I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian was wiping the floor until she felt dizzy, when she heard the knock on the door, her heart trembled and her movements froze.

This night, Ouyang Ping is in the country, and Li Yuqing is back in the morning, who could it be?

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that when she entered the room that day, someone held a knife to her throat, she stood up slowly with a heart in her hand, tried her best to keep calm, and then walked to the door.

His ears were lightly pressed against the door panel, his eyes were fixed on the keyhole that he had already locked, and he judged that the man could not kick the door open with one kick, and then he said in a low voice: "Who?"

No one spoke outside, she suddenly thought, could it be that she heard wrong?

May indeed be hallucinating.

Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and was about to leave when the door rang again.

Her heart trembled again, and she wanted to cry in fright, so she could only ask again: "Who?"

The people outside heard her hoarse voice before saying: "Me!"

I?

Zhuo Jian frowned, and her tight heart slowly became hot.

this voice...

Fu Yanye?

She walked to the door again, lowered her head and asked softly through the crack of the door: "Fu Yanye?"

"Open the door!"

The voice outside seemed a little irritated.

But it was indeed Fu Yanye.

Zhuo Jian hurriedly opened the door for him subconsciously.

A gust of cold wind couldn't come in and blow on her immediately, because his tall and straight body blocked it.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, his eyes became hot for no reason, and then blurred.

Fu Yanye looked at her in boredom, and asked her while suppressing his anger: "It seems that you don't welcome me."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She hadn't reacted to the person who suddenly appeared in front of her, who was supposed to spend the New Year with the elders in her hometown.

"Don't answer the phone, don't reply to WeChat, you really want to dump me, huh?"

Fu Yanye continued to question her.

Zhuo Jian didn't know how to refute it. It was true that she wanted to dump him, and it was true that she didn't answer the phone or reply to WeChat, but...

But meeting him in a foreign country was like...

Suddenly a sense of loneliness welled up in my heart, and tears fell from my moist eyes.

Fu Yanye looked at her: "Do you still have the face to cry?"

Zhuo Jian immediately lowered her head, sucked her nose, and wiped her tears vigorously.

Fu Yanye stood there irritably, glanced at the next door, and couldn't help but sneer.

She actually moved here.

What is this called?

The most dangerous place is the safest place?

In order to be afraid that he would find it, she even used this idea?

"I'd better go!"

Seeing that she didn't intend to invite him in, Fu Yanye suddenly felt that he shouldn't be here.

It was so lovely when he was in bed, but why did he feel so cold when he put on his clothes.

When Zhuo Jian heard that he was going to leave, she turned sideways subconsciously, "Hey..."

Fu Yanye stopped and turned to look at her.

"Have you booked your flight home yet?"

Seeing him looking at him with alienated and reproachful eyes, Zhuo Jian lowered her head and asked in a low voice.

Fu Yanye put her hands in her pockets angrily: "No!"

Without those two words, I said it very firmly.

"Then come in and sit back."

As Zhuo Jian said, she stretched out her hand to give way, then turned around and took two steps inside.

Fu Yanye frowned at her, was she deliberately keeping a distance from him?

But he went in anyway.

He didn't really want to leave when he said just now.

He just wanted her to stay.

Of course, even if she didn't ask to stay, he wouldn't leave.

If you come, you will come. Is there any reason to go?

Zhuo Jian went in with the bucket of washing rags, and when she came out again, she held a cup of hot water in her hand and asked him, "Can you drink a cup of water to warm yourself up?"

She noticed that his ears were red from the cold.

When did he come?

Have you been out in the cold for a long time?

No, what she should care about is not, how did he find here?

Zhuo Jian noticed that she was thinking about something she shouldn't, and immediately lowered her eyes, pretending to sit down calmly beside her, and then asked him, "How did you find this place?"

As soon as Fu Yanye picked up the water glass, he looked up at her again when he heard this, and snorted: "I suddenly don't want to say it."

"..."

He glanced at the water glass, then looked at her, and asked hesitantly: "This water glass..."

"Nobody used it."

Zhuo Jian understood that he was afraid that others would use it, a reflexive explanation.

Fu Yanye just took a sip of water, his stomach warmed up, but his heart was still cold.

He glanced at the house, and then at the thin woman sitting diagonally across from him, "Just moved in?"

"Well! I just signed the contract today, so the cleaning is not very good yet."

Zhuo Jian glanced at the floor she had just finished mopping, thinking that there were still several places that had not been cleaned.

"So you clean here alone on New Year's Eve?"

"is it not OK?"

Zhuojian asked dully.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just stared at her for a few seconds, and then continued to drink water.

But he is just depressed, she treats herself as an outsider after all, no matter how kind the elders are to her, even if he has made friends with her.

Zhuo Jian didn't hear him ask any more questions for a long time, so she couldn't help asking him: "Are you here on a business trip?"

"Yeah, I'm still working in New Year's Eve."

Fu Yanye felt that if she could ask this question, it was because her brain was flooded.

But I just don't want to say nice things.

Zhuo Jian felt bad, she wanted to have a good talk with him.

New Year's Eve.

"Then grandparents and parents..."

"You still have them in your heart?"

Fu Yanye's words became even colder.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head, squeezed her little cold hands, and was speechless for a moment.

She really has elders in her heart, but she still can't do it if she is asked to go back.

"I came to find you."

Seeing that her tears were about to fall, he said a faint sentence, and looked at her with deeper eyes.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him reflexively.

He doesn't understand how it feels to see a fellow countryman in this kind of day, and he doesn't understand how it feels to let her see someone she admired since she was a child and can't love when she grows up.

He said he was looking for her, and tears suddenly flowed down her face.

"It's not too late to come to me now."

Seeing her crying so hard, Fu Yanye guessed that she knew that she had really treated him too much during this time.

She should regret it.

Where can I find someone who is so sincere to her like him?

But Zhuo Jian just looked at him and then lowered her head fiercely. She raised her hand and wiped her tears vigorously, but the tears fell on her chin, and she couldn't wipe them dry no matter what.

She got a little annoyed, and then got up: "I want to sleep, you sit back and find someone to pick you up and go to the hotel."

"What do you mean?"

Fu Yanye narrowed her phoenix eyes and asked her.

"I haven't even cleaned the bedroom. If you are a clean freak, I won't keep you."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned to leave.

Fu Yanye put his foot directly on the coffee table in front of him.

The coffee table made a loud noise as it rubbed against the floor, Zhuo Jian turned to look at him.

Fu Yanye gritted his teeth, "Just go to sleep!"

He wanted to see if she really couldn't sleep.

It's just that she doesn't want to be with him.

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a long while, and there were some words in her throat but she couldn't say anything.

"I can see it, your conscience has been fed to the dog, you just..."

Before Fu Yanye finished his harsh words, the phone rang suddenly.

He glanced at him, then raised his eyes to look at the person standing there who hadn't left yet, changed his mind, and ordered her: "Come here, it's grandma."