I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye slept directly on the sofa afterwards, and when he woke up, he felt a pain in his head.

The slender and skinny hand touched the top of the head, and then a black object appeared in sight.

A very delicate black bag, not too big, it can hold a mobile phone or something.

And it looks familiar.

like...

His wife's?

Wife?

Isn't she abroad?

she……

came back?

Fu Yanye sat up from the sofa slowly...

But there was no one in the living room, when did she come back?

Fu Yanye suddenly felt something was wrong, could it be...

She came back yesterday?last night?

Fu Yanye looked at the bag in his hand, and then glanced at the empty wine bottle and glass on the table for a moment. After drinking too much last night, he was upset and didn't want to go upstairs.

Because as soon as he went upstairs and saw the empty big bed, he would think of her.

Her body was delicate and soft, but she was not in his arms.

And she is always so cold and wise.

Fu Yanye doesn't like her like this, but if she comes back, then now...

The person jumped up from the sofa suddenly, his legs were long enough, and he ran upstairs in almost a minute.

The door was pushed open from the outside with a bang.

There was another person asleep on the bed.

He heard his heart pounding, especially hard.

Is she really back?

Startled by the knock on the door, Zhuo Jian sat up, looked listlessly at the man standing at the door, "You're back."

Fu Yanye looked at her, her image is really not good now, but...

His legs moved, and then he clasped his hands unnaturally, and then said lightly: "Yes."

Seeing that he was not moving, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but asked him again: "Why are you standing there?"

Fu Yanye glanced at her again. They had a quarrel and they haven't seen each other for so long. What does she mean by asking him like this now?

Fu Yanye moved his long legs forward, very far-fetched.

But at last he made it to the bed.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him: "What's wrong with you?"

"When did you come back?"

Fu Yanye looked at her and asked.

"It was seven o'clock last night."

Zhuo Jian said.

Seven o'clock last night?

She came back so early?

"Then why didn't you call me?"

"I thought you'd come back for the night!"

Zhuo Jian looked at him, feeling a little sad suddenly, he didn't come back last night?

"I came back last night, just didn't know you were upstairs."

Fu Yanye immediately explained, but the look in her eyes was still unpredictable. Zhuo Jian raised her head and felt a little dizzy. She raised her hand and touched her neck. Dizzy, probably because of the jet lag, can I have another sleep?"

"..."

Fu Yanye frowned.

"Wake up and talk."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she fell down again.

Fu Yanye frowned even tighter, she only occupied a small place on the bed.

Sleeping on the sofa is actually uncomfortable, and he feels that he didn't sleep well either.

but……

Her face seemed to be flushed abnormally, and he subconsciously reached out to touch it.

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but she pretended not to feel it and continued to close her eyes, trying to make herself fall asleep quickly.

"You have a fever!"

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he touched her cheek again, and then directly stretched his hand into the back of her neck, his face became more and more ugly.

Zhuo Jian's face was flushed even to the point where he touched it.

"Don't sleep, I'll go find antipyretics."

"Hey, you can't take medicine indiscriminately now."

Zhuo Jian heard that he was going to get antipyretics, so she quickly got up again.

Fu Yanye looked at her, "Then which one to eat?"

"You can buy some antipyretic patches and come back. Don't rush to take the medicine."

Zhuo Jian reminded him.

Fu Yanye frowned and nodded.

Can't even take a medicine?

He was upset, why did that kid start torturing their husband and wife before he was born?

It was also tortured very hard.

Fu Yanye took his mobile phone and went out without even having time to change his clothes.

Zhuo Jian seldom saw wrinkles on his shirt, but when she saw the wrinkles on his back, she couldn't help being angry at where he spent the night last night.

bar?

In the middle of the night yesterday, a paparazzi photographed him and Shen Lanxin meeting at a bar. The editor wrote that although the two met for a short time, it could be seen that they had made an appointment to meet at night.

Then there is no text.

She wanted to lie back and sleep for a while, but her throat suddenly became very uncomfortable, so she found a nightgown and put it on, and went downstairs to find water to drink.

There was hot water in the kitchen, she took a clean cup and poured a cup, then took it out.

The water was still a little hot, so she quickly walked to the sofa and put it on the table before it got hot.

I was just thinking about blowing off my burned hand, but when I looked up, I saw an empty wine bottle, an empty wine glass, and...

an agreement.

She sat slowly on the sofa, her eyes were calm and silent, she couldn't help reaching out her hand to pick up the agreement.

This was the first thing he gave her when she first returned to China.

Now look again...

He came back last night?

He just didn't know she was there, and he spent the night on the sofa.

Zhuo Jian quickly made a judgment from the empty wine bottle and the agreement.

Is he going to bring up the matter of divorce again?

In the past few days, she felt that he was angry, even if he had an affair with Shen Lanxin, it would only make her angry, wouldn't it?

There is still only her signature in the lower right corner, he...

There was a sudden ding of the door, she was interrupted from thinking, and saw him coming back from the outside in a blink of an eye.

Fu Yanye walked in, "The staff downstairs went to buy it for me, and it will be delivered later."

Zhuo Jian turned around and sat there again, and slowly put the agreement back.

Fu Yanye approached, and seeing the agreement being put on the table from her hand, she frowned unconsciously.

Forgot to put it back!

No, to be precise, it should be forgotten to destroy.

"How did you get down?"

Fu Yanye walked over and sat beside her and asked her.

Zhuo Jian laughed, seeing the tension in his eyes, she only said softly, "Thirsty."

Fu Yanye looked at the cup of steaming water, clasped his hands together, and gently touched the ring with one hand.

Zhuo Jian also bowed her head and became silent.

Obviously two people are at home, but the atmosphere is...

It was as if he had returned to that night, the night when she first came back.

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, they clearly had a wedding, exchanged rings, and agreed to live forever in front of so many people, did he regret it?

So fast?

Zhuo Jian began to feel nervous and apprehensive. If she loses this marriage and his warm chest just because of one sentence, she will sleep alone in the future...

Zhuo Jian's eyes gradually became a little eager, a little unsure, and whispered, "Do you regret it?"

"what?"

Fu Yanye raised his eyes and met her unconfident gaze.

"Marry me."

Zhuo Jian also clenched her hand.

Fu Yanye stared at her calmly until her heart was beating wildly.

Fu Yanye stretched out his long arms, took the agreement, and then tore it in half in front of her, and then in half again.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She originally thought that this would become a souvenir for both of them in a few years' time.

It turns out that it can be shredded.