I don't deserve your love

"Jane, Jane?"

Zhang Mingmei failed to call her back.

"But where is he?"

She was trembling, unable to ask this sentence, and buried the phone deeply in her bosom after hanging up.

My heart hurts like a tear.

It was as if it was about to be pulled out abruptly.

In the bloody, torn skin, one hand firmly held the hot heart and pulled it out.

After that, her heart never returned to its original position.

For example, that night, she watched the crash news...

Dizzy, she stood by the window a little bit exhausted, leaning against the glass curtain.

No matter how beautiful the night scene outside was, it was already out of sight.

In the quiet space, she was swallowed by the night alone.

There was a sudden sound from the door.

Is it an illusion?

The glass curtain was lowered on her forehead, it was cool, and she became more awake.

Not long after, there was a ding.

Must be an illusion.

She turned her eyes against the glass screen.

Fireworks suddenly bloomed in the night sky outside, and a familiar figure appeared in her sight.

It's a dream.

how can that be possible?

She felt her heart being blown by the cold wind, fanning towards him.

He didn't move.

He closed the door gently and stood at the door looking at her?

Zhuo Jian couldn't see clearly, it was too far away.

"Zhuo Jian?"

Suddenly, in the quiet space, a voice broke.

He walked towards her, Zhuo Jian slowly raised his head, looking at the approaching person in disbelief.

She is nearsighted, she has astigmatism, not blind.

She watched him approach him like before.

He walked to the sofa with long legs, stopped, and sat on the sofa a little tiredly.

With his slender and bony fingers, he unbuttoned the top two buttons of the shirt, then put his hands on the armrest of the sofa, and looked at her with dark eyes.

Zhuo Jian felt something in her heart beating again.

Her heart, is it back?

She didn't know, she just looked at him dully, at this moment, she couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream.

However, it doesn't matter anymore.

It's him.

It must be him.

"You... sit down and talk."

He looked at her, not too pleased.

Zhuo Jian didn't know how she got there, but she quickly came to him.

She looked down at the person in front of her, and slowly raised her hand to hold his cheek.

"Fu Yanye, is it really you?"

She murmured, tears streaming down uncontrollably.

Fu Yanye looked at her with half-closed phoenix eyes, and held her hand: "What are you doing?"

"I knew you wouldn't die, I knew you wouldn't die."

She sat on his lap, broke away from his hand, hugged him tightly and couldn't help crying.

"Zhuo Jian, calm down."

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand to prevent her from hugging him, and looked at her suspiciously and coldly to remind him.

Zhuo Jian trembled, and it took him a long time to feel his strangeness.

He had never disliked her closeness.

But now, he looked at her like a stranger.

"Sit over there first. I know you're having a hard time right now, but you have to calm down first before I can talk to you about the next thing."

"Talk, what's next?"

Zhuo Jian was puzzled, but he forcefully grabbed her wrist and pulled her up.

"You sit over there."

Fu Yanye let her sit on the big sofa diagonally opposite him.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, she suddenly wasn't sure if what he said next was what she thought.

Was it what he said before the business trip that he would talk about it when he came back?

However, what seems to be wrong?

She stopped crying, but kept a distance from him as he ordered, and then looked at him questioningly.

Fu Yanye also looked at her. After a long time, he touched his dry lips and looked at the ring on her hand.

Why does it seem like a pair with him?

Or is it a coincidence?

He thought it must be so, then frowned and asked her, "When did you come back?"

When did you come back?

Zhuo Jian didn't understand anymore, she was always there.

"When... when did you cut your hair short?"

Fu Yanye looked at her, frowning more and more tightly.

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and she jumped up from the sofa suddenly, "Where did you come back from?"

"There was a small accident. From the hospital, do you know about your mother-in-law?"

"..."

mother in law?

Zhuo Jian was a little dizzy.

"Now that medicine is advanced, I will ask the best doctor to give her, don't worry."

Seeing that she seemed haggard, Fu Yanye spoke again.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian couldn't bear it even more. She looked around herself, and finally found the mobile phone. She picked it up and opened it to find the number.

Fu Yanye looked at her like that, and continued: "I also wanted to call you these few days. You should remember that we said before that you will never come back if I don't call you?"

"But my mother has left."

"..."

"long time."

Zhuo Jian broadcasted the number, put the phone to her ear, and looked at him in disbelief.

"Fu Yanye is back, please inform the elders in the old house, and prepare the car immediately, we have to go to the hospital."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, she was sure that he had lost part of his memory.

How could this be?

He still remembers her.

But when did he remember her?

Mother-in-law has an accident?

Could it be six years ago?

Zhuo Jian looked at him, feeling more and more unreal.

"What the hell happened? Something I don't know."

Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian with a bad feeling.

What did he miss.

"We have to go to the hospital."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, looked at him with comforting eyes, and spoke to him very seriously.

Fu Yanye didn't know why, but he sat in the same car with her, and it was still on the way to the hospital.

The person driving in front is Wang Rui.

Fu Yanye frowned and looked at the back of the head in front, "Didn't I ask you to take care of Ruxiang? Why do you obey Zhuojian?"

Wang Rui glanced at him in the rearview mirror, terrified.

How is this going?

When Zhuo Jian heard the word Ruxiang, she felt even more absurd.

He still remembered Lin Ruxiang.

Fu Yanye felt Zhuo Jian's questioning eyes, and looked at her in a blink of an eye: "You are very capable now? Not only will you change your image, but you will also poach Ruxiang's corner?"

Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say, she should be happy, but now she is very confused.

Fu Yanye doesn't like the current Zhuo Jian very much. She looks lonely and cold, not at all like the gentle and sensible Zhuo Jian who left three years ago.

Fu Yanye looked at her short hair, and suddenly some memories came to his mind.

"Call and tell Ruxiang that I'm fine."

Fu Yanye suddenly said again, to Wang Rui in front.

Wang Rui looked in the rearview mirror again, and drove the car in fear.

"Lin Ruxiang is gone."

Zhuo Jian said suddenly.

Fu Yanye turned to look at her again, with unfriendly eyes, "What did you say?"

Zhuo Jian also turned to look at him, "You may have forgotten something, don't worry, we will always be by your side, we will talk about it after you go to the hospital for an examination."

She was suddenly very calm and rational.

Fu Yanye frowned into Sichuan.

He forgot something?

What is this woman doing?

Finally arrived at the hospital, they got out of the car, Zhuo Jian walked to Fu Yanye's side: "I have already made an appointment with the doctor, let's go."

Fu Yanye looked at her, always feeling that something was wrong, and following the feeling, she led her inside.

In the elevator, there were three people. Wang Rui consciously stood in the corner. Fu Yanye also stood on the side, staring at the woman standing in front of her with dark eyes. She seemed to have changed a lot. She had lived abroad in recent years. bad?