I don't deserve your love

"Shengyuan."

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After reading Fu Yanye's WeChat, Zhuo Jian quickly left home without changing his clothes.

Not long after she returned to Shengyuan, she saw Fu Yanye standing outside as soon as she got out of the elevator.

She walked over: "Chengcheng is inside? Who is taking care of him when you come out?"

"Auntie."

Fu Yanye held her hand and was not in a hurry to let her in.

Zhuo Jian turned her head and saw that he was holding her, and also holding his wrists, trying to push them away, but in the end, he held both wrists.

"I'm here to see my son."

"You can't just convict me like that."

"How dare I convict you? You are thinking too much."

Zhuo Jian didn't even look at him, she turned her head to look at the door and told him.

Fu Yanye didn't hold her wrist very tightly, but she couldn't break free. His thumb gently stroked the side of her wrist, and his black eyes also stared at her slowly without leaving.

She was undoubtedly stubborn, and a little unreasonable.

But he just couldn't get angry, he even felt distressed.

"Can you stay tonight for the sake of your son?"

Fu Yanye discussed in a low voice and asked.

Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, and when she looked up at him, her heart became hot.

"I sleep in the guest room."

Seeing that she was willing to look at him, Fu Yanye continued to back down.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian lowered her head again and asked him, "How long are you going to hold me like this?"

"..."

"I want to see my son first."

Zhuo Jian lowered her head and muttered.

Fu Yanye touched her wrist, and it took a long time before he reluctantly let go.

To be honest, he was a little surprised that she didn't quarrel with him hysterically.

Zhuo Jian went inside after he let go.

"Cough, cough, cough."

She went upstairs and heard her son coughing outside the children's room.

She quickly opened the door and walked in.

"Mommy."

"Young Madam, you are back, the young master has a bad cough due to a cold."

"I heard, have you fed the medicine?"

"Hey, the young master fed it himself."

Aunt has stood up and returned to her.

Zhuo Jian sat down beside the bed, and held Cheng Cheng into her arms: "Honey, mom, see if you have a fever, okay?"

"Well, cough cough."

Cheng Cheng nodded, pinched her throat and coughed twice.

Zhuo Jian was a little flustered by his cough, but when she looked down at him, she heard him "cough cough" twice, and raised her hand to touch his forehead, but it didn't burn.

"When the young lady comes, I will go out first, and you can call me again if you need something."

The aunt said.

Zhuo Jian nodded, and only remembered to ask when her aunt came to the door: "Is Chengqing Chengli back?"

"Oh, I'm back and fell asleep in their children's room."

"Okay, thanks for your hard work."

Zhuo Jian thanked again kindly, and after her aunt left, she looked down at Cheng Cheng again.

"Cough cough."

Cheng Cheng's long eyelashes trembled, and she coughed again.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Fu Yanye came up from downstairs and saw Chengcheng coughing in her arms, a smile flashed in her phoenix eyes, and then she became serious and went in: "Father did not break his promise, let's find your mother."

"Ahem, Dad is awesome, Mommy, Chengcheng wants to sleep with you."

Cheng Cheng hugged Zhuo Jian, reluctant to leave.

"Okay, let's sleep together."

Zhuo Jian agreed, and then turned her head to look for it on the table.

Fu Yanye looked at the place she was looking at, and then glanced at her again, "The medicine has been put back in the medicine cabinet. The doctor said it's not serious, just drink more water and it's better to take less medicine."

Zhuo Jian also felt that what he said made sense, and agreed: "Yes."

"Mum, I'm going to sleep in your and Dad's room, okay?"

Cheng Cheng hugged Zhuo Jian and asked.

Zhuo Jian replied lovingly: "Of course, Mommy will take you."

"Well, don't want to be hugged by Mommy, but by Dad."

Chengcheng turned to look at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye's eyebrows moved, and he walked forward with long legs: "Okay, you are the most sick, so Dad will hug you."

Before Zhuo Jian could react, Fu Yanye had already reached into her arms to hold Cheng Cheng.

His hand was a little cold, and accidentally touched her chest, Zhuo Jian blushed in embarrassment.

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, "Sorry."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless.

What's the point of apologizing? You didn't mean it.

Besides, don't talk about some things, why don't you just let it go?

"I'll carry Chengcheng back to the room, can I ask my aunt to help you make Chinese medicine to soak your feet?"

When Fu Yanye picked up Chengcheng, he asked her for her opinion.

Chengcheng's room is not too small, but it is still a bit worse than the master bedroom. At this time, the father and son stood in front of her like a mountain, and she was a small one, sitting by the bed and nodded quietly, "Yeah. .”

If she looked up at this moment, she could see Fu Yanye's dark eyes looking at her with a deep tenderness that couldn't be melted away.

But she only raised her eyes after Fu Yanye went out with Cheng Cheng, and then followed her out with her mobile phone.

Fu Yanye put Chengcheng on the bed, and Chengcheng patted the side where he had been sleeping: "Dad is here."

Zhuo Jian walked in unconsciously slowed down, Fu Yanye sat down and looked up at Zhuo Jian.

"Mommy is here."

Orange Orange pointed in another direction.

Zhuo Jian sat down as she said, "Okay, Mommy is here, is our Chengcheng baby going to lie down too?"

"Yes!"

Cheng Cheng cutely agreed, and then fell backwards all of a sudden.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously reached out to touch his head, and Fu Yanye also subconsciously moved their hands under Cheng Cheng's head.

It's just that Zhuo Jian's hand was wrapped by his.

Fu Yanye looked straight at her with black eyes, and she glared at him, reminding him to let go.

Fu Yanye slowly let go after she gave him a look.

Her hands are warm, at least warmer than when she first came in.

After Chengcheng lay down, the two of them were one on each side, and Chengcheng fell asleep holding the hands of the two of them, and did not let go after falling asleep.

Zhuo Jian felt that the back of his hand was already sweating, it was the temperature in his palm against her.

But when he looked up, he seemed to have fallen asleep.

Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly warmed up, and then she looked down at the hands of the family of three together, and then gently took her hand away.

Going to the bathroom, she closed the door gently, then took a toothbrush and squeezed toothpaste on it, and unconsciously glanced at Fu Yanye's toothbrush.

Of course, the toothbrush has been changed, I don’t know how many, but...

Brushing her teeth, she accidentally saw the woman in the mirror. She asked herself, are you still angry?

He's always playing tricks on her.

Whenever.

How can you not be angry?

But every time he saw him, every time he had a way to make her swallow her anger.

As time passed, she felt that she seemed to be the kind who was angry.

Suddenly, what Ouyang Ping said to Ouyang Ping when she had dinner with her last time came to mind, "In marriage, the husband and wife are complementary, there must be someone who can hold back..."

Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly after brushing her teeth, before she recovered, she suddenly heard the door knock, and looked at the door in the mirror with sharp eyes.

"You didn't bring your pajamas."

Fu Yanye was holding her pajamas, the super sexy one.