I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian burst into tears of pain, and Fu Yanye sucked her lips, getting more and more excessive.

Zhuo Jian's breath was almost taken away by him, and then he hugged her again.

This time he didn't stop, he put her on the bed directly, and covered her with him.

Zhuo Jian came back to her senses, and her heart beat like thunder when she saw him clearly.

Her cell phone rang downstairs, displaying the words Li Yuqing.

Fu Yanye asked her while untying his belt: "At this time, guess who called you."

Zhuo Jian thought of several people, but she didn't have time to answer because she felt his belt hit her skin.

When was her shirt opened?

Zhuo Jian lowered her head subconsciously, but saw nothing.

Fu Yanye pressed her down with his hands.

Zhuo Jian's face flushed with embarrassment, and she couldn't say a complete sentence.

Fu Yanye sucked the bleeding lip bitten by him, and murmured: "Having unreasonable thoughts about other people's wives, such a person should not be handed over."

Zhuo Jian asked him suspiciously: "Who are you talking about?"

"Li Yuqing!"

Fu Yanye glanced at her with black eyes and continued to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian felt that he could concentrate on everything.

So attentive that she thinks he has a split personality.

His brain is much more sensible than hers.

He is not a person controlled by emotions, is he?

Otherwise, how could he talk about Li Yuqing and still kiss her to get angry?

Zhuo Jian quickly raised her chin and was kissed by him, her breathing became disordered.

When Fu Yanye wanted to take off her pants, she grabbed her wrist.

Her little hands were cold and so slender, as soon as she held his arm, she knew that she was hitting a stone with a pebble, but she couldn't help but stop it.

"Do you think I will give up if I can't get it?"

he asked her.

Zhuo Jian's grip on his wrist suddenly became lighter.

He will not!

Zhuo Jian was well aware of the bad nature of this man.

Fu Yanye continued to kiss her, but when he was about to kiss her neck, his black eyes suddenly opened, looking at the scarf there, he suddenly grabbed the back of her head.

At this time, the scarf was hanging loosely around her neck, and Fu Yanye took it off directly from the top of her head when she lifted it up a little.

Zhuo Jian suddenly woke up, and immediately covered the injured place reflexively: "You..."

"Beauty has to come out, especially when I need it."

Fu Yanye looked at her neck while talking, it was so beautiful that he wanted to bite it off.

But her hand was on the left side, and she didn't take it off for a long time. His smiling eyes suddenly became deep and cold.

"Take your hand away."

Fu Yanye suddenly had a very bad premonition.

Listening to his low and deep order, Zhuo Jian subconsciously refused: "I don't."

"you do not!"

Not a question, just a statement, repeat.

More like a declaration.

In the next second, her hand was pinched by him.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously grasped his wrist with the other hand: "Fu Yanye, don't..."

"..."

Fu Yanye hated her saying goodbye, but when he pinched both of her wrists and held her above his head, when his dark eyes saw the not so deep but obvious scar on her neck, he unconsciously I got angry.

There seemed to be a small flame in my heart, gradually, and then suddenly it burned up.

"explain!"

Fu Yanye sent her two words angrily.

Seeing his angry appearance, Zhuo Jian unconsciously became nervous, not daring to delay for too long, so she could only make up a random reason: "Accidentally scratched by a tree branch."

For this reason, she herself did not believe it.

Fu Yanye suddenly and fiercely

"Are you thinking I'm blind?"

Fu Yanye frowned and questioned.

Although the scar is very shallow, it is very straight, and it looks like it was scratched by a knife or something.

The shape of the branches is impossible at all.

"Give you one last chance."

Fu Yanye said something again, which was also an ultimatum.

"Someone broke into the apartment, armed with a knife."

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to hide him anymore, but she didn't dare to look at him when she was talking.

In fact, she didn't want to tell him too much about herself.

Just like those three years, she didn't live very well, but she knew that she could only bear it alone.

No one can really empathize with you unless he really cares about you and has been through the same situation as you.

Fu Yanye gritted his teeth and looked at her. After a long time, he asked her bitterly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"It's so far away, so what can I say?"

Zhuo Jian whispered.

Fu Yanye's eyes were suddenly a little clear, and he unconsciously squeezed her wrist harder.

Zhuo Jian felt pain in her wrist, but she also felt uncomfortable in her heart for no reason. She didn't know when the tears started to flow. When she found out, the pillow was a little wet.

The room suddenly fell silent.

The two of them had such an ambiguous posture, but neither of them wanted to say anything.

Or maybe, I don’t know what to say to the other party.

"Who made you go so far? Did I say to wait for you to go home? Zhuo Jian, you can't take my words seriously, can you?"

"no!"

Zhuo Jian retorted and looked at him uncomfortable.

Didn't he know that it was because she used to always take his words seriously that she dared not tell him anything now.

"No? Indeed not!"

Fu Yanye looked at her with disappointed eyes, and then slowly walked away from her.

Seeing him sitting beside him, Zhuo Jian also sat up, and subconsciously went to get the scarf to cover her neck.

Fu Yanye glanced out of the corner of his eye, and immediately snatched the scarf from her hand.

Zhuo Jian's hand was suddenly empty, and she looked up at him.

Fu Yanye held the scarf tightly, and he didn't let go until the phone in his trousers pocket rang.

"Hey?"

Fu Yanye answered the phone.

Ruxiang: "Happy New Year, Yanye!"

"Ok!"

He reluctantly agreed, then hung up the phone.

The next moment his eyes darkened, then he turned to look at the person who was also looking at him, and asked, "Did you call the police?"

Zhuo Jian didn't expect him to ask this suddenly, and agreed: "Reported."

"No one caught?"

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian nodded.

She has no power or influence here, and calling the police is a procedure. People know that she is from a TV station and let them check the surveillance.

Fu Yanye sighed, then looked down at the scarf and remained silent for a while.

"Last time Su Bai said someone hit you with a car..."

Fu Yanye wanted to say something more to her, but when he thought that she was hiding everything from him, he couldn't continue.

He bowed his head and choked, his throat rolled, and then continued to stare at the scarf.

"Maybe I don't know who I offended."

Zhuo Jian murmured.

Fu Yanye smiled lightly after hearing this, and looked at her in a blink of an eye.

Zhuo Jian looked at his dark eyes, subconsciously pursed her lips, and said in a puff: "But I have no evidence, all guesses can only be guesses when there is no evidence, and what I say may be judged by some people." Think of it as slander."

"So what are you talking to me about now?"

Fu Yanye asked her coldly.

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a few seconds, then lowered her eyes, and replied to him while getting off the bed: "Then I won't say anything."

Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist, and stared at her with black eyes: "Is the person you mentioned really me?"