I don't deserve your love

The reporter took it.

Lin Ruxiang said: "Keep waiting for my call, I can't let this person live in peace."

Lin Ruxiang hated Zhuo Jian even more when he thought of Fu Yanye standing there so indifferently but ignoring her the day he fainted.

It seemed that all her illnesses were caused by Zhuo Jian.

The reporter left quickly, but when he waited for the elevator, he was quickly grabbed by the back of the neck and thrown into it.

The surveillance in the elevator had already been blocked, her throat was choked, her eyes darkened for a while.

"What does Lin Ruxiang want you to do to Mrs. Fu's young lady?"

"Cough cough..."

The reporter is a young man with a height of 1.8 meters, but at this time he is helpless, unable to speak even if he wants to speak, looking at the person pinching his throat, he doesn't know him at all.

When Wang Rui received Yuan Man's photo, he began to check those people. Finally, he found out that this person walked around with Lin Ruxiang a lot, so he immediately followed him. Unexpectedly, he really came to Lin Ruxiang.

"Miss Lin asked me to follow Mrs. Fu Jiashao, and report to her in time if there is anything, she will give orders from time to time."

"This time so many reporters blocked the TV station, is she also instigating?"

"Yes, she gave me money, and I will distribute it to those who follow me to surround Mrs. Fu."

Wang Rui used skillful force in his hand to throw the person out.

The reporter fell directly to the ground, clutching his neck while dying.

"Tell me your number. From now on, I will know every movement of her, unless you want to die here."

Wang Rui took out his mobile phone and looked at him threateningly.

reporter:"……"

The reporter saw that the surveillance camera on the top was blocked, and knew that he had met someone who could kill him, so he tremblingly reported his mobile phone number.

Soon Wang Rui left the elevator and called Fu Yanye first.

After hearing this, Fu Yanye said: "Understood."

Then he immediately called another subordinate and asked, "How is Mrs. Lin doing now?"

"It's very bad. Lin Ruxiang has been attracting customers, but the demand for the customers he has drawn is not high. In addition, Shen Lanxin is looking for someone in the Lin family. It seems that she wants to hollow out the Lin family."

"is it?"

Fu Yanye half-closed her phoenix eyes, becoming more and more dangerous.

"Yes, but Lin Ruxiang is very cautious. It seems that this person hasn't gotten any benefits yet."

"Then give him a hand."

Fu Yanye looked out the window with cold eyes, and slowly put down the phone after speaking.

Immediately, there was silence in the spacious office.

-

In the evening Zhuo Jian came out of the stage with Ouyang Ping after get off work, and Ouyang Ping asked her: "Does your husband let you out to drink?"

"Drink? Let's forget it."

Zhuo Jian thought about how uncomfortable she felt as if she lost her airs the next day after drinking, and felt that she really had to drink less in the future.

Ouyang Ping raised her eyebrows and muttered: "Everyone says your husband is a strict wife, but only I know that you are actually a strict husband."

"My main reason is that the wine quality is too bad, so I left."

Chang Xia and Yuan Man were waiting for her, so she got into the car after saying hello.

Ouyang Ping stood on the steps and watched her wave, and raised her hand too. After Zhuo Jian's car left, she went to the parking lot alone.

Fu Yanye doesn't like having a large family. Unless he is busy at night, he will find an extra aunt to help cook at home.

Zhuo Jian returned home and listened to the silence inside. After changing her slippers, she put her high-heeled shoes in the shoe cabinet, turned around and walked in.

There was no one in the living room, but there seemed to be movement in the kitchen, which was too far away to hear clearly, so she walked in.

A tall and straight man in formal attire was frying vegetables.

Zhuo Jian stepped forward, "Stretch out your hand."

Fu Yanye stir-fried with a shovel in one hand, and gave it to her with the other.

Zhuo Jian unbuttoned his cuffs, folded them up one by one for him, and then tugged them to make a shape.

Fu Yanye looked at it in a blink of an eye, and couldn't help but smile. She is especially pursuing these good looks now.

Of course, he likes it too.

Zhuo Jian lowered his head and only looked at the work in hand. After finishing the left side, he went to his right side, "Give it to me."

Fu Yanye stopped, gave her his hand and looked straight at her.

The way she rolled up his cuffs earnestly was really...

Delicious food.

But he touched some mess with his hands, so he didn't touch her, and only called her after she rolled up his long sleeves: "wife."

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him reflexively.

As soon as Fu Yanye lowered her head, her lips were stuck on her soft lips.

She still had lipstick on her lips, but he was used to it.

Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes moved, closed her eyes, and let him finish the kiss.

Because he was cooking, he didn't pester him for a long time.

Zhuo Jian slowly opened her eyes after he finished kissing, and Fu Yanye smiled at her: "Thank you for helping to roll up your cuffs."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, she raised her voice shyly, put her hands behind her back, turned around and walked out with her thin legs.

Fu Yanye continued cooking and making soup in a good mood.

Zhuo Jian wandered around the house but couldn't find Auntie and Cheng Cheng, so she went back to the kitchen, looked at him sideways and asked softly, "Where's your son?"

"Back to the old house."

"when?"

It's nothing unusual for the child to go back to the old house, but she thought that she hadn't gone back for a long time, so she should go back together.

"This morning."

Fu Yanye returned to her.

Zhuo Jian was a little disappointed and asked him: "Then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Fu Yanye turned off the fire and looked at her seriously: "I did it on purpose."

Those four words are very gentle, but it makes people feel that they are too much.

Zhuo Jian stared at him for a while, then smiled helplessly.

"ready to eat."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian nodded and went to help bring the dishes to the table.

Two people, three dishes and one soup.

"Why don't we go to the old house after dinner? I haven't seen grandma and them for several days."

Zhuo Jian proposed.

"eat first."

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and made a soft sound two seconds later.

Zhuo Jian picked up a spoon to serve the soup.

After dinner, Fu Yanye put all the plates and bowls into the dishwashing cabinet, and when he went out, he held a wine glass and a wine bottle in his hand.

Zhuo Jian was sitting on the sofa watching a funny old movie, feeling that he came and glanced at him in the blink of an eye, seeing that he was holding two wine glasses and dry wine in his hand, she couldn't help but look up at him: "Want to drink? I won't drink." .”

"Have a drink."

Fu Yanye sat down beside her.

"Aren't we going to the old house?"

Zhuo Jian felt a little thirsty looking at the wine, and wanted to be with her son even more before the business trip.

"Don't go."

Fu Yanye squeezed the wine bottle and filled their glasses with wine, gently put the bottle down and gave her a glass of wine.

Zhuo Jian took it and sniffed the name on the bottle.

Sure enough, it is the best in the world, and the taste is amazing.

Fu Yanye held his wine glass to her.

Zhuo Jian immediately pinched the wine glass and touched his wine glass lightly.

Even the wine glasses are super expensive, and they seem to be extra crisp when touched.

Zhuo Jian felt that the taste of dry white in his throat was not bad, very smooth.

Fu Yanye leaned back on the sofa, looked at the phone she was looking at, and couldn't help thinking, after all these years, you still like this actor.

She is a long-term lover.

It can be seen in many ways.

For example, the actor I like has always been like it, the color I like has never changed, and the scenery I like to see has always been in that place.

Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye, and couldn't help touching her hair again.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head when his hand touched the back of her head.

Seeing her like that, Fu Yanye grabbed her shoulders with his hands, hooked her into his arms, and kissed her forehead lightly with his lips: "It's just the two of us at home tonight."