I don't deserve your love

"No need to change."

Since she is the best, it is her.

Ruxiang?

see.

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The interview was not prepared yet, but Zhuo Jian met her in the community after returning home from get off work at night.

Under the dim tree, Lin Ruxiang's car stopped suddenly.

Zhuo Jian's car slowly stopped beside her.

"Hey, Ah Jian, my sister really didn't expect you to have such a big temper. I just asked you to greet me for me because I thought your son was cute. Did you almost kill me?"

Ruxiang opened the car window, turned to look at the woman who also opened the window and complained.

Zhuo Jian looked ahead, thinking about Ru Xiang's words and murmured: "Almost?"

"what?"

Ruxiang didn't hear clearly, but felt that the sudden look in her eyes was too sharp.

Then she watched Zhuo Jian backing up without hesitation.

Ruxiang was driving a sports car today. Looking at the limousine driven by Zhuo Jian, a picture suddenly appeared in her mind, and her face changed drastically. Will it be all right?"

It was getting dark early.

Zhuo Jian finally parked the car sideways on the side of the road, and watched the car go away in a blink of an eye.

Hit her to death?

No, it's not that simple.

Fu Yanye's car was behind Zhuo Jian, and after watching the whole process, his face became more serious.

He still remembered that when he was a child, Zhuo Jian was always obedient and clever in front of him and Lin Ruxiang, and when she asked her if she was okay, she always said yes, but now she wanted to kill Lin Ruxiang when she saw Lin Ruxiang?

This is obviously inappropriate.

After Fu Yanye parked the car, he immediately chased in with his long legs.

When Zhuo Jian entered the elevator, she just pressed the button to close it, and a pair of shiny black leather shoes immediately blocked it.

Zhuo Jian looked at the familiar pair of leather shoes, then followed his black trousers up, and soon saw his gloomy face.

She didn't know what was going on in her heart, so she clicked.

Fu Yanye walked in with a sullen face and stood by her side.

The elevator door closed slowly, Fu Yanye sighed softly, and looked at her in a blink of an eye.

Zhuo Jian was still angry and ignored her.

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but as soon as the elevator opened and Zhuo Jian went out, he immediately stepped up to follow.

Before the door was opened by Zhuo Jian, Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist and led her to the other side without saying a word.

It was cold and dark inside, Fu Yanye pressed her against the wall, and then, it was Bidong.

But there is nothing ambiguous or romantic at this time.

Rather, danger.

"Crazy, aren't you?"

Fu Yanye stared directly at her with dark eyes, his anger was obvious.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, but she didn't have any timidity in the face of questioning, but instead asked: "Are you crazy? Why did you drag me here?"

Why are you dragging her here?

Do you want her to live here alone?

"Zhuo Jian, some things cannot be done impulsively."

Fu Yanye told her after sighing helplessly.

There was a flash of light in Zhuo Jian's eyes, and she suddenly understood the reason why he brought her here, "You saw it."

Her voice was soft, but sure.

"Yes."

Fu Yanye did not deny it.

When Zhuo Jian looked at him again, her eyes were stubborn and stubborn, "So you dragged me here to ask the teacher?"

Still for that woman.

He can do it.

Zhuo Jian was about to struggle away immediately, but he was pinching her tightly.

"Zhuo Jian, this is not asking for a crime."

Fu Yanye said in a firm voice.

"Isn't Xingshi asking what the crime is? Isn't it because he is afraid that I will kill her?"

"I said I don't care about her life or death, but Zhuo Jian, I care about you."

"..."

"I care about your life or death."

Fu Yanye looked at her clearly and clearly.

The anger in Zhuo Jian's eyes was gradually extinguished, but it hurt for a long time.

"Do you care about my life or death? Fu Yanye, who do you really care about in your heart? You know."

Zhuo Jian poked his chest hard with one finger, and told him every word clearly.

Fu Yanye looked down at her slender fingers poking him, and couldn't help but look at her again.

"Jealous?"

Fu Yanye frowned and questioned.

Jealous?

Zhuo Jian blushed suddenly, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Who is jealous?

But, who is sour in his heart, because of the two words, he becomes angry from embarrassment?

Zhuo Jian suddenly turned her head bored and looked away.

Looking at her like that, Fu Yanye was so angry that he was about to die, but he suddenly softened, and pressed his forehead helplessly: "Baby, stop thinking about it, I have no one else in my heart except you."

Zhuo Jian's eyelashes lifted, and then drooped again.

I don't know whose heart it is, it's so hot, as if it's been scalded.

"But crashing is not a game, it's a very dangerous thing."

Fu Yanye was patient, his deep voice was full of pampering and helplessness.

"I swear you're the only one here, stop thinking about it, stop messing around, okay?"

Fu Yanye held her hand to his heart, spread it out on it, and begged.

Zhuo Jian saw the place she touched in a blink of an eye, and her heart sank unconsciously.

In fact, she originally wanted to scare that woman, who made that woman keep provoking her.

And why is he so sure that she is for him?

She took her hand away from his heart, and retorted angrily: "Why do you think I am thinking wildly, do you think I hit her because of you?"

"Is not it?"

"of course not."

Zhuo Jian said angrily.

"Who is that for? For the son?"

Fu Yanye continued to ask her calmly.

"It's for my son."

His eye sockets were suddenly hot, and he couldn't even see his face clearly. Tears came out of his eyes suddenly, and very quickly.

Fu Yanye looked at the tears on her face, raised his hand to wipe her gently, and said in a low voice: "I know you are wronged, I know you are angry, but Zhuo Jian, I really don't want to play games that might kill you anymore. ,Um?"

"You're just worried about her."

My heart suddenly seemed to be hollowed out by someone.

She couldn't be sure of anything, to his heart.

She slowly stretched her hands against the wall, lowered her head, and let the tears hit the ground one by one.

She felt that she was about to collapse, and she hated him talking to her in such an attitude, which made her unable to judge clearly.

"Why should I worry about her?"

Seeing her bowing her head and crying, Fu Yanye could only coax her to ask in a low voice.

"Because she saved you, because you are childhood sweethearts."

Zhuo Jian's voice was vague, and she was about to cry suddenly while talking, and immediately raised her hand to cover her mouth forcefully.

"So what about my childhood sweetheart? So what if I saved my life? You are the one who married me, and you are the one who makes my heart hurt."

Fu Yanye answered his doubts softly.

When Zhuo Jian heard the word distressed, she suddenly raised her hand and looked at him.

In the dim space, the two looked at each other silently, and suddenly neither of them could speak, only her tears wet the palms of their hands.

"Do you know how worried I was when I saw you impulsively going to run into it? My heart will rush out with your car. If something happens to you, I dare not think about it."

Fu Yanye finally wiped away her tears, held her face and spoke softly.

"Are you really worried about me?"

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes, resentful, wronged, uncertain, and longing.

Yes, she's not sure.

In the face of this relationship, she still has no confidence until now.

But she just craves.

Fu Yanye's eyes were gentle and doting, and he whispered: "You would tease me when I was a child, but when I grow up, I am so good at tossing, my heart is occupied by you here and there, how can I tolerate it?" Can you get someone else?"