I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye stood at the stairs, dressed casually in white, but exuding the aloofness that strangers should not enter.

Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly fell to the bottom.

Only a pair of clear eyes stared at him slowly and could not move away.

Ouyang Ping followed Zhuo Jian's gaze and looked upstairs, and was startled.

She thought that Fu Yanye would definitely not be at home during the day.

What they talked about just now...

Ouyang Ping stood up slowly, moved her facial features hard, and said with a smile: "Mr. Fu, your wife asked me to discuss the matter of withdrawing the lawsuit. Congratulations, you two are finally married!"

Zhuo Jian came back to her senses and turned to look at Ouyang Ping.

Ouyang Ping had already picked up her bag: "I have to leave first, we will talk about the bridesmaid dresses later."

In less than 2 minutes, only the two of them were left in the huge house.

Auntie came out of the kitchen and was stunned when she saw Fu Yanye was at home.

Fu Yanye had indeed gone out when she came in the morning.

When did you come back?

At this time, Fu Yanye walked slowly towards Zhuo Jian with long legs.

Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa, her back was tense and her breathing was weak.

The closer he got to her, the more dangerous she felt.

"You, didn't you go to the hospital?"

Zhuo Jian tried to change the subject.

She also really thought that he was going to guard Lin Ruxiang.

"What do you mean by never falling twice on the same person?"

Fu Yanye ignored her question and asked her instead.

Zhuo Jian's heart tightened. Seeing how persistent he was, she raised her breath and said bravely: "I once loved you."

Fu Yanye held back his breath and glared at her.

If there is no problem with his understanding, does she mean that she once loved, and she will never love again?

Just because he didn't give her an accurate answer back then, she has become so decisive now.

He always felt that after Christmas Eve, the relationship between them was actually one step closer.

But looking at her resolute appearance at this time, he only sneered slightly, and said to her: "I won't love you again in the future, will you?"

Zhuo Jian's fingers trembled, and when she lowered her head, she pinched her trembling little finger, and replied: "Yes."

"So what are we doing now?"

Fu Yanye suddenly questioned her angrily.

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to see his angry expression, and answered him: "Don't you already know what I'm thinking?"

"Your conscience was eaten by a dog. Are you so afraid of falling on me again? I can't handle you, can I?"

Fu Yanye questioned her, turned around and kicked the foot of the table irritably.

Zhuo Jian was startled, but then she looked at him again: "If you are not happy, we will not do it."

The aunt was shocked when she heard this, and wanted to call the old house immediately to report the situation.

"Just give up on this idea. I said that I will occupy you until you are old."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he wanted to go upstairs again, but he came back suddenly in the middle of the walk, and stared at her fiercely: "When someone comes from the house, you change your clothes."

"who?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

"Who else? The designer is here to deliver the wedding dress."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he went upstairs.

Wedding dress?

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered the designer he met in his office building that day.

In the blink of an eye, has it been more than a week?

Zhuo Jian glanced at her casual home clothes, thought about it, and went upstairs anyway.

It's just that in the bedroom, he just took off his casual top.

When Zhuo Jian went in, he saw his strong back.

To be honest, his skin is quite fair recently, but for some reason, it gives people a very taboo feeling.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but stop at the door, wanting to turn around.

"stop!"

His voice suddenly sounded from behind.

Zhuo Jian turned around: "What's the matter?"

"Come in and help me choose one."

Fu Yanye gave an order suddenly.

Zhuo Jian walked in, looked at the shirts of different styles and colors in the closet, and took a white one: "This one?"

Fu Yanye raised his eyes to look at the shirt, then lowered his head: "Give me the black."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

What did you say to let her choose?

Zhuo Jian took the black for him, put the hanger back, and handed him the shirt.

Fu Yanye didn't answer, and stared at her with black eyes: "Help me wear it."

Zhuo Jian looked at him questioningly, he was neither a child nor injured.

"Wear it yourself!"

Zhuo Jian stubbornly resisted.

Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes, and only moved closer.

"I wear!"

Zhuo Jian immediately realized that the danger was approaching, so she quickly shook off her clothes and walked behind him.

Fu Yanye followed her outstretched clothes to find the cuffs and put them in her long arms.

Gently put it on the shoulder and put it on.

Zhuo Jian walked around to the front, seeing that it was neatly arranged, she asked him, "Are you all right?"

"Button it for me."

Fu Yanye continued to order.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help complaining in a low voice: "It's not like you don't have long hands."

Fu Yanye just looked at her straight.

Seeing that she was obviously very angry but still buttoned him obediently, the fire in Fu Yanye's heart was extinguished a little.

On her neck was still the hickey mark he sucked on her last night, and Fu Yanye saw her Adam's apple twitch.

Zhuo Jian inadvertently saw his Adam's apple move, and his hands trembled.

Fu Yanye's hot palm immediately wrapped her little hand, and Zhuo Jian reflexively looked up at him.

Fu Yanye immediately hugged her with the other hand, and the next second her eyes were dark, she was hugged and turned around, and fell firmly on the bed.

Before she recovered, her lips were already kissed.

Fu Yanye's hand immediately held her leg, and Zhuo Jian's painful forehead was covered with cold sweat, and he hugged his arm subconsciously: "No."

"Since you don't plan to fall on me twice, Zhuo Jian, why should I care if you want to or not?"

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes, and kissed her again after speaking.

Zhuo Jian's mind was suddenly sober, and Fu Yanye was taking revenge on her.

Just because of her words, he retaliated like this.

This man is really...

As soon as the aunt came up to the door, she saw the posture of the young couple on the bed, she immediately lowered her head and retreated to a place out of sight, and then called them: "Young Master, Young Madam, Mr. Jian is here."

Zhuo Jian's eyes were obviously relaxed, Fu Yanye looked at it coldly, and said lightly: "Mr. Jian, please wait a moment, auntie, close the door for us."

"Yes!"

The aunt didn't dare to delay, she quickly closed the door for them, and then went down to greet the guests.

Zhuo Jian immediately became nervous again.

Seeing the timidity on her face, Fu Yanye whispered, "I won't let you go anywhere you can't finish."

Zhuo Jian was so frightened that she couldn't help but clenched his strong arm tightly.

Fu Yanye didn't kiss her face again this time, but started to kiss her neck from behind her ears.

Zhuo Jian's heart beat faster and faster, and she didn't dare to take any risks, so she held his arm a little harder, her eyes looking at the roof were a little confused because of his kiss.

Fu Yanye was taking off her shirt, Zhuo Jian subconsciously followed up and stopped her, calling him: "Fu Yanye."

"What do you call me?"

Fu Yanye's sharp eyes looked at the pink color on her neck, and then he attacked the city and looted the pond in a leisurely manner.

Zhuo Jian felt like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. The more nervous she became, the more rational she became. She blurted out that sentence: "What if I'm willing to fall again?"