I don't deserve your love

"Did Zhuo Jian talk nonsense to you?"

Ruxiang grabbed her and questioned her bitterly.

"She didn't say anything, I have eyes to see."

Fu Yanye reminded her, pushed her hand away, turned around and left.

Standing outside, Wang Rui immediately lowered his head when he saw Fu Yanye come out and give him a look.

Fu Yanye withdrew his murderous eyes, and walked away coldly and arrogantly with his long legs.

But Lin Ruxiang suddenly collapsed at the door.

Su Bai and Yan Zheng had some guesses about the conversation she had with Fu Yanye just now, but they were still not sure.

Lin Ruxiang turned his head, his eyes were full of tears but he still tried to smile at them, and asked, "Why is he willing to leave me? Why is he willing to make me so sad? Is he joking with me?"

Before Su Bai left, he told her: "We don't know much about you, but we did see Yan Ye wearing a wedding ring just now."

After Su Bai went out with Yan Zheng, he saw Wang Rui standing at the base of the wall, and Yan Zheng only said to him: "If I were you, I wouldn't let her pester other men again."

Wang Rui couldn't help laughing bitterly after hearing this.

He probably owed Lin Ruxiang in his previous life.

After everyone else had left, he walked over helplessly, and when he saw her sitting on the ground in grief, he leaned against the wall and quietly accompanied her.

Fu Yanye drove home, and the only sound in the huge courtyard was the wind.

The room was quiet and warm. After closing the door lightly, he quietly approached the bed with his long legs.

She had already fallen asleep, but she kept the warm lamp on his side.

Fu Yanye's slender body bent down, his long arms rested lightly on the edge of the bed, approached her face, and kissed her lightly.

The chaos and hypocrisy outside seemed to have nothing to do with him anymore, he quietly took off his clothes and lay beside her, taking her into his arms.

The night was long, and when he found her delicate body in his arms, he didn't have to do that.

Just seeing her sleeping so peacefully in his arms made him feel satisfied.

But when will she love him like she used to?

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When Zhuo Jian woke up the next morning, she only felt a sore neck. After she opened her long eyelashes, she saw a familiar chest. The heart is about to jump out.

When did he come back?

And he fell asleep so soundly after he came back?

Didn't mess with her at all?

How could she sleep in his arms?Did she get in by herself?

Zhuo Jian thought that she might have taken the initiative. After all, she had been obsessed with his beauty for so many years, so she wanted to leave quietly before he found out.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, the person was pulled back into his arms.

Fu Yanye hugged her from behind, his voice was hoarse, "Sleep for a while."

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to move, and replied, "I'll check my phone."

Fu Yanye continued to hug her and wanted to sleep for a while, Zhuo Jian stretched out his arms and went out to hook up the phone, heaved a sigh of relief and turned on the phone.

In fact, she didn't know what to watch, and no one sent her a message.

The hot body temperature on her back does not belong to her, remind her to be calm and rational all the time, and never mess with him.

In order to divert attention, she opened Weibo.

The above news about him made her click on it subconsciously.

Before the wedding, the president of the Fu Group broke up with his ex-girlfriend at a nightclub.

The photo was taken when he was holding Lin Ruxiang's shoulder, and it seemed that he was indeed inseparable.

Zhuo Jian suddenly understood that he was not going to see Su Bai yesterday, but Lin Ruxiang.

Last night Lin Ruxiang was waiting outside the old house in the rain. It wasn't the old lady who was waiting, but him. In the end, he was reluctant to let Lin Ruxiang wait outside. Did he still think that Lin Ruxiang was a terminally ill patient?So you hurt her so much?

What about Zhuo Jian?

He still hugs her now, but last night...

Zhuo Jian suddenly resisted and wanted to take his hand away from her body, but Fu Yanye suddenly leaned forward, resting his chin on her forehead, glanced at her mobile phone inadvertently, and then took his long arm out of the quilt, Holding her mobile phone to see the message clearly.

He was still holding her with great strength, and he reflexively refused to let the woman in his arms resist, but that Weibo made her face suddenly turn cold.

"It's not what it says."

Fu Yanye subconsciously explained to the woman in his arms.

"Can you let me go first?"

She was held so tightly by him that she could hardly breathe.

Fu Yanye looked down at her angry face, and reluctantly let her go slowly.

