I don't deserve your love

"What do you mean? Zhuo Jian, don't make trouble out of nothing, talk nonsense, you..."

Lin Ruxiang was obviously more excited on the phone.

Zhuo Jian watched Fu Yanye walk in front of her, but she didn't stop talking, "Sister Ruxiang, I just remind you that you have exceeded the expiration date!"

Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes, not disturbing her on the phone.

Zhuo Jian finished speaking word by word and hung up the phone unhurriedly. She thought, if she said this, if he was smart enough, he would guess that Lin Ruxiang was lying.

Fu Yanye stared at her in silence, until her heart began to tense up a little bit, even scared.

Gradually, her eyes that were neither humble nor overbearing gradually became a little confused.

After all, he has been defending Lin Ruxiang all these years. To him, what she said just now will be regarded as her curse on Lin Ruxiang?

But she doesn't want to care what he thinks, she won't be patient with a lying, despicable and shameless woman.

Therefore, what she has to wait for is at most his punishment.

And now she has a life-saving talisman, so she bravely met his eyes.

Fu Yanye pulled out a chair and sat down opposite her, and said very lightly: "Have you seen the hot search?"

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian was surprised that he just asked this, and understood that the phone call just now told him about the hot search.

Fu Yanye looked up at her again, and seeing her tense expression, he said again: "Take it easy."

Zhuo Jian thought that I would also like to relax, but I was afraid that you would want to beat me.

Fu Yanye took her unfinished noodles to eat, felt that she was staring at him all the time, so he raised his eyes to look at her: "If you are not happy in the future, you can continue to vent like this."

A flash of surprise flashed in Zhuo Jian's eyes, he let her vent like this?

He clearly heard the conversation between her and Lin Ruxiang, didn't he feel that she was going too far?

"Aren't you angry? That person is Lin Ruxiang."

"Why am I angry? She's not my wife."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was suddenly at a loss.

Fu Yanye stared at her fixedly again, "I'm only angry about one thing."

"which one?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't understand his emotions, so she asked him nervously.

"You don't care about me."

When Zhuo Jian was on the phone with Lin Ruxiang, she didn't see him in her heart, she just used him as a tool.

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless.

The air in the restaurant is very thin, which makes people feel a little depressing.

Fu Yanye lowered his head and finished the noodles she hadn't finished eating, and drank some soup.

Time passed by, Zhuo Jian couldn't help breaking the silence in the restaurant, and asked him: "Is your cleanliness really okay?"

Fu Yanye only gave her a look, then got up to clean up the dishes.

Zhuo Jian couldn't understand the deep meaning in that look, but felt a little empty in his heart for no reason.

It was already past seven o'clock after the meal, Zhuo Jian slumped on the sofa and turned on the TV, thinking about Lin Ruxiang. When he saw him coming, his mind suddenly went blank.

Fu Yanye had a strong aura, but she couldn't think because she just stood aside and overwhelmed her.

Zhuo Jian waited for a while, seeing that he didn't approach or speak, after thinking about it, she still took the initiative to break the silence and asked, "Aren't we going back to the old house tonight?"

"Ok!"

Seeing her speak, Fu Yanye walked towards her again.

Zhuo Jian immediately turned her legs to the side to prevent the two from having close contact.

Fu Yanye gave her a cold look, and then sent three invitations to her, "Let's make the final decision."

Only then did Zhuo Jian let go of her guard, and took a look at it with vigor. The elders liked the bright red one, her favorite pink one, and Fu Yanye liked the white one.

"This one, it's festive, and the elderly like it too."

Anyway, the style is the same, Boss Fu designed it himself.

Fu Yanye sat down beside her: "Didn't you like pink before?"

"Then if you want to follow my preferences, you won't give me three choices, just this one. I prefer to see my grandparents happy."

Zhuo Jian chose bright red.

Chinese traditional wedding invitation color.

