I don't deserve your love

There were cold knives in her eyes, the kind that pierced his heart.

Fu Yanye reluctantly swallowed the meat, looked at the woman on Sheng Xin's body in a blink of an eye, and said in a low and deep voice, "I take the liberty to bother you."

Zhuo Jian lay on Sheng Xin's shoulder and turned to look at him, very strange and dissatisfied.

Sheng Xin glanced at Fu Yanye, knowing that Fu Yanye had been abused enough, and asked, "Boss Fu wants to leave first?"

"No, I would like to take the liberty to ask, when did you two expect your baby?"

Fu Yanye looked at Sheng Xin with dark eyes, and then looked at Zhuo Jian waiting for the answer.

"..."

Zhuo Jian also looked at him, but the resistance in her eyes was getting higher and higher.

That look, as if he said one more word, he was going to beat him up.

Sheng Xin kept smiling, touched Zhuo Jian's hair and said, "I've been working hard, but I was lucky that time. Her injuries haven't healed yet. It's because I didn't restrain myself that day. In fact, I've always felt guilty about it. .”

"What is there to feel guilty about? We have a pair of lovely babies. When they grow up, they will call us mom and dad, and they will eat and play with us. Our luck."

Zhuo Jian immediately looked at Sheng Xin, very upset that he said he was guilty and comforted him.

She has comforted her with such words many times, but she never tires of it.

Because, true love.

Fu Yanye watched Zhuo Jian lying on Sheng Xin's body, and before rushing up to pull her into his arms, he held the water glass next to him.

Did she do it on purpose?

Sheng Xin took Zhuo Jian's hand and explained: "No matter what, I shouldn't..."

"Why not? You don't want to go out and find other women while I'm not in good health. I won't give you a chance. "

Take the responsibility all on yourself.

Sheng Xin looked at her and couldn't help pursing his lips into a smile.

She is really a lovely good girl.

Zhuo Jian looked at him arrogantly, and soon smiled again, "I've finished eating, can we go home?"

Sheng Xin looked at Fu Yanye, "Then shall we say goodbye first?"

"Didn't I eat well?"

Fu Yanye picked up the chopsticks to pick up vegetables for himself.

Most of the dishes on the table were cold, he was always picky but he could still pick up the ones beside him and stuff them into his mouth.

"Oops, shit, I'm going to the bathroom."

Zhuo Jian stood up suddenly, took out two tissues and ran outside.

Fu Yanye's black eyes immediately followed behind her.

"She's still breastfeeding, so you should understand?"

Sheng Xin explained slowly.

The topic was a bit out of line for him, but he had to talk.

Fu Yanye naturally understood, what didn't he understand?

It's not that I haven't been a father before.

but……

Fu Yanye suddenly put down his chopsticks, once Zhuo Jian left, he didn't have to act anymore, "You stay here."

Sheng Xin: "What do you want to do?"

"You don't move until I come back."

Fu Yanye only left this sentence, got up and left.

Sheng Xin: "..."

It's okay for him not to move, but he's a little worried about Zhuo Jian.

Fu Yanye followed, and Zhuo Jian wiped her shirt with a paper towel. Although the color she wore today was not obvious, she still felt a little embarrassed.

Looking up again and seeing the bored self in the mirror, Zhuo Jian stopped, suddenly feeling powerless.

They did meet after all.

Seeing someone coming in out of the corner of her eye, she lowered her head and continued to wipe her heart.

Fu Yanye approached her, Zhuo Jian was tired from wiping, and saw him in a blink of an eye, and looked at him in shock: "Why did you come in? This is the women's bathroom."

"The women's toilet is inside, and it's public."

Fu Yanye's low and deep voice reminded her that his black eyes continued to look at her.

Zhuo Jian stared at his heart for a while, then walked out: "I'm going to find my husband."

Fu Yanye blocked her with a slight movement. Zhuo Jian hid a few times but did not dodge. She raised her eyes angrily and glared at him: "Why are you like this? I'm not your wife, why are you pestering me?"

Fu Yanye forced a smile at her childish question, and said softly, "Who says you're not my wife?"

"Is your wife dead? So when you see someone who looks like you, you think it's your wife?"

Zhuo Jian replied rudely.

Fu Yanye frowned at her dead word, and he looked at her with a sense of powerlessness.

He obviously wanted to catch her and ask her why she became like this.

He obviously wanted to tie her home and watch her carefully.

But now he is here to listen to what she said that his wife died?

"Chengcheng is not dead, how could she be willing to die?"

Fu Yanye spoke slowly for a long time.

Zhuo Jian's chest was hot, and when the tip of his nose was sore, his eyes also became hot, but he still glared at him: "I don't understand what you are talking about, I'm going to find my husband, get out of the way."

Fu Yanye grabbed her arm and squeezed it hard.

Zhuo Jian felt that his arm was going to be broken by him, and her heart was overwhelmed. She began to struggle hard, "What are you doing? Let go of me, or I will call molestation."

"You shout, I want to see who dares to let me touch my wife."

As Fu Yanye said, he dragged her directly in front of him, and stuck close to her.

At this time, he even hated, but he didn't know who he hated.

Zhuo Jian's eyes were red with anger, and her eyes were full of coquettishness, tears came down, and she muttered childishly wronged: "I want to find my husband, you bastard, let me go, husband, Ah Xin..."

She started to cry, crying so wronged that it was heartbreaking to hear.

Fu Yanye raised his hand to pinch her chin, and stared at her coldly with black eyes, squeezing out every word and sentence from between his teeth, threatening: "Don't call him."

Zhuo Jian cried even more fiercely, "Woo, I don't know you, why are you doing this to me?"

"I'm Fu Yanye, Zhuo Jian, don't pretend you don't know me."

When she was crying heart-piercingly, he was in so much pain that he said these words to her word by word.

Zhuo Jian couldn't open her eyes from crying, Fu Yanye raised her hand and held her face to wipe his tears, and murmured distressedly: "I know you hate me, but don't pretend to forget me, huh?"

Zhuo Jian slowly opened her eyes and looked at him, with fear in her eyes, forced to explain to him helplessly: "But, I really don't know you, I have amnesia, but I know who my husband is, I When I woke up, he was by my side, and we also have a pair of cute babies, they just had a full moon two days ago, really, I kid you not."

Fu Yanye looked at her, twitching in distress.

"I'm still breastfeeding, you saw that."

Zhuo Jian whispered in shame, her eyes drooped, she didn't see where her heart was, but she was pointing there.

Fu Yanye lowered his head, he naturally saw it.

He stared there, unable to move for a long while.