfaction: "Who told you to come to my house, or did you open the door and come in by yourself?"

"Not only did I come in by myself, I also bought you roses and gifts across the ocean, Zhuo Jian, guess how angry I am now?"

Fu Yanye spoke clearly word by word, and then questioned her.

"What does your anger have to do with me? A scumbag like you deserves to be angry."

Zhuo Jian watched him finish speaking coldly, then sat down.

Ouyang Ping: "..."

"Brother, hurry up and open the wine, we have to continue drinking."

Zhuo Jian turned to urge Li Yuqing.

Ouyang Ping murmured: "Why don't we forget about it today? Let's drink it another day?"

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, don't drink with her."

Fu Yanye said coldly.

Zhuo Jian immediately went to see him dissatisfied: "Hey, are you blackmailing my friend? Who do you think you are? Scumbag."

When Fu Yanye heard the word scumbag, it was as uncomfortable as a knife being stuck in his heart, but when he turned his phoenix eyes, he suddenly pulled the chair next to her and sat down, and then asked: "Give Zhuo Jian's cup I."

Ouyang Ping handed Zhuo Jian's cup to him.

After Fu Yanye took it, he looked at the wine Li Yuqing put on the table: "This is what I brought, can I drink it?"

Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping just looked at him curiously, even Zhuo Jian, who was on alcohol, looked straight at him.