I don't deserve your love

"Thank you."

Zhuo Jian walked over to pick up the pajamas.

But he didn't let go.

Zhuo Jian looked at his hands, then looked up at him, "Didn't Mr. Fu come to give me pajamas?"

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed with a deep voice, wanting to laugh but not daring to laugh.

"Then Mr. Fu's task is completed. I have received the pajamas. Please let Mr. Fu let go, and then go out and bring it to me. Thank you again."

Zhuo Jian was still furious.

Fu Yanye finally couldn't help but bowed his head and smiled, and then the hand holding her pajamas climbed down her pajamas to her hand, and held her slender wrist again.

"Zhuo Jian, I swear, I will say that to my mother just because she also needs a reassurance. You should know that my heart is with you."

"Your heart is with me, but isn't it just for doing it?"

"..."

"You're a lower-body thinking animal, you were, you still are."

Zhuo Jian remembered that the two of them made such a fuss before and he still wanted to sleep with her, and he still ignored her feelings so much, she was suddenly overwhelmed with grievances.

"I was wronged."

Fu Yanye half-closed her phoenix eyes, wanting to be angry but didn't know why, so she could only defend herself, but there was no look of being wronged in her eyes.

"Are you wronged? When you think about it, you will know whether you have been wronged or not. You have eaten me to death since you were a child. Do you think this is interesting?"

Zhuo Jian suddenly loosened her pajamas and pushed him away.

She turned around and walked inside in agitation, her heart heaving and falling with anger.

Fu Yanye glanced at her pajamas, then walked behind her with long legs: "I think what can be wrong with my own woman?"

"You're not wrong. Did I say you were wrong? I dare not say that Boss Fu, who dominates the business world, is wrong."

Zhuo Jian looked down at the trash can beside her and retorted, as if that trash can was him.

Fu Yanye saw that she hurt him without even looking at him, so he licked his lower lip a little anxiously.

Zhuo Jian couldn't hear his voice, and asked him in a stubborn tone: "What is Boss Fu still doing here? Could it be that he wants to watch me take a bath?"

"What if I say yes?"

The thoughts in Fu Yanye's deep eyes were clearly revealed.

Zhuo Jian turned her head to look at him angrily, but unexpectedly she met his black eyes immediately, and turned her head quickly, her heart heaved even more angrily.

Fu Yanye looked at her so angry that she was about to die, and sighed helplessly, one mouthful, either Boss Fu or Big Boss Fu, he wanted to laugh but didn't dare, his thin lips moved slightly, and asked in her ear: "Then I'll go to the guest room honestly, okay? Don't be angry."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's eyelashes drooped, and she couldn't help but feel a little happy.

The thrill of winning a fight...

She rarely has.

It's not that she always loses a fight, but that she never found happiness in this matter.

He would never allow her to be so noisy before, most of the time he could move his hands but never move his mouth.

"But you're going by yourself. What if your son doesn't see you sad tomorrow morning?"

She tentatively asked him in a low voice.

"Then, I'll tell him that our hostess is the biggest, she wants me to sleep in the guest room, so I will go to the guest room obediently?"

Fu Yanye was not in a hurry, and lowered his voice to discuss with her.

Zhuo Jian listened and felt something was wrong.

He just said a few words to her, made her stupid, and turned to look at him after thinking about it: "What did you say? Didn't you go there by yourself?"

"Yes, I'm going by myself, that's what I told my son."

"..."

Zhuo Jian listened and fell silent again.

That's a good thing to say.

"But didn't I lie to my son? Would my son be sad if he knew the truth?"

Fu Yanye asked softly again.

Zhuo Jian's ears were buzzing, and she stared at him for a long time before she could figure out what he meant.

He looked at her with ink-like black eyes, but he was extremely devout.

"After all, white lies can sometimes be self-defeating. When he grows up, he may still say that we lied to him."

"Fu Yanye, you..."

Zhuo Jian wanted to scold him, but couldn't find a word.

It turned out that he was waiting for her here.

Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing when she saw that she finally came to her senses. She turned around and before she raised her hand, he grabbed her waist.

Zhuo Jian was struggling on her waist, and the hot temperature immediately made her face turn red and turn pale, "Relax."

"I'm really going to sleep in the guest room tonight. I'm very satisfied if you don't run away from home."

Fu Yanye spoke to her in a soft voice.

"Don't think that if you do this, I will pretend that I haven't heard anything. It's not like Fu Yanye can't do that kind of thing."

Zhuo Jian looked into his gentle eyes, suddenly her nose became sore, and she almost cried after saying this.

But what's there to cry about now?

She looked down at the position of his heart and fell silent.

Fu Yanye was moved by her stubbornness, and he also imagined that he must have been domineering in the past.

In fact, now, he can't help but swallow her directly.

Why bear it?

Anyway, this is his own woman.

So delicate and soft, how could he be willing to stay alone in the empty room?

but……

"I'll review, I'll go back to the guest room."

Fu Yanye put his arm around her, and raised his other hand to hold her cheek.

I just want her to look at him again.

Zhuo Jian was forced to raise her head, and met his tender and unbearable eyes again.

But she just persisted.

Fu Yanye had no choice but to leave: "Good night, remember to call me if you need anything."

Zhuo Jian told him with her eyes that if you think too much, nothing will happen.

"I'm looking forward to something, like a son insisting on finding his father."

Fu Yanye expressed his fantasy.

After all, he really didn't want to stay alone in an empty room.

Finally, there is a way to call her back.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, and only asked him with his eyes when he would leave.

Fu Yanye backed out reluctantly, closed the door and lowered his head, finally able to laugh.

I don't know why, but she looks so cute when she is angry.

He couldn't help but raised his hand to rub his heart, he felt that he couldn't hold it anymore.

If there is no misunderstanding between them, they should love each other very much, right?

If you misunderstand that thing, it really comes right away.

As Zhuo Jian said, from the very beginning, it was a misunderstanding.

Who told him to send her abroad without saying a word.

Who asked him to sign the divorce agreement without an explanation.

divorce agreement?

Fu Yanye's temples suddenly tightened, and some fragmented voices swept through his mind like an old and broken record.

When Zhuo Jian came out of the shower, she saw his tall body curled up beside the bed, holding her head tightly with both hands, she couldn't help walking over: "Fu Yanye."

Hesitant Chengcheng was on the bed, her voice was very soft.

"Fu Yanye, what's wrong with you?"

As Zhuo Jian approached, she lowered her head to observe him.

Does he look uncomfortable?

Zhuo Jian was even more nervous thinking about whether his brain injury was still healed.

"Fu Yanye?"

Her voice was softer, and she gently touched his black hair with her hand. Before she could bend down, her wrist was suddenly grabbed, and her waist was also wrapped around her.