I don't deserve your love

The door was quickly closed, Fu Yanye walked to the living room, sat on the sofa domineeringly, and looked at the woman standing beside him with dark eyes, "Did you forget what you just said?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him.

What did you just say?

"No."

She lowered her eyes and naturally knew what he was referring to.

Fu Yanye put his long arms on the back of the sofa and looked at her expectantly.

Zhuo Jian suddenly felt a little restrained.

Please him, keep him happy, and she'll be able to see the kids.

She put her bag on the sofa next to her.

Now it seems that this place is all his.

She walked to his side, spread her legs and sat on his knees, put her hands on his shoulders, and kissed him with her eyes lowered.

Fu Yanye avoided it in disgust, and reminded with a frown: "I don't like this kind of atmosphere."

"What, atmosphere?"

Zhuo Jian asked him suspiciously.

"You should be very good at seducing men. Do you still need me to teach you?"

"..."

Facing his naked humiliation, Zhuo Jian endured heartbreaking pain to look at him, and for a moment didn't know how to speak.

"Forget it, since you are not sincere."

As Fu Yanye said that, he grabbed her waist and tried to push her away.

Zhuo Jian became anxious, immediately held his face, and kissed him no matter what.

"..."

I don't know whose heart seems to be jumping out.

Feeling the sweet taste, Fu Yanye moved her thin lips slightly.

Zhuo Jian's little tongue was a little clumsy, but his hands were very sharp, and he quickly unbuttoned his shirt.

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand, sucked her lips twice, and reluctantly let go, then looked at her with disordered breath: "I let you kiss me."

Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue with him, but wanted to continue kissing him.

But Fu Yanye threw her on the sofa: "Take yourself off first."

Zhuo Jian was thrown into darkness, but she quickly took off her sweater obediently.

Looking at her, Fu Yanye suddenly felt a surge of anger. He didn't care much, grabbed her wrists to prevent her from messing around, and lowered his head to suck on her slender swan neck.

Only the dark light was turned on in the room, and Zhuo Jian gradually became confused looking at the unfamiliar environment.

But thinking of the children, she hugged him tightly again.

The night and breathing are entangled, and in the wide sofa, it is unknown who will sink first.

He got up afterwards and told her before leaving: "See you tomorrow night."

"Why tomorrow night?"

Zhuo Jian shrank weakly on the sofa and asked him.

"The day after tomorrow? Or tomorrow next month?"

Fu Yanye's irresistible threat.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He left quickly, and she curled up on the sofa under her coat.

The soreness on her body was too late to worry about, and the several hickey marks on her neck were not covered by her long hair. She was extremely embarrassed and weak.

She hugged herself, a little exhausted.

He has the final say on everything, she is just at his mercy, even...

She felt like a machine for him to vent.

There were waves of chills all over her body, and she hugged herself tighter.

Outside the window are thousands of lights, but inside the window is dead silence.

After an unknown amount of time, the door was opened from the outside.

She huddled there already drowsy, and opened her eyes when she heard the movement.

Up to this moment, she still had fantasies about him bringing the children to meet her.

"Orange?"

She murmured, trying to open her eyes.

How could she forget? He became so heartless that he didn't even care about his own son.

It was Yuan Man, Chang Xia, and an aunt.

Auntie carried her bags and went upstairs, Yuan Man and Chang Xia brought her new clothes, "Young Madam, are you okay?"

"It seems to have a low fever."

Zhuo Jian murmured, but didn't care too much.

Later, when she was soaking her feet in a wide sweater dress, the aunt brought her a bowl of meat porridge and comforted her, "Young Madam, the young master only has you in his heart, he just doesn't know how to express it, give him some more time."

Zhuo Jian didn't have the energy to eat, so she put the bowl on the front table, leaned back on the backrest, and looked at the Chinese medicine in the bucket, she couldn't help laughing, he didn't have her in his heart.

It's just that since he won't let her see the children, why should he care if her legs are still healthy?

In the middle of the night, as expected, she had a fever again.

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The next day, it was raining lightly outside.

When she woke up, she was lying on a strange but warm bed, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Chang Xia's happy face.

"Young Madam, you finally woke up."

"Xia Xia."

Zhuo Jian yelled, but her voice was hoarse and she couldn't make a sound.

"Young madam, you scared me to death, and you have a fever again."

Chang Xia said.

Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly, then turned to look out the window, it was raining.

"what time is it?"

"After eleven o'clock, the station called and asked for leave for you."

"Ah."

"and also……"

"what?"

"The boss is here."

After Chang Xia finished speaking, she lowered her head, afraid that she would be unhappy.

Zhuo Jian was a little surprised to hear that he had come, what else did he come for?It must be disgusting to see her so haggard, right?

Zhuo Jian didn't speak any more, just looked out of the window silently, suddenly thought of the children, and then said again: "It's past eleven, where are the children?"

Fu Yanye should already be at work at this time, are the children alone at home?

"The children were taken to the company by the boss."

When Chang Xia said this, her voice was very low.

Until another week passed, she recovered and started to work again, and then received a call from Fu Yanye: "Come here tonight."

Zhuo Jian understood what he meant, and hung up the phone after agreeing.

It is said that this week he took his children to other places and finally came back.

After work in the evening, she went straight back to Shengyuan, and no one stopped her this time.

She went into the house.

The aunt said that the two young masters were too tired to sleep, so she went to the restaurant.

But when he passed the stairs, he still couldn't help but look upstairs eagerly.

"Mother."

Cheng Cheng was sitting in the baby chair and eating, when she heard the voice, she raised her eyes and immediately called her excitedly.

Zhuo Jian walked in, and stepped forward quickly after seeing Cheng Cheng.

"Take off your coat first, don't let the dirty things outside touch my son."

Fu Yanye ate with his head down, and gave her orders coldly and arrogantly.

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously, knowing that he had committed a cleanliness disorder again, so she obediently took off her clothes.

The aunt continued on the side, and then went to help her arrange the dishes.

Wearing a turtleneck sweater, Zhuo Jian went to Cheng Cheng's side: "Baby, Mom misses you so much."

"Mom hugs."

Cheng Cheng opened her small hands, and Zhuo Jian was about to hug him, so she hugged him out.

"Mom, Chengcheng misses you so much, where have you been?"

Chengcheng hugged her neck and kissed her, and asked her in a soft voice.

Fu Yanye just heard Cheng Cheng's words and knew that this kid was a double-faced man, and he was not so gentle when talking to him.

"Mom is on a business trip, how did our orange become cuter? How cute is it after eating?"

Zhuo Jian joked with him.

Chengcheng happily burrowed into her arms.

A pair of small hands habitually put somewhere.

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to hug him and turn his back to Fu Yanye, and sat down in the chair next to him, "Are you shy?"

Cheng Cheng blushed in her arms and said nothing.

The aunt prepared the bowls and chopsticks and said with a smile: "I keep calling my mother, I must have missed you."

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian felt hot, touched Cheng Cheng's little head, and asked him softly: "Then are you full? Mom, how about feeding you?"

Chengcheng nodded, very helpful.

Fu Yanye frowned, "You don't see him every day, what are you doing?"