I don't deserve your love

"To see me off?"

"Don't go!"

Fu Yanye asked her opinion in a hoarse voice, but the answer she got was negative.

Fu Yanye knew that she still rejected him, but couldn't help but kiss her soft lips again.

This time we parted, and I don't know when we will see each other again.

So when Zhuo Jian was surprised that he loved kissing so much, he had already forgotten his love.

-

But early the next morning, a car came to pick him up.

Zhuo Jian lay on the bed pretending to be asleep, and only quietly opened her eyes when the door was closed from the outside.

at last.

he's gone!

Zhuo Jian thought that she would definitely relax a lot, but her heart hurt a lot.

He was attracted to her?

But why does she always feel so awkward in her heart?

She doesn't have a cleanliness habit, so why is she so obsessed with his last relationship?

When Fu Yanye returned to the city, the news in the city was reporting that he was going abroad to spend the New Year with his wife.

It seems that paparazzi are really everywhere, and there is a scene where the two of them go to dinner on New Year's Eve.

Only then did Fu Yanye realize that his hand was on her waist all the time.

Zhuo Jian didn't seem to reject him too much?

The backs of the two looked harmonious.

There are also pictures of them eating together and watching fireworks together.

Uncle Zhou went to pick him up and took him back to the old house.

When the old lady saw him, she couldn't help but sighed when she saw the gift Zhuo Jian bought her: "You didn't ask that girl to come back with you?"

"The study time is one year."

Fu Yanye thought of the scene when he asked her to come back, and thought it was better not to mention it.

"She was originally studying journalism. How else would she learn? Was it a waste of studying outside for three years? Why can't she be lazy and come back to live for a few days now and then?"

The old lady was still dissatisfied, and always felt that Zhuo Jian was worried about being outside.

"She comes back for two days a month, so don't complain."

I can't even complain.

Fu Yanye thought about it, and pinched his eyebrows.

The old lady's eyes drooped, and then she looked at him again, "You two, didn't you take any measures at that time?"

Fu Yanye always felt that this topic was not suitable for their grandfather and grandson, so he couldn't help but look away.

The old lady was a little anxious, and called him loudly: "Smelly boy, speak quickly."

"Ah."

He agreed, and then stood up: "I'm going to sleep for a while."

He said he was going to sleep for a while, but in fact, when he returned to the room where he didn't sleep often, he took his mobile phone and called Zhuo Jian first.

Sure enough, he was pulled out of the blacklist just before he left, but now, he is no longer picked up.

Fu Yanye looked at the phone for a long time irritably, and then opened WeChat again.

Damn!

The woman dragged him to the blacklist again as soon as he left.

When Ouyang Ping came down from the stairs, she saw a luxury sports car, and there was this person standing behind the sports car. She walked over, and couldn't help feeling tense when she saw the person coming, and stepped forward: "Mr. Fu?"

Hearing the voice, Fu Yanye took the cigarette away from his lips: "Can you make a call for me?"

"what?"

"Zhuo Jian."

Fu Yanye went straight to the point.

Ouyang Ping...

In any case, she finally made a call for him. Fu Yanye didn't touch her phone, and frowned in disgust.

Ouyang Ping put the phone on his car, and pressed the speakerphone.

The other end quickly picked up the phone with a hoarse voice: "Hello?"

"Ah, that..."

Ouyang Ping subconsciously looked at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye stared at the phone for a while, and suddenly said, "It's me."

Zhuo Jian was startled, and got up from the bed: "Fu Yanye?"

She glanced at the phone again, and the word Pingping was displayed.

"Do I have to fly there again so that I won't be blocked anymore?"

Fu Yanye asked.

Ouyang Ping stood beside her, listening quietly with her ears pricked up, the more she listened, the more energetic she became.

Zhuo Jian blocked him again?

Didn't you block it not long ago?

Ouyang Ping thought that after he went to find Zhuo Jian, he returned to the white list.

"I suppose you don't want me to go back right away?"

"Ah, that, I'm in class, I'll hang up first."

The other end hesitated and hung up immediately after speaking.

Fu Yanye...

It's just the beginning of spring, and when the wind blows, it's still cold winter.

Fu Yanye's tall and straight body stood there, staring at the blacked-out phone screen.

Did she expect that he would not go to him immediately?

That's why you're so confident!

Thinking that the sky is high and the emperor is far away, she can do whatever she wants?

"Thanks!"

Fu Yanye quickly cleared up his mood, with clean words.

"You're welcome, but you've been together for several days, haven't you reached a conclusion?"

Ouyang Ping couldn't help asking him this question.

Fu Yanye thought for a while and asked her, "When are you going back?"

"what?"

"I hope you go back as soon as possible. I can take care of the air ticket."

"..."

Ouyang Ping didn't know why the boss didn't answer her question and interfered with her itinerary.

However, after Fu Yanye found her, Fu Yanye's secretary quickly contacted her, booked her a business class, and personally sent her to the plane.

So not long after, when Zhuo Jian opened the door, she saw Ouyang Ping standing at the door.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but asked curiously: "Didn't you say you came back on the eighth day of the lunar new year?"

"Thank you very much."

Ouyang Ping sighed helplessly, then turned to look at the Rolls Royce that picked her up.

Zhuo Jianjian followed her gaze, and the driver stood by and nodded to her.

Zhuo Jian knew that person, and subconsciously nodded her head to say hello.

The driver drove away, and then Zhuo Jian helped Ouyang Ping move all the suitcases into the house.

Ouyang Ping looked at the decoration in the house, it was similar to the one next to her, and couldn't help asking her: "Why did you think of moving here?"

"convenient."

Otherwise, it would be too troublesome with so many luggage and pots and pans.

"That's right! Hurry up and get your husband out of your blacklist, otherwise we both will suffer."

Ouyang Ping said.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian could not agree, and asked her: "Why?"

"He will call me if he can't get through to you. What can I do?"

Ouyang Ping thought to herself, the boss's aura is too strong, he will kill her every minute.

Zhuo Jian reminded her without thinking: "Then you can block him too."

"..."

Ouyang Ping looked at the delicate and weak woman in front of her in disbelief, and finally couldn't help laughing: "Baby, you are really not afraid of death!"

"The sky is high and the emperor is far away. It will take more than ten hours for him to fly here, right? By then we can already run to a place where he can't find it."

"Ha! Are you not afraid that he will poke eyes at your door?"

Ouyang Ping asked her.

Zhuo Jian thought about it after hearing this, but quickly shook her head: "Impossible."

"Don't be so absolute about everything. It's much easier for the boss to do something than we imagined."

Ouyang Ping reminded her.

Zhuo Jian went to pour her a glass of water, sat down beside her, and asked her, "What can he do?"

"Anyway, you should drag him out of the blacklist. At most, you can ignore him if you don't want to, but why do you always put people in the blacklist?"

Ouyang Ping continued to enlighten her.

Zhuo Jian felt the pain in her body, and replied depressedly: "I look upset."

"..."

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but looked at Zhuo Jian again, and found that she was always tired and haggard all this time, so she couldn't help asking her: "Are you feeling well?"

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes and looked at her suspiciously.

"I always feel that your aura is not right recently. You look listless and uninterested in anything."

Ouyang Ping couldn't help muttering.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, and felt that what she said was quite reasonable. Recently, she looked like an eggplant beaten by frost, she murmured: "It's really a bit tired, probably because there are too many things recently."