I don't deserve your love

"what are you saying?"

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she was a little confused because of his approach.

"Won't you understand what I said?"

Fu Yanye searched in her foggy eyes, and asked in a low and deep voice.

Those days and nights when he was supposed to be by her side, but another man was guarding her.

"I don't understand."

She was innocent and pitiful like a frightened little house sparrow.

Fu Yanye pinched her chin and moved closer to her, close enough to see her thick eyelashes clearly.

Zhuo Jian gasped in fright and dared not breathe, her lips moved slightly inadvertently.

Fu Yanye was extremely disappointed at first, but when he saw her pink lips, he suddenly forgot all anger, and his tall and straight figure was more inclined to her.

She is his.

Naturally, so were her lips.

Fu Yanye was about to kiss her when suddenly the cell phone in his trousers pocket rang.

His actions were interrupted, and Zhuo Jian took the opportunity to look away.

But just looking at her gentle profile and beautiful swan neck is enough to make his blood boil.

They have not had a relationship for more than a year.

He can even remember the exact number of days.

But she seemed to miss him at all.

Fu Yanye couldn't help but look at her again.

"Your phone is ringing."

Zhuo Jian twisted her neck to remind him softly.

Fu Yanye didn't answer the phone, but moved closer again.

Zhuo Jian closed her eyes forcefully in fright.

With just a slight movement of Fu Yanye's lips, he could touch her pink and hot skin. He even smelled the pleasant fragrance on her body, and for a moment...

Zhuo Jian closed her eyes, and immediately felt that her skin was caressed even more sensitively.

She slowly opened her eyes, knowing that he was touching her without looking.

The man's tall body leaned forward, his dark eyes lingered on the face of the woman in front of him, and his slender and warm fingers stroked her cheeks, all the way to her neck.

Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly missed a beat.

Fu Yanye's hand left her, looking at her forbearance and restraint, her thin lips moved slightly, but she just straightened up.

"Eat it yourself."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, he had already left.

She turned around and looked outside, his tall body had no nostalgia, or he was extremely disappointed, and left her.

Zhuo Jian choked up, and sat down silently again.

It didn't seem to matter who called him. The important thing was that they wouldn't have to see each other again for a month.

She slowly calmed down the anger in her chest.

How could he tease her like that?

She had already separated him from her world.

From that day on, they said he was him and she was her.

Zhuo Jian looked down at the food on the table, and when she picked up the chopsticks, she held the chopsticks hard, but she couldn't stretch them out.

Why does she want to eat the rice he cooked?

Seeing Fu Yanye leaving, the auntie came in to take a look. Zhuo Jian picked up the plates and walked to the trash can, and dumped them all into the trash can.

"This……"

Auntie watched from behind, not daring to say a word, because her face and her brows were full of determination.

Auntie couldn't help thinking, why did the couple suddenly become stiff again?

She always thought that her young master would definitely be able to coax the young lady well, and she would soften her heart after not coaxing the young lady a few times.

They were so ambiguous and charming just now, why did they go their separate ways all of a sudden?

After nine o'clock at night, when she was going to soak her feet after taking a bath, she saw Yuan Man standing at the door with her mobile phone in her hand again, and raised her eyes and asked her, "Do you want to take pictures again?"

Yuan Man smiled awkwardly and politely.

"We just had a quarrel, he shouldn't need to watch it tonight."

"..."

What?

Madame knows that she took pictures to show the boss?

Yuan Man lowered his eyes guiltily.

-

Life is day after day, without him, I don't know how comfortable it is.

After get off work at noon, I asked Ouyang Ping to choose a birthday present for the old man. Ouyang Ping asked her, "Do you still want to leave now?"

"The bodyguards are under surveillance for [-] hours, how do you leave?"

Zhuo Jian asked hopelessly.

Ouyang Ping's hand holding the purple clay pot froze, and seeing how desperate she was in a blink of an eye, she couldn't help but put her arms around her shoulders, and said in a voice that both of them could hear, "seriously, since we can't do without, it's better to empty him out." .”

Zhuo Jian also glanced at her and shook her head helplessly.

"Really, anyway, he thinks you and the child are his property, so why not take this opportunity to get more money."

"..."

It turned out that this was hollowed out.

Zhuo Jian reacted, raised her throat in embarrassment, and looked aside in embarrassment.

A very delicate little purple sand pot.

"Hey, did you hear what I said?"

Seeing that she was not taking it seriously, Ouyang Ping asked her.

"Well, I heard you."

Zhuo Jian agreed with a guilty conscience, and then took a look at the purple clay pot.

The old man loves this kind of thing very much. Looking at the price, although it is a bit difficult, it is okay to be frugal.

Ouyang Ping also took a look at the price, but thought that for a family like the Fu family, it would not be appropriate to give away cheap goods, so she ignored it and just asked her: "You can ask Fu Yanye to make up for it after the money is over."

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously.

"His grandfather, besides, you only earn a few million a year, but Fu Yanye's business can be several hundred million every minute."

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian shook her head helplessly, but remembered a serious matter, and asked her: "If you are free for a while, please share more."

"Ok?"

"It's probably cold, and my arms are a little stiff."

"If you want me to tell you, don't write other manuscripts, or your shoulders will be crippled sooner or later."

"It has to be done before it's abolished."

"That's why I said you should get more from Fu Yanye, so you don't have to work so hard yourself. If you mutilate yourself, you will suffer."

"Do you think Zhao Ran will catch up with him?"

Zhuo Jian asked suddenly.

Ouyang Ping looked at her like a monster, and couldn't help but pat her on the back: "Are you crazy? Are you really going to push other women to him?"

"I'm not clean and upset."

As Zhuo Jian said, she asked the staff to wrap it up for her

"Zhuo Jian, I really suspect that you have lost your mind."

Ouyang Ping complained about her.

Zhuo Jian didn't take it seriously, just reminded her: "Don't forget to share more work for me recently."

"Isn't it just a few celebrity gossips? I'll do it if I come, but baby, can you be sober, your husband obviously won't divorce you, anyway, he wants to occupy you and keep entangled with you." Qing, why do you have to tell him clearly?"

"It's not that I can't support myself, nor can I support my son."

Others thought that she couldn't support her son by herself and had to rely on the Fu family.

In fact, she is not so inferior.

Hard work pays more, and she will be fine when she is pregnant with twins.

"Forget it if you're really stupid. Isn't your body like this because of him? You have shoulder pain or ankle pain all day long, plus a tendon inflammation. I suspect that you will have to live in a wheelchair when you get old. , and you don’t even have the strength to hold a bowl by yourself, and when you meet a bad nanny who will kill you, I’ll see what you do.”

"..."