I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye suddenly became quiet when he heard this, and his deep eyes just stared at her tenderly.

Moving?

He will touch her more in the future.

He wants to be a good husband, a good husband.

Thinking about it, Fu Yanye hugged her even tighter.

When Su Bai came to knock on the door, the two were still hugging each other.

Hearing the voice Zhuo Jian left his arms, she raised her eyelids, saw who was coming, immediately woke up, and sat down: "Brother Su Bai."

"good!"

Su Bai said with a smile, and then stood at the door: "Do you two want to sleep here tonight or what? Everything outside is settled."

"We're going back now."

Fu Yanye said.

Su Bai nodded: "That's fine, then we'll see you tomorrow. Is Little Sister Jian okay?"

He was still so playful.

Zhuo Jian nodded subconsciously: "It's okay."

"Then go back and rest early, good night."

After Su Bai finished speaking, he backed out again.

At the door, Zhang Mingmei was still waiting for him. Seeing him coming out, she followed him, but looked inside.

Zhuo Jian looked curiously at the girl who was following Su Bai, and couldn't help asking, "I haven't seen her before."

"Su Bai's people specialize in treating some strange ailments."

Fu Yanye said something lightly.

"Oh! Brother Su Bai, is there any problem?"

Zhuo Jian asked suspiciously.

Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes: "He is seriously ill."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was taken aback, but knew immediately that he was joking.

Fu Yanye called her: "Let's go, go home."

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian nodded and prepared.

Fu Yanye got up suddenly, took off his coat and wrapped it around her legs.

Zhuo Jian thought he wanted her to help carry it, but before she got up, she was picked up from the sofa by him.

Zhuo Jian was startled, and immediately put her arms around his neck, blushing and restraining her heartbeat, she said, "I can walk by myself."

"You hold down your clothes, my woman can't be seen by others."

Fu Yanye only reminded her once.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Immediately, I felt that it was, quite, the overlord.

What surprised her even more was that the hall on the first floor, which was like a battlefield at that time, was already very lively now.

It seemed that the bloodshed was just a fantasy of everyone.

This is, nightlife?

One moment someone's blood might be spattered on the spot, but the next second everyone is having fun again calmly.

Some people saw a tall man holding a woman on the stairs going down the stairs, and they all cast unusual glances at them.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously buried her face on the side of his neck, and murmured: "If I had known earlier, I would not have left here."

"It's good to go here."

Fu Yanye murmured ambiguously in her ear.

By the time the two of them went back to wash and go to bed again, it was already midnight.

-

Zhuo Jian originally booked a flight ticket for the next afternoon, but Fu Yanye had important work to do during the day and couldn't send her off, so she changed her mind.

In the morning, the two of them were tender in bed, Fu Yanye said softly to her: "How about I personally send you off tomorrow?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him: "Won't that delay your work?"

"I want to send you off."

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, very firm.

Zhuo Jian was a little flustered for a while, she didn't want to understand at the time, but she nodded reflexively: "Yeah."

Then she buried her face in his arms silently.

I will leave tomorrow, and I won't be able to see him for a while, she thought, she will definitely miss this embrace, the full sense of security, and the strong hormonal smell unique to men.

Unexpectedly, when he returned home at night, Zhuo Jian and Zhuo Jian's luggage were all gone.

He called immediately, but it took a long time for Zhuo Jian's cell phone to be picked up. He was a little unhappy: "Didn't I tell you to wait for me to see you off tomorrow?"

"In the old house, why are you so fierce?"

Wang Yue heard some impatience in his son's voice, so he asked him back angrily.

Fu Yanye breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Wang Yue's voice, and she didn't leave.

"She went to the old house?"

"Well! The person I went to pick up in person, she lives here tonight, you can pick her up tomorrow morning."

"Let her answer the phone."

Fu Yanye said.

"I'm playing chess with your grandpa, I'm not free, so I'll hang up."

Wang Yue was not very face-to-face, so he hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

The old man didn't take it seriously, but Zhuo Jian, who was playing chess, couldn't help but turned to look at her dear mother-in-law, "Mom, did our young master explain anything?"

"Hmph! He wants you to answer the phone, so ignore him. It's reassuring to be with him for a minute. You'll just stay in the old house tonight."

"..."

Zhuo Jian knew that Wang Yue was determined to stay here, so she couldn't say anything else.

"Jane, you're about to lose!"

The old man gave a high-profile reminder.

"what?"

Zhuo Jian's mind was full of Fu Yanye, and he couldn't concentrate at all. When he looked down at the chessboard, he was sure to lose.

"Don't be sad, you will win the next round."

The old man said again.

"..."

Zhuo Jian just wanted to end it quickly, and then went back to the room to give Fu Yanye a call.

But game after game, until eleven o'clock, the old man was tired and went to rest.

But Wang Yue was still sitting on the sofa with her, and told her: "Where is that kid tonight, I won't let him in, and I also confiscated your mobile phone. You can go upstairs to take a shower and sleep well." , the flight will take so long tomorrow morning, otherwise your body will not be able to bear it.”

Cell phone confiscated?

Zhuo Jian wanted to cry.

She just wanted to say a word or two to her husband, that's fine.

"Mom, can I just make a phone call and say a few words."

Zhuo Jian acted coquettishly.

"No, I let you sleep alone two days ago. See how many troubles you have caused? You even went to the bar last night and got into a fight. You are lucky that nothing happened. If something happens to you, what will happen to our big family? What to do? As in-laws, how can we explain to your deceased parents?"

"..."

This topic is a bit heavy.

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to put away her desire to recycle the phone.

Fu Yanye's car was parked outside his house, and for the first time his car was impassable.

After taking a shower, Zhuo Jian heard the sound of a car horn outside, and unconsciously stood at the window to look.

Looks like there are headlights on?

Invisible!

completely invisible.

She was so sad that she didn't know what to do, and wanted to go downstairs to have a look quietly, but in the end...

The housekeeper stood downstairs, saw her, and nodded respectfully: "Young Madam, do you have any orders?"

"Ah? That..."

Zhuo Jian was in trouble for a while, but seeing that there was no one else in the living room, she walked down silently.

The housekeeper looked at her with a smile, waiting for her to speak.

In fact, he also knew what she was doing downstairs.

Zhuo Jian blushed and whispered, "Uncle Wang, is Fu Yanye here?"

"Master, I didn't see it."

The housekeeper said to her in a very charitable manner.

"Oh! But I just heard a car horn sound like it."

Zhuo Jian said again.

The butler still smiled: "Young Madam, how can we not know that the Young Master is here? He must have not come."

"Then, can I go out and have a look?"