I don't deserve your love

Carrying a Meituan bag in his hand.

Oh, where he was carrying it, squeeze it with a tissue.

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After reading it, Zhuo Jian came back to her senses, and silently started her heartbeat to speed up again.

She didn't know why she felt guilty, but she always felt as if she had done something to offend him.

Fu Yanye looked at her coldly, saw her bow her head and backed away, and then walked in with her long legs.

Zhuo Jian closed the door and followed him to the living room.

He put the food down, then sat on her sofa and vigorously unbuttoned his shirt.

Zhuo Jian found that his fingers were particularly sharp and quick, in other words, he was very angry now.

Zhuo Jian was still very hungry, but seeing him sitting there, she couldn't eat immediately, especially seeing him like that, she murmured: "You're not going to be downstairs all night, are you?"

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just got up and went to the bathroom.

Zhuo Jian turned around and looked, her heart beating wildly.

Finished!

It felt like a heavy dark cloud was overwhelming.

She is done!

Zhuo Jian sat where he had just been sitting, heard the sound of running water coming from inside, and then silently opened the Meituan bag.

She was really hungry, smelling the aroma of rice, she quickly took it out and started eating.

Fu Yanye took a bath in it. She ate a lot, but she didn't know what to eat.

She chewed slowly, and with the sound of running water coming out of it, her chewing force and sense of taste were also changing.

The water inside had stopped, and she had eaten less than half of a pancake.

She raised her head subconsciously and looked at the man standing at the small door. He had a towel around his waist, but his upper body was still dripping.

Zhuo Jian finally knew what it means to be beautiful and delicious.

but……

He frowned tightly, as if he was extremely irritable.

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that she hadn't lived at home for a long time, so the hygienic conditions here were worrying.

he is...

Committed to cleanliness?

Zhuo Jian felt a chill on the back of her neck, and seeing that he was going to walk towards her, she moved her legs to one side in dismay.

"Call someone to bring me clothes. The phone is in the bathroom. You know the password."

Fu Yanye said something, then turned around and went back to her bedroom.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Could it be that he didn't sleep all night?

He did look a little blue-eyed.

Zhuo Jian couldn't eat any more, so she went to get his mobile phone to call him.

But seeing the densely packed Lin Ruxiang in his missed calls, her hands trembled unconsciously.

I found Uncle Zhou's phone number, called it, and turned on the speakerphone.

She went out with her mobile phone in her hand, and when she heard Uncle Zhou's voice, she said, "Uncle Zhou, can you please help me go to Shengyuan and get a suit of clothes for Fu Yanye? We are now in the community opposite Shengyuan."

After making the phone call, she stood at the door of the bedroom, and he was already lying in the bed that she hadn't had time to fold.

Zhuo Jian's heart sank, and suddenly she didn't want to fight.

What if they go on like this?

She suddenly wanted to just break the jar like this.

It doesn't matter whether he loves himself or not, whether he has someone else in his heart, whether he has slept with others.

Now men can't ask their other half to be their own for the first time, how can they be stingy when they are women.

She didn't realize that she was in that male plot.

But there was a knot in her heart.

Zhuo Jian secretly thought, maybe her pimples are just because of the inappropriateness of their relationship.

Sometimes no matter what, the right time, the right place, and the right people, as long as one is not suitable, it will be impossible to achieve it.

where are they?

She turned to look at the person lying on the bed again.

She was almost used to him lying on her bed by now.

I don't feel any inappropriateness.

Zhuo Jian walked over, holding back her nose and calling him softly: "Fu Yanye."

Fu Yanye ignored her and even put the quilt over her head.

Zhuo Jian gently pulled off the quilt, and continued to murmur: "I haven't sterilized the quilt."

He still didn't move, Zhuo Jian thought that he was probably too sleepy, so she didn't plan to provoke him anymore, and said: "Then you sleep for a while, I'll wait for Uncle Zhou to bring you clothes before calling you."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she saw that there was still no movement in the quilt, so she went out.

Gently closing the door for him, she returned to the sofa.

Looking at the half-eaten pancake, she no longer had any appetite. Instead, her stomach suddenly churned, and she ran to the bathroom in pain.

Only spit out a little.

She thought that she was not fit to eat pancakes recently.

However, she probably didn't have a chance to eat it either.

Since the old lady is fine, she planned to visit the old house and then left.

But waited and waited, and after an hour, Uncle Zhou still hadn't come.

She cleaned up the area around the sofa, and then went to the bathroom to take out all his clothes, fold them and put them in a bag, thinking that Uncle Zhou would take them for dry cleaning later.

result……

Uncle Zhou didn't come, but his cell phone rang again. Zhuo Jian saw that it was Lin Ruxiang, her heart trembled, and her body seemed to be numb for a while, but after a while, she flicked the switch, and then went to find him in a quiet voice. Fu Yanye.

He is still sleeping.

Lin Ruxiang's call should be very important to him, no matter what the reason is.

Zhuo Jian called him gently: "Fu Yanye."

Fu Yanye turned over irritably, raised his eyelids, and looked at her dissatisfied.

Zhuo Jian handed the mobile phone in front of him, not wanting to provoke him, and said in a low voice, "Lin Ruxiang is on the phone."

Fu Yanye didn't answer the phone, but grabbed her wrist irritably.

Zhuo Jian fell down in an instant, and then lay on her side on the bed, hugged tightly by him.

Zhuo Jian still held his mobile phone in his hand, and the voice came from his arms, muffled, "Aren't you answering the phone?"

In case it is a matter of life and death.

Fu Yanye hugged her tightly, took the phone away and put it aside, and only said: "Sleep."

Zhuo Jian was about to be smothered to death, so she couldn't help but said again: "I've slept."

"Sleep again."

"But I'm not sleepy."

"To shut up!"

"It's almost suffocating!"

Zhuo Jian really felt suffocated.

Only then did Fu Yanye let go of her a little bit, lifted her chin to let her breathe, saw her eyes were red, and asked her unhappily, "What did I do to make you feel wronged?"

"It's just boring, just now."

It's not that she doesn't count, but when she thinks about what that woman might have had with him, she just...

Yes, she is sour.

But she can't tell.

Fu Yanye heard her hoarse voice, but the only thing he did was bow his head and kiss her.

Her lips were cold, and so were her hands.

Fu Yanye put her hands on his waist to keep her as warm as possible.

Zhuo Jian raised her fingers and dared not touch his skin directly, Fu Yanye whispered while kissing: "It's not like I haven't touched it before, hold me tight."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was trembling with fear, thinking, can it be the same?

Fu Yanye urged: "Hurry up."

Just as Zhuo Jian was about to put his hand on it, his cell phone rang again behind his head, and Zhuo Jian's fingers curled up on his back vigorously again.

Fu Yanye had to stop kissing her. He hated the ringing of the phone, took his hand away from her, found the phone, looked at it, and turned it off.

"Hold me tight now."

Before Fu Yanye kissed her, he ordered again.