Zhuo Jian immediately sat up, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Fu Yanye immediately chased after him, "I said it's not what they wrote."

"You want to say that you and Lin Ruxiang haven't met? Is that photo composited?"

Zhuo Jian asked him back.

Fu Yanye frowned, the feeling of not being trusted made him very uncomfortable.

"That photo is real, but I haven't broken ties with Lin Ruxiang."

Fu Yanye let go of her, and put his hands on his hips unhappy.

Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this: "Oh!"

Oh?

Fu Yanye saw her walking by, heading for the bathroom. In view of the incident where she locked the door last night, he followed her.

Zhuo Jian stood at the door and turned to look at him, "Master Ye, I want to use the toilet."

Fu Yanye: "..."

"If you want to use it, please queue up."

Zhuo Jian stared straight at him, went in and closed the door from the inside, really locked.

Fu Yanye: "..."

The look in her eyes just now seemed to call him a scumbag, as if he didn't deserve to share a toilet with her.

Fu Yanye stood outside in annoyance, a minute passed, and she didn't come out.

"Fu Yanye, you go away."

Her voice came from inside again.

Fu Yanye didn't say a word, and subconsciously leaned against the wall, thinking that she didn't know whether he was gone or not anyway.

Zhuo Jian came out with great difficulty, and when she came out, she saw him still standing there, blushed with anger, and asked him, "Why are you so close?"

"How far do you have to go in line?"

Fu Yanye asked her back unhurriedly, with a strong sense of hostility in his eyes.

Zhuo Jian didn't care to talk to him, only reminded him: "Hurry up, I have to wash up."

Fu Yanye snorted, and walked in without closing the back door.

After Zhuo Jian heard the voice, he turned his head and glanced reflexively, and immediately reached in and closed the door for him in the next second.

The sound of closing the door is loud!

Fu Yanye snorted and laughed, suddenly feeling better.

But the next time the two are at odds with each other.

Zhuo Jian deliberately avoided him while washing, but Fu Yanye deliberately approached him.

While brushing her teeth, Zhuo Jian glared at him angrily in the mirror.

Fu Yanye looked at the tricky girl's face in the mirror, turned around and kissed her hard on the cheek.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She just washed her face.

Staring at him in disgust, he raised his hand and wiped it.

Fu Yanye watched, and leaned forward again while brushing his teeth.

With a toothbrush in her mouth, Zhuo Jian pushed his chest hard with both hands.

As a result, the toothbrush fell to the ground.

Then the face was still kissed tightly.

A face of toothpaste.

Zhuo Jian looked down at the toothbrush that was still vibrating on the ground, and looked up at him angrily. When she tried to speak, her mouth was full of foam, so she could only pick up the toothbrush, rinse her mouth, and then wash the toothbrush.

Seeing that she was so angry that she didn't scold him, Fu Yanye approached him unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Don't take it if you drop it on the floor, there are new ones in the drawer."

"If you drop something on the ground, you don't want it..."

Zhuo Jian turned her head and gave him another hard look.

Fu Yanye...

Does her look mean that even he is going to be lost?

Zhuo Jian washed her face again, while Fu Yanye slowly brushed her teeth beside her, watched her wash her face and immediately tore a piece of paper for her.

Zhuo Jian glanced at it in disgust, but still took it and wiped her face gently.

Fu Yanye handed her another skin care product, bottle by bottle, in the correct order.

After Zhuo Jian received it, she couldn't help but looked at him and said, "Young Master Ye is very familiar with women's things!"

"..."

Fu Yanye paused the hand holding the eyebrow pencil, and reflexively raised his eyes to look at the girl in the mirror who was looking at him probingly.

Her eyes were misunderstood again.

"Yes, I bought it for many women."

Fu Yanye said something lightly.

"I don't think I bought it for many women, but used it with them?"

"..."

As Zhuo Jian said, she took away the eyebrow pencil, but just when she was about to trace, her waist was suddenly lifted up.

"I think your mouth is, you owe a kiss!"

Fu Yanye held her face as he spoke, and looked at her delicate red eye sockets, his heart was so hot that his heart suddenly burned to death. When his black eyes saw her gentle lips, he couldn't restrain himself anymore, and his thin lips slid A kiss is a strong predator.

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