I don't deserve your love

"If you really don't like it, just keep it longer."

The girl's voice was gentle and gentle, the kind that could be easily bullied.

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The voice inside continued to ring, and the shopkeeper baidued the word Zhuo Jian, and suddenly some memories overlapped.

It turned out that they were really a couple.

Moreover, it has been reported several times on the Internet that they are going to divorce.

Why do you look like you are not in love?

More than ambiguous.

The shopkeeper glanced inside again, then walked to the door silently to close the door, and stood outside to blow the cold wind for a while.

The most difficult thing in the world is emotion.

He lit a cigarette, then looked at the luxury car not far ahead, but gradually fell into his past.

Zhuo Jian tried the temperature of the water and made sure it was suitable before washing the foam off his hair.

Her hands were also gentle and gentle, as if she was afraid of scratching him, so her strength was very light.

Fu Yanye wanted to sink a little bit.

This feeling is not real.

"Is it heavy?"

Thinking of the bruises on his brain, Zhuo Jian couldn't help asking him in a low voice.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye came back to his senses, but didn't hear clearly.

"I asked you if the strength is heavy, if it is heavy, I will lighten it."

Zhuo Jian moved closer to him, her voice was still as soft as before.

Fu Yanye suddenly opened his eyes and saw the person in front of him clearly.

She looks very humble in her current appearance, but he knows that she is definitely not like this in her bones.

She hid that rebellious little Jane.

His hand couldn't help but hold her wrist.

Zhuo Jian's movements froze, and the shower was still running down. She looked at him with a calm face, but a turbulent heart.

"Come closer and speak in my ear."

Fu Yanye's dark black eyes squinted at her to remind her.

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder, and he quickly escaped his wrist from his palm.

But the place where he held his wrist left a patch of red, which couldn't go away for a long time.

Fu Yanye felt her hand moving on his head again, but soon the water flow stopped.

Zhuo Jian put the shower head in place, then turned to get a disposable sterilized towel, and shook it off.

"Can you wipe it yourself?"

"The service must be in place, you come."

Fu Yanye lay still.

Zhuo Jian looked at his rambunctious appearance, and sighed inwardly, unable to refuse at all, obediently helped him brush his hair.

Later, he sat in front of the mirror again, and Zhuo Jian took a hair dryer and dried his hair herself.

He hated everything here.

But he cherishes everything that happened here.

Zhuo Jian found that the man in the mirror had been looking at her, and her mouth moved in embarrassment.

Fu Yanye's breathing was a lot longer because of her mouth moving.

At that moment he wanted to see her in his eyes.

In fact, he would prefer her to come to him, or sit on his lap.

I don't know if she has sat on his lap and blow-dried his hair before.

He thought that if there was, he would not be able to hold it.

That little girl has grown into a fragrant woman with a bit of spice.

Fu Yanye wanted to pull her into his arms, but in the end he just kept staring at her.

Zhuo Jian's short twenty to ten minutes was extremely tormenting.

She suddenly couldn't remember how the two of them came here.

And once he came in he got right to the point.

In fact, he could just threaten her to shave her head if she cut her hair again. In fact, when she got the haircut this time, she thought that he didn't like it, and she hesitated.

But in the end, emotion failed to overcome reason.

After the two came out, the boss turned his head and greeted them with a smile: "You two are done? Go slowly."

"Boss, I haven't paid yet, how much?"

Zhuo Jian asked with an embarrassed smile.

"I don't want to make money today. It's fate to know each other, so I don't need money. I wish you a happy husband and wife."

The shopkeeper nodded, then opened the door and went in, keeping the two of them out.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help looking back, the boss was still so distinctive.

Fu Yanye had already put on his coat, and held her hand again: "Let's go, it's really cold."

Zhuo Jian thought, the cold must be because you just washed your hair.

And it's so short.

but……

Did he cut his hair short for her?

Zhuo Jian couldn't help looking up at the back of his head.

Why is he doing this?

Will he still be so good after recovering his memory?

She had no idea, but at this moment, she couldn't help but hold his hand tightly.

Fu Yanye noticed this detail, stopped and turned to look at her.

Zhuo Jian was startled, and asked him with a blushing face, "What's the matter? Didn't you say it was cold?"

"It's not cold now."

He suddenly looked at her and laughed.

Zhuo Jian's heart gradually lost following his smile.

On the way home, Zhuo Jian couldn't help staring at him, she really didn't know how long he could last like this.

Sometimes she thinks, if only he was like this all the time?

But this is not the real him, he may also be suffering behind his back, wanting to remember everything.

Nobody wants to lose a memory forever.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, thinking about what he might think, the more she thought about it, the more worried she became, and her expression became more and more serious.

When Fu Yanye saw her expression when he parked the car, his heart skipped a beat.

Back downstairs, after parking the car, he took Zhuo Jian back. Yuan Man and Chang Xia didn't follow any further, and went straight back to their residence.

Fu Yanye closed the elevator door, and both of them stood inside, very silent.

Fu Yanye looked at the woman beside him in a blink of an eye, quietly, guessing why she was suddenly upset.

Zhuo Jian felt his gaze and looked up at him: "What's wrong?"

Fu Yanye turned around suddenly and came in front of her.

The tall and straight body immediately blocked the light in front of her eyes, and the delicate facial features approached her.

When Zhuo Jian put his hands on the sides of her shoulders, she stepped back and pressed her thin back against the elevator wall.

A little cool.

Fu Yanye immediately put one hand behind her.

Zhuo Jian didn't expect him to understand so much, and looked at him in surprise.

Fu Yanye felt that her breath was a bit forbearing, so he just asked her: "I have been thinking all the way, but I can't think of what I did wrong tonight to make you angry. Could it be that you met Zhao Ran at the door of your unit?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian was surprised by his question.

Where is she angry?

"Don't hurt the innocent, I am also the victim."

Fu Yanye confirmed his guess and tried to explain it calmly.

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a few seconds, thinking, could it be that he has been thinking about this all the time, and couldn't help teasing him, "Why did you get killed? Did you suffer a little?"

"My eyes hurt."

Fu Yanye looked into her clear eyes, those eyes seemed to be able to sneak into his heart, so he wanted to see his heart clearly.

Although he didn't quite know what was going on in his mind, he really wanted her to go in and have a look. He didn't believe that he didn't have a single thing about her in his mind.

"You mean you saw it all?"

Zhao Ran was standing in front of him bluntly.