I don't deserve your love

"Not sleeping with grandpa?"

The old man asked him seriously.

"You forgive me."

Fu Yanye left a sentence and went upstairs quickly.

"Hmph, brat."

The old man was in a good mood and continued to clean up the mess.

-

In the old house, Zhuo Jian had no chance to sleep with his sons in his arms. When he opened the door, he saw that there was no one in the room. The big bed was tidy. It looked like it had just been changed, and there was the sound of a hairdryer coming from the bathroom.

Zhuo Jian was blowing her short hair in front of the mirror, wearing a comfortable nightgown.

Fu Yanye suddenly appeared in the mirror, and when she saw him leaning against the door, her heart couldn't help feeling hot, but she quickly and calmly blew her hair.

If the hair is short, there is a benefit, three to two minutes to dry.

But as soon as she put down the hair dryer, he walked behind her, hugged her behind her legs: "It smells so good."

Zhuo Jian almost lay down on the sink, but fortunately she was hugged by him, she had a false alarm, her face was flushed, and she asked him: "You sleep on the sofa."

"I don't like sleeping on the sofa."

Fu Yanye's voice was slightly hoarse.

"Then where do you like to sleep?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.

Fu Yanye buried his face in her neck and whispered, "On you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, but she couldn't let go of his arms around her.

"Do you want to wash it again?"

Fu Yanye asked.

"Ok?"

"I'm afraid you ran away."

Fu Yanye said.

"Why am I running, the person who sleeps on my bed, the person who sleeps on the sofa may run."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

Fu Yanye sighed inwardly, the ghost wanted to sleep on that cold and hard sofa.

but……

"Then help me get a quilt and put it on the sofa."

Fu Yanye raised his head, suddenly looked seriously at her in the mirror and said.

"it is good."

Zhuo Jian readily agreed, thinking that she could take care of such a small matter for him.

Seeing in the mirror that she promised so happily, Fu Yanye sighed helplessly.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and found that his hand was untying the bow tie she had tied so hard, and immediately reminded: "Fu Yanye."

"Ok?"

"Let go."

"Ok?"

"hurry up."

As Zhuo Jian spoke, she went to hold his hand, but he untied the bow tie easily, Zhuo Jian's eyes were full of indulgence: "Who asked you to untie it for me?"

Immediately, what was partly visible inside was about to be exposed, and she hurriedly hugged the clothes tightly with both hands so as not to be seen.

Fu Yanye frowned at her.

"I, it's hard to fasten it."

She could see the forbearance and restraint in his eyes, she thought about it, and she didn't want to yell at him directly, but she suddenly became soft-hearted.

"Then I'll tie it back for you."

Fu Yanye looked at her in the mirror and asked her.

"..."

Before Zhuo Jian could react, the world was spinning for a while.

Fu Yanye held her small waist and lifted her easily, hugged her to sit on the table, then bowed her head and carefully tied the bow for her.

Zhuo Jian looked at it, her heart felt hot.

he still remember?

No, that's not what he learned after they got married.

Seeing how nimbly and calmly he tied the bow for her, her heart became hotter and hotter.

Many things will always be recalled in inadvertent little actions.

"Remember when you were a child and always liked to dangle in front of me in this kind of skirt with straps?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice while working.

"Have it?"

Zhuo Jian deliberately pretended to forget.

But childhood memories are too precious, so precious that even if it doesn't seem like it happened to me, the memory is still fresh.

She was very good at it when she was a child.

He doesn't like to talk to her, but he doesn't like being untidy.

So she likes to make some small problems on herself, deliberately dirty her face, deliberately wear beautiful princess dresses, but don't wear the straps at the back.

Back then he couldn't tie a bow either, but then he did.

Fu Yanye bowed his head and tidied up the bow tie for her.

Zhuo Jian stared at him, suddenly lost his mind.

"Your memory shouldn't be that bad."

He looked at her with dark black eyes, and concluded in a deep voice.

The bathroom is not big, and the two of them are so close to each other.

Zhuo Jian was suddenly unable to refute.

"Have you tied it for me before?"

Fu Yanye stepped forward suddenly, held her face and asked her in a deep voice.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, her heart was beating like thunder, and she denied it after a while: "No."

"You say there is no now, so there is."

Fu Yanye looked at her with more determination.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him angrily, wondering why he was so sure.

"Go out and wait for me, if you don't want to..."

"I wanted to get out, but you blocked me."

Zhuo Jian retorted without waiting for him to finish speaking.

Fu Yanye: "..."

She was indeed blocked by him.

And he still wanted to keep blocking her like this.

Fu Yanye stepped back slightly.

Zhuo Jian jumped down.

"Be careful."

Slim waist was soon embraced by him again, looking up to see his worried look, Zhuo Jian's heart warmed up, and then she carefully walked away from him: "I'll get you a quilt."

"A cruel woman."

Fu Yanye murmured.

Zhuo Jian was in a good mood, hugged the quilt and put it on the sofa for him.

Someone knocked on the door from outside, Zhuo Jian was puzzled, "Please come in."

"mom?"

"I forgot to bring you the Chinese medicine I bought for you last time, so it's convenient for you to spare."

Wang Yue said.

"Thank you mom."

Zhuo Jian reached out to pick it up.

"No, it's a little hot, I'll put it down for you."

Wang Yue said, holding the cup of medicine and walking towards the inside.

Zhuo Jian followed her, but she heard her suddenly ask: "Hey, why is there a quilt in the sofa?"

"Huh? Ah, I just dug out and chose which one I want to cover tonight."

Zhuo Jian touched her neck nervously.

Wang Yue glanced at her, then got up: "Then you have chosen?"

"Selected."

"Then I took this one away. This one hasn't been used for a long time, and it's not clean."

"..."

Zhuo Jian turned around and looked at Wang Yue who was leaving with the quilt in her arms. Immediately, she didn't know whether to be grateful or cry, woo woo.

When Fu Yanye came out from the inside, he heard people rang and asked, "Did someone come here just now?"

"Mother."

Zhuo Jian heard his voice and turned to look at him, feeling even more aggrieved.

Seeing her appearance, Fu Yanye made some guesses, walked towards her, looked into the empty sofa, "Where's the quilt?"

"It was taken by my mother."

Zhuo Jian whispered.

Fu Yanye felt happy in his heart, and suddenly laughed, "Then..."

"I've wronged you, there is a coat for you to cover, and it's not so cold now, you..."

"Zhuo Jian."

Fu Yanye narrowed his phoenix eyes, very upset.

Could it be that this woman doesn't feel sorry for him at all?

"But look, there's only one quilt left here. If I cover it for you, then I won't have anything to cover. You know, when I get sick now, I procrastinate for a long time before I get well."

Zhuo Jian explained to him pretending to be weak.

That appearance, no matter how you look at it, makes you feel itchy, and you want to slap her.

Fu Yanye narrowed her phoenix eyes, put her arms around her waist, and said to her: "It's not that there is no way to get the best of both worlds."

"Ok?"