I don't deserve your love

Just like that, she lay down against the head of the bed for a while, and it was him in her arms.

I don't know when he will come, nor when he will leave.

But the gentle hand stroked his black hair first, and gently stroked it.

Fu Yanye then pillowed her lower abdomen for a while, or should lie on her stomach lightly.

At 09:30, he woke up and saw Zhuo Jian looking at him when he looked up.

"morning!"

She made a low sound, her eyes were clear and determined.

Although he didn't know what she was determined to do.

Fu Yanye got up and leaned against the head of the bed with her, "Morning!"

It had been a long time since they had greeted each other good morning like this.

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him and asked him, "When did you come?"

Fu Yanye turned around and looked at her again, "It's past four o'clock."

Naturally, it was past four o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Jian looked at him and gradually let go of his eyes, and she was sure that it was not a dream.

Fu Yanye's black eyes kept staring at her until she turned and got out of bed, and he also half-lyed there looking at her back.

It's almost summer, and the clothes are getting thinner and thinner, and her lower abdomen will occasionally appear due to the floating fabric of the clothes.

Fu Yanye stared there until she turned around and asked him, "Are you going to the bathroom?"

Fu Yanye: "You go first."

Zhuo Jianjian unceremoniously took his clothes and went into the bathroom.

Change clothes, wash up.

Fu Yanye looked at the mobile phone on the bedside cabinet in a blink of an eye, picked it up and looked at it, it was getting late, so he also got up.

Zhuo Jian was brushing her teeth, when she heard the door opening and looked up in the mirror, her face flushed instantly.

Fu Yanye came in without wearing anything.

"bath!"

He only threw two words to her, looked at her in the mirror, and then passed behind her.

Zhuo Jian forgot to breathe, staring blankly at his perfect body walking away, her heart was beating like thunder.

Didn't you say she came first?

He turned on the shower, and people got in within two seconds.

what is this?

Wet body temptation?

Zhuo Jian felt that there was no need for him.

He only needs to move his fingers a little, and she can offer herself voluntarily.

Zhuo Jian wanted to finish brushing her teeth without distracting thoughts, so that she would not look at it randomly, but she still couldn't help but glance into the mirror, glancing at it one after another.

Finally, when the electric toothbrush stopped, she regained her senses dully, rinsed her mouth quickly, and after her skin care was correct, she hurriedly pulled out a facial tissue.

Later she went to Wang Yue's room. Wang Yue had just changed his clothes and was about to go out. When he saw her come in blushing, he couldn't help smiling and asked her, "What's wrong?"

"Mom, can I use your skin care products?"

"Use it, use it as you like, but... your husband is here?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian nodded, her face still flushed red.

Wang Yue looked at her more ambiguously, and reminded her in a low voice, "It's good for young couples to quarrel at the end of the bed, but you are two people now, everything should be done gently, understand?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian blushed and nodded.

"Go ahead, I'm going out to do some errands, maybe you two will be here at noon, let's go after dinner."

Wang Yue patted her on the shoulder lightly, and left.

Zhuo Jian then raised her hand and touched her face vigorously, it was really hot to death.

After Fu Yanye finished washing, he couldn't see Zhuo Jian's figure and went out. When he went downstairs, he saw that she was not there. Even the elders in the family seemed to have gone out. When he saw an aunt coming out, he asked, "Where is the old man?"

"Returning to the young master, the old man and the old lady went out shopping. Your father seems to have gone to the golf course, and your wife just went out not long ago. It seems to be some kind of fundraising event."

The aunt was very enthusiastic when she saw him, and answered questions actively and in detail.

After hearing this, Fu Yanye nodded, couldn't help but glanced at the kitchen, and asked a little cautiously, "Then, where is Young Madam?"

"Young lady? She hasn't, oh, come down, good morning, young lady, the young master is looking for you."

The aunt saw Zhuo Jian coming down the stairs and greeted her happily.

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to look at Fu Yanye. He changed his clothes, but he was still meticulous.

"Master and Madam, do you want to eat now? We will prepare it now."

The aunt asked happily when she saw the two of them.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed, and looked sideways at her walking towards him without taking his eyes off her.

Zhuo Jian walked up to him, "Are you looking for me? I just went to use my mother's skin care products."

Fu Yanye thought, don't I just go to take a shower?

It's not that I haven't seen it.

Zhuo Jian guessed the meaning in his eyes, looked in the direction of auntie in a blink of an eye, and whispered: "Then I'll go to the kitchen to have a look."

Fu Yanye watched her enter the kitchen with his hands behind his back in annoyance, entangled his finger that was not wearing a wedding ring, and followed silently.

The woman didn't know if the ring was on or not.

Zhuo Jian saw that her aunt had boiled the porridge, so she couldn't help serving a bowl first. Just as she was about to drink, she saw Fu Yanye coming in, her heart tightened unconsciously, and she asked him, "I'm a little hungry, can I have a drink first?"

Fu Yanye approached, stood in front of her, stared at the bowl of porridge in her hand, which had some diced fruit, and asked her, "What is that? Let me taste it."

Zhuo Jian was startled.

He asked so calmly that she didn't know how he wanted to drink.

Fu Yanye looked at her, "What are you doing in a daze?"

Zhuo Jian took out a spoonful and brought it to her mouth to taste, then turned to look at her aunt, "Auntie, please serve a bowl for the young master."

"Young master doesn't want me to serve him another bowl. Young master, it's your bowl that I want to taste."

Auntie smiled brightly in her eyes.

Zhuo Jian was nervous, and looked up at him again, seeing that he really didn't move without explaining, so she reluctantly took out a spoonful, "Hey."

Fu Yanye bent over and looked at her with her dark eyes until she brought the spoon to his lips in embarrassment.

It's diced yellow peach, and it tastes good.

Fu Yanye straightened up, still looking at her with black eyes, and said, "The taste is very ordinary."

Zhuo Jian's face was tight and uncomfortable, and she said in a low voice: "Then don't drink."

After speaking, he took his own bowl and sat down at the dining table.

Auntie saw that Fu Yanye's eyes had been fixed on Zhuo Jian, and thought that the young master was just a wife-watching maniac, so she didn't disturb them and quietly made breakfast for them.

The chef prepared new side dishes and main dishes, and this meal was their breakfast.

When the breakfast was on the table, Fu Yanye sat down opposite her, first took a piece of scallion pancake and stuffed it into his mouth, and thought it tasted good, he chewed it slowly and leaned back in the chair to watch her eat.

She seemed to have a good appetite, and she ate slowly, but she didn't stop talking.

Zhuo Jian ate for a while, and she couldn't stand being stared at before raising her eyes, "Do you have something to say?"

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye raised his eyelids, as if he didn't understand what she meant.

"Otherwise, why do you keep looking at me?"

Zhuo Jian continued to ask him.

Fu Yanye smiled lightly and asked her, "Are you afraid to see it?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt that there was no way to communicate with him, so she lowered her head to eat, and the aunt who was cleaning soon ran down from upstairs, "Young Madam, please call."