I don't deserve your love

"You are wrong, it is Yan Zheng's competition."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone and muted the phone before putting it away.

Zhuo Jian was in the small kitchen downstairs with her mobile phone, and called Sheng Xin. Sheng Xin answered quickly, and she asked, "Are you okay?"

"I've encountered a little trouble, but it's okay, how about you? I heard from Ouyang Ping that you're back in Taiwan again, don't you plan to leave?"

"I can't help it, Sheng Xin, let's stop contacting."

Zhuo Jian thought that Fu Yanye had already started to trouble him, and she felt that it was time for them to end their contact.

Originally, it wasn't supposed to be a warm relationship.

She was very grateful that he had always stood by her to encourage her when she was most desperate, and gave her the strength to support her, but he had hidden Chengcheng for too long, so long that she felt that he was dangerous.

"What if I say I can take you guys away? You and the three kids, all of them."

Sheng Xin said.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian looked up in the mirror in surprise.

"Give me a few days, during which time you don't want to make any changes to Fu Yanye."

"Do you really have a way?"

Zhuo Jian doesn't trust him much now.

Because he said this when she was in the hospital before, but suddenly disappeared again.

Although it was said that Fu Yanye had something to do with his disappearance in those few days, it didn't mean that he was reliable.

If accidents happen at any time, then she and the child cannot be sure that they can leave smoothly.

"Yes, a week at most."

Sheng Xin said.

Zhuo Jian listened, and couldn't help but want to take a gamble, "Okay, I'll wait for you."

"Your phone must be in your hands."

Sheng Xin reminded her.

"Well, then I'll hang up first."

Zhuo Jian agreed and glanced at the door.

She locked the door, but she just felt that he seemed to be outside.

As expected, when she hung up the phone and opened the door, Fu Yanye was really standing at the door.

"Sheng Xin's phone number?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a low and deep voice.

Zhuo Jian remembered what Sheng Xin said to control his mobile phone, immediately put the mobile phone in his pocket, and answered as calmly as possible: "Yes."

At this time, of course she knew, don't make him anxious.

Otherwise, not only the phone, but even her would be half disabled.

Seeing how guilty and scared she was, Fu Yanye smiled lightly, stared straight at her with increasingly drunken eyes, slowly took her somewhat cold soft hand, and said to her tenderly: : "Call again next time and ask him if he doesn't want to know where that woman has gone."

"what?"

Fu Yanye smiled: "A woman stole his seed and hid it."

"..."

"I did help out, but baby, he deserves me."

"..."

But that time Ouyang Ping clearly said that something happened to Sheng Xin's company.

Now it seems that it is not a company, but a private person?

She thought Ouyang Ping wouldn't lie to her, so Sheng Xin lied to Ouyang Ping, but in this way...

Zhuo Jian didn't know why, but she was a little happy.

When I looked at Fu Yanye again, I felt angry, but it was a little funny.

Did he do her a favor?

Until she felt that her hand was getting warmer, she lowered her head and saw his ring-wearing hand warming hers, and her clear eyes looked at him again: "It's good, it's really good."

She said it from the bottom of her heart.

Fu Yanye suddenly couldn't see her through.

She is not angry?

He's not quite sure.

But I secretly rejoiced in my heart.

Doesn't the fact that she is not angry prove that she never loved Sheng Xin at all, and she has nothing to do with Sheng Xin.

She just wanted to use Sheng Xin to push him away.

Fu Yanye couldn't help but clenched her hand again, but Zhuo Jian suddenly pulled it away, and walked around him to the door.

"Boss Fu, you should go."

Zhuo Jian walked to the door and opened it.

The bodyguard outside watched the door open, and looked in reflexively.

But nothing could be seen, and the door was suddenly closed from the inside.

And inside the door, Fu Yanye dragged Zhuo Jian to the door panel, leaned against the door with one hand, and squeezed her chin with the other, "Who said I'm leaving?"

Zhuo Jian didn't have any negative emotions this time, looking at the drunkenness in his eyes, she asked him gently: "Then do you want me to go? It's so late, aren't you afraid that I'll get sick?"

"I'm afraid you'll get sick? How can you get sick when I'm here?"

Fu Yanye said, lowering his eyes, two thin lips were about to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian turned her face sideways, smelling the alcohol smell in his breath, pressed her hands against the door panel, without distracting thoughts, and whispered: "Fu Yanye, love really has a shelf life, I just don't love you anymore."

Fu Yanye's hand lost the warmth of her chin, and it was also on the side of her shoulder. His black eyes drooped, and he could only feel her indifference and existence at such a close distance.

"When does it begin?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice.

Zhuo Jian looked sideways at the bonsai, thought for a while, and replied calmly, "It wasn't when the child who died instead of Cheng Cheng left. Later, I thought, it should have been earlier, when I knew my father begged you for help. And when you can't be saved, it should be then."

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just quietly thinking that when he went to find her, everything was fine, but she suddenly knew the truth.

Damn Lin Jiaoyang and Shen Lanxin.

But those two people are now living a life worse than death, no matter how much he hates and resentment, he will not care about it for the time being, but his eyes are lifted slowly, and when he looks at Zhuo Jian, he finds that she is a little colder.

"There have been too many unpleasant things between us in the past few years. Every time this happened, my feelings for you would decrease by one point, and then, until today, there is nothing at all."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned her head slowly, looked up at him again, and looked into his eyes as dark as an abyss.

"Then why are Chengli and Chengqing left?"

He squinted into her eyes, but couldn't see clearly.

"They are not only your flesh and blood, but also mine. When I knew they were coming, I firmly believed that I would give birth to them."

Zhuo Jian explained sincerely.

"You don't want to give them a healthy family? You don't want them to have a father and a mother?"

Fu Yanye didn't even dare to ask her if she didn't have a place in her heart, he only dared to ask this sentence.

She is too cold.

She is too sensible.

She is horrible.

He felt his heart being pushed away.

"Of course I want them to have the double love of father and mother. Of course I want them to have the love of many people. But if there are so many children in single-parent families, will all their lives be unhappy? Personality determines everything, I miss you My child will not be pessimistic."

Zhuo Jian said firmly.

Fu Yanye's straight back was arched a little, and he took a step back slowly, his lowered black eyes suddenly looked at her again, and asked her with difficulty: "What if I say, I love you?"

"you love Me?"

Zhuo Jian's clear eyes looked up at him for a long time, and for some reason, she asked these three words uncertainly with a hoarse voice.