I don't deserve your love

Feng Ying talked to Jian Qian on the phone, and the aunt at home answered it for her. She was taking a bath at the time.

After the entertainment, Feng Ying was about to go back, and Chen Jiazhen chased him out: "Feng Ying, didn't you mean to live here?"

"It could have been, but you know, my wife is here."

When Feng Ying mentioned the word wife, he couldn't suppress his happiness.

Chen Jiazhen only glanced at it, and suddenly said softly: "Is she that good?"

"One step ahead."

"Hey, wait a minute."

Chen Jiazhen suddenly grabbed his suit, Feng Ying subconsciously came back to his senses, Chen Jiazhen wiped the corners of his mouth: "Here is the sauce."

"Ok?"

Feng Ying quickly backed away while touching the corner of his mouth, but he didn't touch it, but he touched it a few more times, and then said with a smile: "Let's go first."

"Give me a ride, okay? I don't want to drive by myself, anyway, our two families are close."

Chen Jiazhen suggested.

Feng Ying thought for a while, sighed helplessly, but still told her, "Let's make it clear, I'm married, I only love my wife, and I only care about her."

"Understood, Mrs. Feng is a fairy, right? Hurry up and get in the car."

Chen Jiazhen pushed him into the car.

Both of them were sitting in the back row, Feng Ying felt a little uncomfortable, and after a while he said, "Miss Chen."

"Ok?"

"The secretary shouldn't sit in the back."

Feng Ying felt that he still needed to be reminded.

Otherwise she might not have noticed it.

Chen Jiazhen smiled, and turned to look at him, "Hey, I've called you Feng Ying, haven't you recovered yet? It's eleven o'clock in the evening, and your secretary, Chen Jiazhen, has already left work."

"..."

Feng Ying had forgotten this.

but……

This is not the point.

"Sitting next to you now is Chen Jiazhen, the eldest lady of the Chen family. She is indeed interested in you, but she will not lower her self-worth to ruin your marriage."

"..."

Feng Ying looked at her in a blink of an eye.

"Unless you're also interested in her."

Chen Jiazhen raised an eyebrow at him, but suddenly hugged his arm, "You're just kidding, it's good for us to be brothers, it's not fun to turn our faces when we love the old ones."

"..."

Feng Ying still uncomfortably took her hand away from his arm and reminded: "Sit down."

Seeing how serious he was, Chen Jiazhen had no choice but to sit still.

He's pretty decent.

"How did you know each other?"

She looked at him suddenly, interested in how he and his wife met.

"That's how we met."

Feng Ying thought for a while and said softly.

He still can't forget that look, the look that made him want to give her something.

"Can't you even say that?"

"Well, actually, I don't want to tell anything about my wife and I."

"Oh."

Chen Jiazhen thought, she really is a shameless person.

She knew about Jian Qian's past, and heard that it was very miserable, and she seemed to be sold to someone else, only Fengcheng.

"Then why did you get married?"

she asked again.

Feng Ying listened, thought for a while, looked at his wedding ring, and said happily: "Actually, the first time I saw her, I wanted to marry her."

"Did you know she had another man at that time?"

Chen Jiazhen was surprised that he wanted to marry her at the first sight?

"Chen Jiazhen, are you a virgin?"

"what?"

"We're all people with a past, but we all let it go, don't we?"

Feng Ying spoke again.

Chen Jiazhen felt that Feng Ying was a little ignorant.

What is letting go, past?

Besides, how could he compare Jian Qian to her?

A beggar, a prostitute, and she is the daughter of the dignified Chen family. She is very popular in Fengcheng, and anyone who goes to their house to propose will have to step through the threshold.

"Mr. Feng, Ms. Chen's residence is here."

"See you."

"Ah."

Chen Jiazhen nodded, got out of the car, but turned around suddenly before leaving: "Do you want to go in and sit? My father admires you very much."

"No."

Feng Ying smiled, then raised his hand to say goodbye.

Only then did Chen Jiazhen close the car door for him, but she felt unwilling after seeing his car go far away.

Feng Ying went upstairs immediately after returning home.

After eleven o'clock, the son has already gone to bed, and his wife is the only one in the house who is not asleep, it should be.

As expected, Jian Qian didn't sleep, and some colleagues were working overtime, asking her about things.

When he came in, she lay on the bed and hung up the phone, then looked at him, "Didn't you say you want to stay in a hotel?"

"I was going to have a few more drinks tonight, and I will go to exercise with my partner tomorrow morning, but this is not my wife. The partner is not bad, so he let me come back and didn't tell me to drink more."

As he spoke, he walked to the edge of the bed and sat down, kissed her forehead immediately, and then looked at her, "I miss you."

Feng Ying was very happy that she could come.

Jian Qian looked at him, "I'm here to pick up my son."

"Oh, by the way, please reward your husband."

He said he was going to kiss her again.

Jian Qian suddenly smelled a familiar scent of perfume, and couldn't help frowning, "What smell?"

"Ok?"

"It's perfume."

She sat back, leaning against the head of the bed, with her hands naturally fitting on the side, looking at him.

Feng Ying immediately knew that his wife was pointing at him, "I'm going to take a shower."

Jian Qian didn't say anything until about ten minutes later, he washed off the smell of perfume on his body, dried his hair, came out from inside, and threw himself on the bed again.

"That Chen Jiazhen, I like you."

"Ok?"

"Don't pretend to be confused."

Jian Qian said.

"I don't pretend, but I only love my wife, don't worry, I know male virtue."

"..."

Jian Qian looked at him, seeing that he promised so well, she couldn't bear to be more suspicious.

He held her hand, not to mention what kind of love he couldn't put it down.

Wish she was here forever.

When he gets home she can wait for him in bed.

"flourishing."

"Ok?"

"miss you."

"..."

Jian Qian looked at him, all guesses and bad emotions were put down after his words.

When she thought she was going to lose her child with a stomach ache, she even thought that she was going to lose him too.

It was not easy for her to summon up the courage to be with him. She was really afraid that he would give up on her at any time.

If that's the case, don't they just fall in love?

When Feng Ying went to kiss her again, she didn't hide.

Just remind him, "Can't do it now, the baby is unstable."

"I know, I just want to be closer to you."

He whispered softly, then continued to hug her and kiss her.

Being able to hold someone in my arms like this is already very satisfying.

Later, he hugged her on the bed and asked her softly, "Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?"

"You still have the nerve to ask me?"

Jian Qian looked up at him.

"I'm afraid there will be such news in the future, Qianqian, I hope you don't take it to heart."

"Can't you keep them from posting online?"

"Feng still needs some heat now."

"..."

Jian Qian suddenly had nothing to say.

Feng Ying hugged her, "But I will pay attention to it in the future, but Qianqian..."

"Ok?"

"If you can come here, I think it will be much better."

Feng Ying looked at her and suggested sincerely.

"If you really have me in your heart, and you really regard me as the love of your life, I think we will be separated for a while, and you can manage yourself well?"