I don't deserve your love

"She will have her own future!"

Fu Yanye suddenly said indifferently.

Yan Zheng doesn't understand, a dying person!What future could she have?

-

At the same time, Zhuo Jian received a call from Li Yuqing. After Li Yuqing said something, he asked her, "Do you believe me?"

"Believe it! But Yuqing, she is indeed terminally ill!"

Zhuo Jian knew that Li Yuqing would not lie, but Fu Yanye would not use that kind of thing to trick her into divorce.

"So the reason why she went to drink was because she gave up on herself?"

Standing in the living room of his apartment, Li Yuqing was suddenly very suspicious of that woman.

"Or!"

Zhuo Jian thought, there should be no other reason.

Ruxiang should be paying attention to her diet for a long time, and the doctor forbids her to touch those irritating things, so she may have sneaked out to drink behind everyone's back.

In addition, she and Fu Yanye did not divorce today.

After Zhuo Jian figured it out, she stopped bothering others, hung up the phone with Li Yuqing, and then went to take a shower and sleep.

-

Someone knocked on the door of her house very early the next morning, Zhuo Jian checked the time, and then went to open the door.

She only saw a tall and thin figure, without saying anything, he held a bucket of things and raised it towards her.

Zhuo Jian didn't see it clearly, but just dodged aside reflexively.

All the contents of the bucket fell on the ground, and some splashed onto her lap.

Then there was a pungent smell of paint, Zhuo Jian looked at the person in disbelief.

Seeing that he had failed, the man stepped forward to put the barrel on her again.

When Zhuo Jian saw the silver bucket above his head, his eyes went dark.

"what!"

The man was suddenly kicked hard from behind, and he fell directly into the bucket of red paint that had just been spilled on the ground.

Zhuo Jian pressed her heart, her face was already pale with fright.

When she remembered that she had been saved, the person who caught her eyes made her unconsciously relieved: "Fu Yanye!"

Fu Yanye walked up to her with a serious expression: "Are you injured?"

Zhuo Jian shook his head dully, already dizzy and unable to see clearly.

But that person also got up quickly, and ran out after a while.

Fu Yanye didn't go after her, but just looked at the floor of her room and frowned.

Zhuo Jian's heart was still beating like thunder, she didn't expect that he would come, let alone that she would be rescued by him one day.

"How did you come?"

Zhuo Jian asked weakly.

Fu Yanye didn't answer her, but just grabbed her hand: "It's not safe here, don't stay here!"

Before Zhuo Jian recovered, he pulled her and realized that his legs were weak and he was about to fall to the ground.

Fu Yanye turned to look at her, saw her face was as pale as paper, and immediately picked her up from the ground in the next second.

The door was closed, and the smell of paint in the whole room was blocked.

But she was still thrilled by the near miss just now, unable to calm down.

Zhuo Jian didn't know why someone suddenly came to do this kind of thing to her. She hadn't offended anyone during her return to China, and her colleagues were still in harmony. The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more afraid she became. Spotted?

Fu Yanye took her to his house and carried her directly upstairs to the bedroom.

She stood leaning against the wall, watching him dumbly as he took a pajamas from the closet and stuffed it for her, and said to her, "Go take a shower."

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, a little puzzled.

"It smells like paint!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian remembered his cleanliness, and silently took his clothes and went to the bathroom, but when he went in, he suddenly squatted on the ground limp.

Who the hell is going to fix her?

Zhuo Jian thought of the red paint in front of her eyes just now, and the hatred on the man's face, her heart beat harder and harder.

Fu Yanye went to the bathroom in the next room to take a shower, and when he returned to the bedroom to change his clothes, he made sure that he didn't smell strange, and then looked into the bathroom again.

"Zhuo Jian!"

The knock on the door woke her up, but her voice became hoarse: "Oh!"

"Come out after washing!"

Fu Yanye gave orders.

"it is good!"

Zhuo Jian agreed, but stuck to the door without moving.

Fu Yanye turned around and went out again, and reset the door password.

Zhuo Jian came out again more than half an hour later, wearing his pajamas.

Fu Yanye only took one look, and felt his stomach tighten.

Zhuo Jian still stood against the wall: "I want to sit for a while!"

"Ok!"

Fu Yanye agreed, standing at the door and moving silently.

Zhuo Jianjian was going to sit on the sofa by the window, and Fu Yanye started to move now. He walked up to her with long legs and pushed her to sit on the edge of the bed: "Just sit here, I'll get a hair dryer to help you Blow your hair."

Zhuo Jian stared blankly at him as he went into the bathroom again, but he was still weak.

She never thought that she was so timid, and she was obviously a person who had faced life and death.

Fu Yanye carefully blew her hair. She pressed her forehead against his body a few times, but then left quickly. Feeling her deliberation, Fu Yanye directly pressed the back of her head, letting her forehead touch him. Strong Belly: "Stop!"

Zhuo Jian felt a pain in her neck, and obediently lowered her head so close to her.

Fu Yanye quickly dried her hair, but it was a little disturbing to see her messy hair after blowing.

Looking at his expression, Zhuo Jian guessed what was going on, but just as she was about to reach out to comb, her hand was grabbed, and then she was carried on his stiff shoulders again.

She was placed on the sink in the bathroom, and Fu Yanye took a comb to comb her hair.

His skills were not good enough, and Zhuo Jian was in so much pain that she was about to burst into tears after a while. Fu Yanye grabbed her comb and held her face, and ordered: "Teach me!"

"I'll do it myself!"

"Teach me!"

Fu Yanye continued to ask persistently.

"Press the hair on top!"

Seeing the coldness in his eyes, Zhuo Jian didn't have the energy to argue with him anymore.

Fu Yanye pressed down on her hair, although it still hurt her several times, but after 2 minutes, the abusive combing finally ended.

Seeing her hair finally smoothed out, Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows, and then went to hug her again.

Zhuo Jian held his strong shoulder with one hand: "I can go by myself!"

Fu Yanye stepped aside.

It's just that when she was about to jump, she was still grabbed by him, under the armpit.

Zhuo Jian looked at the man who was much taller than herself in panic, Fu Yanye frowned: "It's not a child, but it's still reckless."

Zhuo Jian insisted on going downstairs to the living room, and thanked him while sitting on the sofa: "Thank you just now!"

Fu Yanye sat on a single sofa and touched her lips to look at her. Was she going to faint from fright at that moment?

Still overestimated her courage!

But that person, really, damn it!

"You lived here recently, it's safer here."

Fu Yanye said.

"No! I can go to a hotel."

Zhuo Jian also felt that the home was not safe, but how could she live with him again.

"It's written in the divorce agreement that this house will be given to you."

"But we're not divorced yet!"

"Then I can't let you go!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian's clear eyes looked at the man sitting across from him, thinking that if I don't leave, I will ask you to bite me back tomorrow?