I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye put his arms around her waist, buried his head under her heart, and whispered, "My head hurts a bit."

"That……"

"Don't move, just wait a while."

Fu Yanye comforted her in a low voice, but held her closer.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and looked at him like that, suddenly her heart ached.

He was traumatized in the brain, how could she still quarrel with him?

Could it be that what he said just now was too harsh, which caused him to be irritated?

Zhuo Jian silently blamed herself a thousand times in her heart, and dared not move again.

"If it still hurts later, we'll go to the hospital."

She coaxed softly.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed, but only hugged her tighter.

The pajamas she was wearing were originally super sexy, but they were still very short. When he hugged her, the hem curled up.

But Zhuo Jian didn't have time to take care of it, and couldn't think of it anymore, she was just worried about him.

-

When Zhuo Jian woke up the next morning, she was in Fu Yanye's arms.

Well, the person who said he wanted to sleep in the guest room ended up sleeping on the big bed in the master bedroom.

When she opened her eyes, Cheng Cheng had already been carried away, and there were only the two of them on the bed.

Looking at his refreshed appearance, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but her heart trembled, and she had a conditioned reflex to leave.

Fu Yanye supported her back from behind, and said softly: "Be careful, good morning."

Zhuo Jian blushed and had to calm down: "Good morning."

Then they looked at each other thoughtfully.

Fu Yanye couldn't bear it anymore, and told her in a low voice: "I slept well last night."

"..."

"You too!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian broke into a cold sweat and could not refute.

She did sleep well last night.

She couldn't sleep well the past few days. She tossed and turned in bed at night, finally fell asleep in the middle of the night, and then woke up at dawn in the morning.

Every day is like a race with the sun to get up first, until today.

The sun is already high outside.

The hand behind her moved slightly, Zhuo Jian came back to her senses, and looked straight at him again with her clear eyes: "You, does your head still hurt?"

"Well... there are still some."

Fu Yanye recalled the scene where she let him sleep obediently last night, and said slowly.

"Why does it still hurt? Then let's get up and go to the hospital?"

Zhuo Jian asked him worriedly.

Fu Yanye felt her crawling on top of his head, he lowered his head, and smelled the fragrance again.

After holding back for less than ten seconds, he suddenly pressed her down with his arms around her, grabbed her wrists with both hands and pressed them against the bed sheet, and looked straight at her with black eyes, "I lied to you, it doesn't hurt anymore."

"..."

Zhuo Jian stared blankly at him.

"I just want you not to push me away."

Fu Yanye's eyes were much deeper, but his words sounded like those of a three-year-old child.

"Then you, is it fake that you had a headache last night?"

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of this.

"No, it's true that I had a headache last night, and it's true that I didn't have any pain this morning. It's true that I want to sleep with my wife."

Fu Yanye looked at her, looked her up and down, and couldn't help feeling a headache again.

He wants more.

"dad."

There was a sudden loud noise at the door.

Then came the sound of unsteady footsteps, and soon.

Fu Yanye reluctantly separated from the people under him.

But the little guy had already run to the bed, "Daddy, get up."

Fu Yanye frowned helplessly.

Zhuo Jian turned her face away from Cheng Cheng in embarrassment, and reminded the person on her in a low voice: "It's not suitable for children."

Fu Yanye looked at her pink face, sighed helplessly, then turned to look at his son.

This kid was pretty smart last night, and he cooperated very well. Why did he start to be ignorant again this morning?

What about his aunt?

Fu Yanye left his wife unwillingly, then turned to look at Cheng Cheng: "Who let you in?"

"Mommy, Mommy."

Cheng Cheng glanced at him, then called Zhuo Jian worriedly.

It seemed that she was afraid that Zhuo Jian would be bullied.

Zhuo Jian listened, got up quickly, smiled and said to him: "Good morning, baby."

"Good morning, Mommy."

Seeing Zhuo Jian smiling, Cheng Cheng felt that Zhuo Jian was fine, and then climbed into bed.

When Zhuo Jian was arranging her hair, she lowered her head inadvertently, only to realize that her pajamas were extremely short, and at this time it was even more...

that just...

She looked at Fu Yanye in a blink of an eye, and Fu Yanye was also staring at her legs.

After Cheng Cheng climbed into bed, he went to find Zhuo Jian, but before his hand touched Zhuo Jian, he was picked up by Fu Yanye.

"I'll take him to find Chengqing Chengli. Now that you're awake, change your clothes and get up, don't catch a cold."

Although Fu Yanye was reluctant in his heart, he just left the bed and his wife, but she didn't realize what he saw just now.

Zhuo Jian belatedly grabbed the quilt to cover her legs, he couldn't help chuckling, "I've watched it thousands of times last night."

"abnormal."

Zhuo Jian grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

Fu Yanye dodged holding Chengcheng and walked outside.

Zhuo Jian was so angry that she wished he was just talking to scare her.

It's impossible for him to watch it thousands of times, unless he doesn't sleep all night.

He fell asleep at that time, and she secretly got up to observe him in the middle of the night.

Humph.

But for some reason, she suddenly bent her knees under the quilt, then hugged her knees and giggled.

Cheng Cheng didn't cough again all morning, and Zhuo Jian also breathed a sigh of relief.

Chengqing and Chengli were taken by the aunt to find the old man and the old lady to play with. The two of them sent Chengcheng to class. After Chengcheng was picked up by the teacher, they sent her to the TV station.

When he got to the place, Zhuo Jian reminded him before getting out of the car, "Be careful, if you have a headache, go to the hospital immediately."

"It's okay to go to the hospital, will you accompany me?"

Seeing that she was leaving, Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist and asked her.

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, seeing his black eyes looking straight at her, she answered seriously: "Yes."

"I suddenly felt a little pain."

"Where? Head?"

Zhuo Jian leaned forward nervously.

Fu Yanye lowered his head, and when he saw that she was about to kneel up, he grabbed her onto his lap.

Zhuo Jian threw herself into his arms in shock, put her arms around his neck and looked down at him, "What are you doing?"

Fu Yanye just hugged her, feeling her kneeling in front of him so condescendingly, his whole body ached.

"I want to kiss you."

Fu Yanye didn't hide it.

"..."

Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked around.

"Even want to do something else."

Fu Yanye continued, moving his hands on her small waist.

"Don't mess around, here are all my colleagues."

Zhuo Jian reminded nervously.

Fu Yanye laughed, "Then where can I mess around?"

Zhuo Jian realized that he was teasing her, Qing Mou suddenly smiled, put her hands on his shoulders naturally, and said happily softly: "Boss Fu, what you said to Mom that night is still fresh in my ears, Don't think that I will forget about it if you have a headache, okay?"

"..."

Fu Yanye frowned. He actually wanted to ask her if she was still angry, but he didn't dare to ask because he guessed not.

And when she said that again, he didn't dare to act rashly.

"Now obediently take your hands off of me."

Zhuo Jian looked down at him condescendingly, and ordered clearly.

Fu Yanye obediently let go of her hand when she saw that she was about to eat him to death.

"Humph."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him again, and then planned to leave from his lap.

Who knew that she had just opened the car door and was about to get out of the car directly from his side, when his knee suddenly lifted up.