I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian murmured, then bypassed him and sat down beside him.

Fu Yanye looked down at her and asked, "For those three years, it's fine if you were abroad, but now that you're back, how can you still be absent?"

"My surname is Zhuo! I will give gifts and blessings."

before tomorrow night.

Zhuo Jian's hands went around her neck and unbuttoned the necklace.

Fu Yanye watched her gently put the necklace back into the box, and the expression on her face turned cold unconsciously.

"This necklace is too expensive for me to accept."

Zhuo Jian said.

"I said it didn't mean anything to me..."

"It's just a drop in the bucket, I know you have a lot of money, but why should I take it?"

As Zhuo Jian said, she closed the box, turned her head to look at the bouquet of roses, raised her arms to hug them, touched the petals lightly with her fingers, and said, "I accept this bouquet of roses."

"Zhuo Jian!"

Fu Yanye gritted his teeth angrily.

"Are you still doing it?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him with calm and pessimistic eyes.

Fu Yanye's heart skipped a beat, at that moment he really wanted to strangle her to death.

"As you are now, which man can still be interested?"

He shook his face, because he really couldn't understand her resistance and evasion.

"Forget it, Fu Yanye, you have lost your only chance."

Zhuo Jian got up while talking, and said to him before going back to the bedroom: "Please close the door when Mr. Fu leaves."

Fu Yanye glanced at her in the blink of an eye: "Who said I'm leaving?"

If you don't do it, why stay?

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously.

Fu Yanye sat in the chair angrily and poured himself a drink.

Zhuo Jian didn't care about him, anyway, she couldn't drink any more, otherwise she would make a fool of herself tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Jianjian took a shower and lay down on the bed.

Probably because of the alcohol, my mind was so hot, I thought it was difficult to fall asleep, but I fell asleep within three to two minutes.

Fu Yanye drank the whole bottle of red wine.

Especially when looking at the flowers and gifts on the table, she didn't like the ones he carefully selected.

Just throwing it on the table is like throwing his feelings for her.

Fu Yanye thought, he probably didn't have to rely on her so much.

But now he is sitting in the small dining room of her house. In fact, this place is not a restaurant at all to him.

On the phone are invitations from friends to drink, as well as Lin Ruxiang's, but he only wants to go to one place.

He also went there later.

He took a shower, and then got into her bed naked.

She fell asleep, her body like a furnace.

He leaned forward recklessly and hugged her from behind.

Zhuo Jian shivered, she couldn't help herself from the cold after taking a bath.

But she still didn't wake up after all.

And Fu Yanye hugged her tightly.

At this moment, he had the idea of ​​stuffing her into the secret drawer in his heart, so that when she woke up, she found that she was no longer in this noisy world.

Only in his heart.

His heart was probably dark, and she must be very scared in it.

But when she was inside, she could see clearly that there was no one else in his cruel heart.

-

When he woke up the next morning, Fu Yanye was no longer there.

But there was breakfast on the table, and a large bouquet of bright red roses in a vase.

Zhuo Jian thought, probably no woman can resist such redness.

She sat down to have breakfast, looked at the box next to the vase, and thought of the scene of him wearing a necklace for herself last night, her heart ached.

Wang Yue called, and she answered the phone: "Mom!"

"Baby, your grandpa's birthday dinner starts at 07:30. Shall I ask Uncle Zhou to pick you up after get off work? Or do you come early?"

"Mom, I'll go home as soon as I get out of the studio."

Listening to Wang Yue's voice, Zhuo Jian thought to herself that she should send out the gift earlier, so that it would be easier to talk while there were no outsiders.

The elders love her, so they shouldn't embarrass her too much.

"Then I'll wait for you for lunch."

Wang Yue said.

"No, mom, you and grandpa and grandma will eat first, don't wait for me."

"I'm the only one at home at noon. Your grandma and your grandpa went out to have a meal with old friends. Your father and your husband both have entertainment. It just so happens that our mother and I go to the beauty salon. It's better to go to the starlight together at night."

Wang Yue happily made plans.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help scratching her hair.

Grandpa is not at home at noon, hey!

When Zhuo Jian arrived at the office and was about to read the documents, someone knocked on the door from outside.

Ouyang Ping waved at her with an envelope in her hand.

"Plane at seven o'clock tomorrow morning."

Ouyang Ping gave her the envelope and put it on the table.

Zhuo Jian glanced at it, picked it up and opened the envelope.

There is a plane ticket in front of him.

I don't know what's going on, but I still twitched.

"After we left last night, did you two quarrel?"

Ouyang Ping looked at her swollen eyelids and asked worriedly.

Zhuo Jian said with a smile: "We often quarrel, don't worry."

"Then, is that that?"

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but asked more gossip, although in a low voice.

Zhuo Jian remembered the scene of him biting her finger last night, and shook her head after a while.

Ouyang Ping sighed with relief: "It's fine if there is none! This year, everything should pass."

Everything will pass?

How could it be possible to survive a year when something that could not be passed in three years?

However, such a beautiful hope should be had.

Hope that when she comes back, he and Lin Ruxiang are already married?

One year, if Ruxiang is still alive, the child should have a hundred days, right?

Zhuo Jian thought about whether to give their children a hundred-day gift.

Ouyang Ping saw Zhuo Jian's despair towards Fu Yanye, and couldn't help but said, "Young Master Su said that your husband has been living alone in Shengyuan for more than three years during your absence."

Zhuo Jian knew that she was referring to Su Shao as Su Bai, so she couldn't help but smiled: "Really?"

"I've heard something about the three of you, honey, are we going to be deceived by Ruxiang's poor man?"

Ouyang Ping couldn't help asking her.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help laughing, and shook her head helplessly.

"Of course I hope she is a vicious bad woman, but obviously I can only hope."

"And what if she is? She takes advantage of people's sympathy for the weak?"

"That's because people are willing to be used by her. She didn't force people with a knife, did she?"

"..."

-

At noon, Zhuo Jian appeared in the studio on time, and started her one of the few live news broadcasts these days.

At the same time, Fu Yanye was already having dinner with Su Bai in Xingguang, listening to the staff's final report and confirmation of the content of the banquet.

When the matter of the banquet was finalized, Fu Yanye's cell phone rang, and when he saw the string of numbers, he picked it up: "Hello?"

"understood!"

Fu Yanye quickly hung up the phone with the same ruthless expression on his face.

Su Bai looked at him carefully, and asked, "Who is it?"

"The director of the TV station said that Zhuo Jian's flight will be early tomorrow morning."

"Ok?"

"The training that told me before that I wouldn't go."

"..."

Fu Yanye moved the hand holding the wine glass, then picked it up, and slowly took a sip of the wine down his throat.

Bitter and astringent!

But bitterness and astringency have always given him the most sense of conquest.

Su Bai was also silent for a while, before he couldn't help asking him: "Do you want to keep someone?"