I don't deserve your love

"Where is Ruxiang?"

Zhou Mei looked at the place where Lin Ruxiang had sat, and asked nervously.

"..."

There was a sudden buzz in Zhuo Jian's mind.

The policeman outside had already opened the door and walked in, calling back Zhuo Jian's number with his mobile phone.

Zhuo Jian could no longer hear clearly, suddenly stood up in a jerk, and ran towards the bathroom.

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"What about her?"

"she left."

At the door of the bathroom, facing Zhuo Jian's questioning who suddenly rushed out, the waiter was stunned because the wheelchair was still with her.

Zhuo Jian felt a pain in her heart, and immediately asked, "How long? Where are you going?"

"just."

The waiter raised his finger and pointed inside.

Zhuo Jian ran towards where she pointed.

At that time, she didn't seem to feel any pain in her legs or feet, and she just ran hard.

Zhuo Jian didn't believe that she could outrun a man who had undergone two heart transplants.

The woman who was weak and unable to take care of herself just now suddenly left her wheelchair and ran away?

Zhuo Jian was full of questions, but he ran faster and faster.

Sure enough, Lin Ruxiang planned to leave through the back door, but unfortunately she fell down.

Zhuo Jian chased after her, looked at the woman who suddenly fell to the ground and tried to support her ankle twice but still couldn't get up, slowed down and laughed.

Lin Ruxiang shot at her with eyes like a knife, "You're ruthless."

Zhuo Jian walked over with a smile, stood in front of her panting and blocked the way in front of her, rested with her hands on her hips, and looked down at her.

"I'm ruthless? A woman who won't let go of even a one-year-old baby, a woman who left me sick, are you ashamed to call me ruthless?"

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she chuckled, raised her hand and looked at the policeman who ran out, and she looked at Lin Ruxiang coldly, "You don't look like someone who has had two heart transplants at all, I wish you luck, Lin Ruxiang. "

She walked towards the policeman. Two policemen stood in front of her, looking at the woman who was still on the ground. Looking at Lin Ruxiang questioningly, one of them asked Zhuo Jian: "Is this the woman who Mrs. Fu said threw the child into the sea?"

"It's her. The dead child is the child of President Zhao Zhongzhong's wife. You can immediately verify Mrs. Zhao."

The policeman had heard about the incident of Miss Lin's throwing the child back then, so he nodded and walked forward.

Lin Ruxiang insisted on standing up, gritted his teeth and looked at Zhuo Jian, "Zhuo Jian, we will see you again."

Zhuo Jian turned to look at her, with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were extremely cold looking at Lin Ruxiang, "Mr. Police, it's hard work."

It was getting late, the policeman nodded to Zhuo Jian and looked at Lin Ruxiang, mockingly said: "Please, Miss Lin."

"Ruxiang..."

Zhou Mei finally chased out from inside.

Zhuo Jian glanced coldly, and then was attracted by the figure behind her.

Yes, Fu Yanye also came out.

And, he seemed to come out for a while.

He didn't know how long he stood there, and only walked towards her when she found him.

Zhuo Jian gradually saw him clearly. Fu Yanye didn't rush to meet her eyes. After walking to her, he looked at the leaving police car. He didn't lower his head until the police car disappeared, and confronted Zhuo Jian. See.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, "You came out early?"

"I'm afraid you'll get hurt."

Fu Yanye let out a faint sound.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, walked in another direction after a few seconds, and said, "Go home."

Fu Yanye lowered his head, his dark eyes were dark until they were covered by his long black eyelashes.

Not long after, he chased after her and rode in an elevator with her again.

Zhuo Jian was always full of anger, and Fu Yanye had been watching the changes quietly.

After arriving home, Fu Yanye walked in front, and the waiter hurriedly opened the door for her as well, and made a gesture of please.

Zhuo Jian raised her head and glared at him, then turned her head and walked in.

Orange Orange and the others were playing on the carpet by the window. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he knew that the two of them had come back, so they got up and ran towards them.

But Zhuo Jian didn't stop.

Cheng Cheng was stunned, and stood blankly watching their precious mother stride upstairs, he could only look at his father behind him.

"I'm going to coax your mother."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye stopped.

Cheng Cheng nodded.

Yes, he knew his mother was angry.

Who else can make mom angry, his dad is the best in the whole family.

Zhuo Jian was about to close the door when Fu Yanye caught up, but she opened it again suddenly, "I don't want to see you."

"Is this venting anger?"

Fu Yanye looked at her and asked her in a good temper.

"You said yes."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she was about to close the door.

Fu Yanye slipped in when she closed the door, and Zhuo Jian almost hit him, but luckily he opened it back in time.

But it was her action to redeem in time that made her regret it.

Seeing how she was afraid of hurting him, Fu Yanye's eyes were full of complacency.

"You can't blame me."

"reason."

Zhuo Jian asked him.

Fu Yanye walked in, sat down at the end of the bed comfortably, and looked up at her: "You should have been angry with me for a long time. I just came back with you and thought about it all the way. In fact, what you did was wrong."

"..."

With question marks all over her face, Zhuo Jian crossed her arms and continued to wait for him to speak.

"If Lin Ruxiang caused problems between us, we should fight against each other."

"What did you say? I didn't catch it."

Zhuo Jian took a few steps forward, pricking up her ears as if she wanted to listen again.

Fu Yanye knew that she was just unhappy, but still said solemnly, "If our relationship is good, she will definitely be unhappy, won't she?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian's eyes froze, thinking seriously about the truth of his words.

But when she met his eyes, she always felt that something was wrong.

It stands to reason that his idea makes sense.

But what's the problem?

"Fu Yanye, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, let me tell you, if you dare to get her out, I'll fight you."

Zhuo Jian looked at him several times more inquisitively, threatening.

Fu Yanye saw that the bag she was carrying was thrown on the bed, and praised: "Wow, our little Jianjian has a really tempered temper."

"What little Jane? Don't bark."

Zhuo Jian was stunned and called him inexplicably shyly.

"It's even more tempered now."

Fu Yanye looked at her with a smile between his dark eyes.

"Ha, I have a big temper? What's wrong with my bad temper?"

Zhuo Jian was almost fooled by his smile, but luckily she came to remember it.

"I like."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was stuck by his simple three words, and it took him a long time to realize that he was about to leave angrily.

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and directly brought her into his arms to encircle her, "I promise that I will stand by your side, no matter whether she is sentenced to life or death with reprieve."

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, trying to find some confidence in his eyes.

"It's going crazy."

Looking at the sincerity in his eyes, Zhuo Jian muttered.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye questioned.

"I said it's going to be crazy, if it goes on like this."