Fu Yanye really wanted to satisfy the preferences of the old man and the old lady in this matter, so he nodded: "That's it."

He leaned over and opened the drawer under the desk and threw the other two into it.

Zhuo Jian felt that the legs of the two were squeezed together, and she just wanted to keep a distance from him, but in the end...

When the wedding invitation was thrown in, there was a particularly conspicuous thing inside.

Both of them were shocked.

She temporarily forgot the issue of keeping a distance between the two of them, and Fu Yanye closed the drawer with her foot even more annoyed.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes, looking at her nose and heart, but the two of them were also here the night she came back, and what happened suddenly came to mind.

Fu Yanye knew what she was thinking just by looking at her, and suddenly couldn't swallow her breath, and picked her up from the sofa and put her on his lap in annoyance.

Zhuo Jian came back to her senses, huddled in his arms, hugged her knees with both hands, and asked him, "Why are you hugging me like that?"

"like!"

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he put her knees down, saying that he was hugging her, but Zhuo Jian felt that it was more like a bondage.

But I have to admit that he said that he likes those two words, which is really deceptive.

There was a lot of ambiguity in the sofa, Zhuo Jian gradually turned from nervous and embarrassed, and her face was flushed.

Fu Yanye hugged her and pondered, Zhuo Jian felt his hand on her belly, and wanted to stretch it in, so she bent down and pressed it down: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"

"I've satisfied my grandparents, and I'll satisfy you again, okay?"

Fu Yanye discussed with her in a deep voice beside her ear.

Not a word about the agreement in the drawer.

"I don't need anything."

Zhuo Jian said while pushing him.

"Think about it, you can make a request to me."

Fu Yanye felt that this was only fair, and he hoped that he could satisfy her.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while: "Then, let me go first."

"Except for this one."

Fu Yanye insisted.

Seeing that he was unhappy, Zhuo Jian didn't want to touch his nipples, so she said: "Then shall we sleep separately these few days?"

Fu Yanye frowned, and looked at her: "Is there anything else?"

Why are they all separated?

They are husband and wife, inseparable.

"It seems to be gone for now, Fu Yanye, don't mess around."

Zhuo Jian couldn't stand him making such a fuss and protested.

"Call me all day long, it seems that I should educate you well."

Fu Yanye gave up on fulfilling her wish, because her wish was not what he wanted to fulfill, and she was upset by Fu Yanye's screams, and he was overwhelmed by holding her in the next second.

He was so strong that both of them fell on the sofa.

Zhuo Jian's head was protected by Fu Yanye's arm but he didn't know it. He just felt that this position was very suitable for escaping.

But Fu Yanye got up suddenly, and within two seconds, she felt a weight on her body.

"Don't call me by my first name, do you hear me?"

Fu Yanye said, pressing her down and starting to act.

His hand reached her waist, Zhuo Jian was afraid that he would do it again, so she immediately raised her hand to pinch his wrists: "Fu Yanye, I just came out of the hospital not long ago."

"..."

Fu Yanye's body full of strength suddenly became weak, until he smelled the fragrance from her neck, he leaned over and sucked her neck hard.

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian pursed her lips tightly in pain.

Fu Yanye sucked enough, licked it contentedly, and murmured: "What did you call me?"

"Fu...Young Master Ye?"

"Think about it, what should a married woman call her husband?"

Fu Yanye kissed her skin all at once, addicted.

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, what's wrong with calling you by your first and last name?

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye couldn't hear the answer he liked, so he became more dissatisfied with his hand.

"Fu Yanye, I'm in pain."

Zhuo Jian's tears were about to fall from being pinched by him, but her voice was soft and cute.

"Call me well!"

Seeing the tears in the corner of her eyes, Fu Yanye was intimidated and lured.

"Fu Yanye..."

Her voice is very soft.

"Okay, Fu Yanye, right?"

Fu Yanye suddenly knelt up, watching her condescendingly and began to untie her belt.