I don't deserve your love

"Didn't you wash it?"

"Needs to be washed again."

Fu Yanye walked up to her and squeezed her directly against the wall.

"cold!"

Zhuo Jian was suddenly blinded by the tiles behind her.

Fu Yanye extended his warm palms to her back, and looked at her wet lips, trying to keep her skin from touching the tiles as much as possible, and the two thin lips covered them desperately.

A piece of music that shouldn't belong in the room played, Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she immediately pinched his shoulder to remind: "Your phone is ringing."

Fu Yanye didn't care, just kissed her again, and quickly moved away from her lips.

Zhuo Jian lay on his shoulder sadly, her voice became hoarse, "There may be something urgent, you go to answer the phone first."

She just took a shower, and she didn't know if the foam on her head was washed off.

Fu Yanye didn't care about this, he just quickly picked her up.

Zhuo Jian hugged his neck reflexively, and asked him in a low voice that was about to cry: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing? You promised not to do it before the wedding."

"Can you believe what a man says?"

Fu Yanye's voice was also a little hoarse.

Zhuo Jian's skin was bitten by him, and his face instantly turned pale from the pain.

My heart is even more furious, what do you mean a man can believe such words?

Means, she believed wrong again?

The disturbing music outside stopped and rang, and finally Fu Yanye stopped irritably, put her down gently, and panted against her forehead and said: "Wait for me."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He took off a towel and wiped it off before going out.

Zhuo Jian came back to her senses not long after he left, and immediately ran to the door.

Anti-lock.

Fu Yanye only heard a loud sound of closing the door, and when he turned around, the door was already locked.

And the name displayed on the phone also made him frown unconsciously.

Wang Rui.

Fu Yanye picked it up: "Hello?"

"Yan Ye!"

Lin Ruxiang called him on Wang Rui's mobile phone, and after hearing his voice, he called him humbly and excitedly.

Fu Yanye frowned, and asked in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

"I want to give grandma a birthday present, Yan Ye, can you come out and meet me? I'll give you the gift and leave."

Lin Ruxiang begged him sadly.

Fu Yanye listened to her words, and then looked towards the bathroom, the more he looked, the more he felt something was wrong.

"Yan Ye?"

Lin Ruxiang couldn't hear his voice, so she called him again anxiously.

Fu Yanye came back to his senses, still indifferent: "No need, the relationship between the Lin family and the Fu family is not very good, we have no reason to accept your gift."

"What? The relationship is not very good? Yanye, we almost got married."

"You said you were almost there, Lin Ruxiang, don't come to Fu's house in the future, this is not the place for you."

Fu Yanye was about to hang up the phone, but suddenly put it back to his ear, and ordered in a deep voice, "Don't call again."

"Yan Ye, Yan Ye..."

In the carriage, Lin Ruxiang yelled with her mobile phone in her arms, but soon she was completely awake. Fu Yanye hung up her phone, and Fu Yanye rejected her again.

He treated her colder and colder each time.

Lin Ruxiang hugged the phone and pressed hard on his heart, suddenly felt a pain in his heart, as if he was going to die at any moment, then lay down in the back seat and sobbed.

Wang Rui sat in front and looked in the rearview mirror. When did she start crying again.

Lin Ruxiang was moaning more and more innocently, crying and asking: "What should I do to get him back? Do I have to die?"

Wang Rui held the steering wheel with a little more force.

She should be soberly aware that her death would not cause any pain in Fu Yanye's heart.

Lin Ruxiang raised her eyes and looked inside. She couldn't even see the house they were in in the huge courtyard, but at this moment she seemed to see Fu Yanye being entangled on the bed by Zhuo Jian.

The uncontrollable resentment in my heart must be that woman seduced him by relying on her young body.

But the real scene in the room is now...

Fu Yanye's tall and straight body stood at the door of the bathroom, his abdominal muscles were perfectly exposed outside the towel, and his powerful arms gently pressed against the door panel. Everything was perfect.

However, Lin Ruxiang mistook him for someone pestering him and locked him outside.

Zhuo Jian wiped her hair inside after taking a shower. Although she couldn't hear the movement outside, she knew he was standing outside the door, so she deliberately took it easy.

Fu Yanye heard the hair dryer rang, turned around and leaned against the wall, and waited silently.

She was always coming out anyway.

Is he still afraid that he won't be able to eat?

But 10 minutes later, the hair dryer stopped, and the people inside didn't seem to plan to come out at all.

Fu Yanye frowned, turned to look at the closed door, turned around, and whispered under the door: "Zhuo Jian, come out right away."

Zhuo Jian stood in front of the sink, clutching the edge with both hands.

let her out?

Then get cleaned up by him?

Zhuo Jian dared not go out.

I don't know if it was because of the hot water after taking a bath or thinking of something else. At this time, her skin is covered with a layer of powder.

If Fu Yanye sees her like this, she will definitely die.

"Let me remind you, I have keys to all the locks in this bedroom."

key?

Zhuo Jian straightened up suddenly when she heard the back.

Yeah, how did she forget that?

but……

Zhuo Jian walked to the door lightly, stood there and said in a low voice, "I don't want to do it."

Fu Yanye's heart skipped a beat.

Her voice was very low for those four words, but she was extremely stubborn.

Fu Yanye groaned helplessly, raised his hand to scratch his forehead, and asked her, "Why?"

"I do not like!"

Zhuo Jian said again.

"You come out first, let's talk slowly."

His ears were almost stuck to the door, which really didn't fit his personality as a big president.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to open the door for him, "How about we sleep on a bed and a sofa as before?"

"You come out first, I can't hear you clearly."

Fu Yanye frowned more and more.

How can a man want to sleep separately from his wife?

What about when she was them?

He can only think of one sentence now, that is, he should not be an ascetic.

He wants women.

The woman who wants to hide him inside.

"I can't go out, you keep breaking your promise."

Zhuo Jian lowered her forehead to the door panel, the more she talked, the more frightened she became.

She was afraid that he would not be able to control herself, and she didn't know how to get him to dismiss that idea.

"Zhuo Jian, I am your husband, a husband in need."

"For now!"

Only for a while.

After hearing this, Fu Yanye felt upset, "It's fine if you don't want to."

He really didn't think it was boring to force.

Until this door is separated from her.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian was slightly relieved.

The cell phone rang again just in time, he answered the call, and then went to the bathroom door wearing his clothes: "Su Bai asked me to drink, I'm going out."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She didn't dare to unlock the bathroom until she heard the door knock, and then poked her head out.

It seems that there is really no one outside?