I don't deserve your love

"..."

Zhuo Jian's little face was flushed red all of a sudden, and her heart was burning hot.

Fu Yanye looked at her shy and wanting to avoid his eyes, raised his hand to pinch her chin: "Don't run away from me."

"Fu Yanye..."

"At least don't for this moment, I flew more than 1 kilometers to find you."

Fu Yanye's eyes seemed to be deeply affectionate.

At that moment, Zhuo Jian's heart was shaken.

His black eyes slowly lowered, looked at her lips, and gradually kissed her.

Zhuo Jian's breath was stagnant, and she subconsciously grabbed the fabric of his shirt again, trying to push him away.

But Fu Yanye held her wrist, put her wrist on his neck, and kissed her more passionately.

Zhuo Jian felt that her breathing was becoming more and more difficult, and before she couldn't help but wanted to kiss him back, she turned her head.

Fu Yanye's thin lips fell on her jawline. When he wanted to kiss her again, he accidentally saw her resistance, so he stopped, and then he saw the obtrusive scarf around her neck again.

Her long neck is really not suitable for hiding.

But as soon as he raised his hand, Zhuo Jian immediately raised it to cover it: "Don't."

"Aren't you afraid of getting prickly heat?"

Fu Yanye asked in a low voice.

Zhuo Jian covered one side, slowly backed away with her face sideways, and sat on the edge of the sofa.

Fu Yanye's hand fell on the sofa helplessly, but his black eyes stared straight at the woman who refused to accept him no matter what.

"Zhuo Jian, we are husband and wife!"

Fu Yanye reminded her again.

"I know I know!"

Zhuo Jian said it again, afraid that he would not believe it, so she repeated it again, but her mood became more and more cold.

She couldn't back away anymore, she looked at him with quick clear eyes, and murmured: "Why don't I go get something to eat?"

Fu Yanye had no choice but to give up and nodded: "Yes!"

As soon as Zhuo Jian heard his word, she hurried away as if she had been pardoned.

Fu Yanye sat helplessly on the sofa and watched her hurrying away, and then looked at the deserted house, laughing helplessly.

Even if she is alone in this kind of place, she doesn't want to go home to spend the New Year with him.

The refrigerator was empty, and there were two barrels of instant noodles in the cabinet. Zhuo Jian saw that it was written not for deep frying, so she took them out with peace of mind, and then boiled water.

When Fu Yanye walked over, he saw her pouring hot water into the instant noodle bucket.

Zhuo Jian felt him approaching, and while focusing on pouring water, she explained: "There are only two buckets of instant noodles at home, but they are fried, so let's eat."

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just pulled one of the buckets in front of him, and then stared at her again with his black eyes.

Zhuo Jian put the glasses for two people on the dining table again, poured two glasses of water and waited for it to cool down to drink.

"You two are here, do you usually deal with it like this?"

Fu Yanye was referring to instant noodles.

Zhuo Jian smiled slightly, and when she sat down, she murmured, "Usually we don't like to eat this kind of food, we like to eat deep-fried ones."

Only then did Fu Yanye lower his eyes, and there were three large characters of non-fried on the front.

He smiled faintly, pulled out the chair and sat down opposite her.

It's Chinese New Year now, but the two of them actually eat instant noodles in a foreign country?

This is a bit miserable.

But looking at the person in front of him again, Fu Yanye helplessly stirred the soaked noodles with a fork, then felt uncomfortable, put down the fork, and asked, "Do you have chopsticks?"

"Yes, I'll get it for you!"

As long as he doesn't stick with her, Zhuo Jian thinks he can do whatever he wants.

"Take what you have used, I don't want to use what others have used."

Fu Yanye said so.

Zhuo Jian is also embarrassed to use Ouyang Ping's special chopsticks for him, maybe he still dislikes him.

but……

Zhuo Jian glanced at the chopsticks in the chopstick bucket, thought twice, and finally gave him her own.

Fu Yanye glanced at it, took it with satisfaction, and started to eat.

Zhuo Jian actually has no appetite, she is not very interested in anything recently.

Watching him eat, she drank two mouthfuls of soup.

Fu Yanye hadn't eaten all day, seeing that she didn't eat, she simply pulled her away: "I'll eat for you."

Zhuo Jian remained silent, he was already eating.

It was the first time that Zhuo Jian knew that he liked instant noodles so much.

She thought he hated such things.

Soon his mobile phone rang, he glanced out the window, then wiped his mouth with a napkin, stood up: "Let's go!"

"where to?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, a little dull.

She was surprised that he ate two buckets of instant noodles.

"Chinese New Year tonight, I didn't come all this way to eat instant noodles with you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless.

Fu Yanye took the coats of the two of them, put them on for her when they went out, and then took her into a black Rolls Royce.

The classic style looks extra ceremonial when walking on the street on New Year's Eve.

The two sat in the back, and Zhuo Jian kept looking out of the window curiously.

Foreign New Years are always out of tune with domestic ones.

But counting, she has not been in the country for four years.

In fact, she felt that when she was abroad alone, it would be nice to just work at home to end the night.

Take a shower when you are tired, and you will fall asleep soon after lying down.

She basically wouldn't let herself think too much on such a day, lest she couldn't help being wronged and crying.

After all, she's already, 24 years old?

I was 20 years old when I went abroad, and I was in a hidden marriage.

And this time...

In fact, who knows?

No one here knows her.

The car stopped at one of the most famous hotels in this area, the sky restaurant was booked, the whole floor was decorated warmly and romantically, and there was even a handsome guy standing inside and playing the violin.

Fu Yanye took her inside, and the staff asked her to take off her coat.

Fu Yanye glanced, and said lightly: "I'll do it!"

Zhuo Jian felt that these etiquettes were very troublesome, but when Fu Yanye stood beside her and held her collar back, she took it off and let him give it to the staff.

Fu Yanye pulled the chair for her in a gentlemanly manner.

Zhuo Jian stood watching, feeling a little hot in her heart, for some reason, she smiled: "Thank you!"

The thank you was low, but enough for him to hear.

Fu Yanye stopped beside her.

Zhuo Jian looked outside, and saw most of the city's scenery in front of her eyes. The silver lights by the river seemed insignificant, but they had a unique style.

The violinist approached them with his violin, and then walked away.

The sound of the piano was melodious and beautiful. She didn't know what it was, but she just felt that it was very affectionate.

Kind of doesn't suit when the two of them are around.

Zhuo Jian fiddled with the scarf, it was indeed a little hot, and her wound was itchy because of the heat.

Fu Yanye looked at her little movements and asked her, "Are you sure you don't want to take off the scarf?"

"No! I've been suffering from severe cervical pain recently."

She explained lightly.

Then the staff started serving the food.

The last time Zhuo Jian enjoyed such treatment was when her father was around.

Fu Yanye didn't make things difficult for her anymore, but seeing her hot little face flushed made him feel a little distracted.

The meal was about the same, Zhuo Jian finally couldn't help asking him: "When did you book the restaurant?"

Because this floor was covered by him, it must not be tonight.

"Before you come."

"how did you do that?"

Zhuo Jian became even more curious. Before I came, it was more than ten hours ago, right?

It stands to reason that on such an important day, so many tables on this floor must have been reserved.