I don't deserve your love

Even Zhong Mai seemed to wake up a little bit, and poked his head out of Yan Zheng's arms to look at the person who was taken away, and then pointed at Wang Rui: "Good job."

Wang Rui didn't dare to speak, so he could only smile hard.

Zhuo Jian also lay on the table and watched, not knowing what was going on, she asked softly: "It seems to be the person pretending to be Lin Ruxiang."

"It's her, hurry up and call the reporter."

Zhong Mai reminded her.

Zhuo Jian nodded after hearing this, and immediately went to the mobile phone next to her, and soon found a reporter's number: "Hey, there is big news..."

"I'll take her back first, you take good care of A-Jian."

Yan Zheng reminded Wang Rui when he hugged Zhong Mai and picked him up.

Wang Rui nodded.

Seeing them leaving, Zhuo Jian raised her head and asked, "Brother Yan Zheng, I'm drinking with Sister Zhong Mai."

"You wait here, we'll be right back."

Tell her solemnly and patiently.

Zhong Mai pretended to be asleep in his arms, but couldn't help curling the corners of his lips, thinking that you, Boss Yan, sometimes lied to others.

"Oh!"

Zhuo Jian looked at the direction Yan Zheng was leading Zhong Mai, and couldn't help muttering, "Did Brother Yan Zheng take Sister Zhong Mai away?"

Wang Rui looked down at her and found that she seemed to be a little awake.

When Fu Yanye arrived, Zhuo Jian obediently lay on the table.

Zhuo Jian was spinning the phone boredly, with no emotion in his eyes. When he saw him appearing from the crowd, he suddenly put down the phone and sat up straight happily. His eyes were full of stars, "Fu Yanye."

She waved like a child.

Fu Yanye raised his eyes when he heard the voice, as if he had returned to the previous years.

She was so happy when she was a child, but she used to call him brother.

And now...

Well, one bite at a time, Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly in his heart, walked to her side with his long legs, gently stroked the broken hair on her forehead, stared at her and asked softly, "How much did you drink?"

"Just a few cups, a little bit on top, hee hee."

Zhuo Jian laughed, silly.

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, his heart softened.

Wang Rui was beside him, and whispered to Fu Yanye about the wine she drank. Fu Yanye's displeasure flashed across his eyes, but he looked at her quickly and gently: "Take you home."

"hug me."

Zhuo Jian nodded, then raised her hands high.

Fu Yanye just thinks Zhuo Jian is so stupid, and...

It made him a little crazy, and his heart softened, like being on cotton candy.

He wanted to hug her, but she jumped off the chair suddenly, "Hee hee, just kidding you."

"..."

Fu Yanye's expression darkened.

"Wow, are you angry?"

Zhuo Jian looked at his expression and asked him.

Fu Yanye frowned, "Don't drink so much wine in the future."

"That's how you threaten me."

Zhuo Jian muttered angrily, then pushed him away and walked out by herself.

Fu Yanye immediately followed up to help her, for fear that she would be hit by someone.

Wang Rui was behind to help with the phone, bag and coat.

Zhuo Jian was dishonest when he hugged her waist, and suddenly grabbed someone: "Hey, this is my man."

The person held by her was taken aback for a moment, then nodded with a smirk.

Zhuo Jian let go of him, met another one, and held her back: "My man, Fu Yanye."

"..."

Fu Yanye hugged her, seeing how dishonest she was, but he just sighed helplessly, and when she heard her introduce herself like this, he burst out laughing for some reason.

What is he happy about?

This woman is drunk.

On the way back, she leaned on his shoulder and called him softly, "Fu Yanye."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye played with her ring-wearing hand and agreed softly.

"I miss you a little."

That sound, gently.

Fu Yanye's deep eyes froze.

Zhuo Jian suddenly looked up at him with extremely gentle eyes.

is she drunk

She is drunk.

But not drunk.

Fu Yanye looked down at her, saw that there was still something crystal clear in her gentle eyes, and wanted to speak, but her mouth was blocked by her finger.

"Don't talk, just listen to me."

Zhuo Jian said.

The carriage was quiet, only the breathing and heartbeat of the two people remained.

"I don't feel safe, because I don't know whether you love me or not in your heart. Sometimes I feel that you love me very much, but sometimes I feel that I am self-indulgent."

She looked down at his heart, and then gently pressed her face against it.

Fu Yanye remained silent, quietly waiting for her to continue.

"But I miss you and love me. I miss you because I want to love me and spend my life with me, because I really love you."

In her soft and waxy voice, she spoke out without haste.

She said she loved him, loved him very much.

Fu Yanye gently put his arms around her, but still didn't speak.

"Sometimes you're tormenting me like crazy, and I want to divorce you, but I don't really want to at all."

In her mind, the images of their going to divorce suddenly appeared, thinking of his indifferent eyes, and then when the tears fell, she turned her face and buried her in his arms.

"You know that I like you since you were a child. You can refuse me, but you never refuse directly. In fact, it's all your fault that made us into today's situation."

Zhuo Jian wiped his tears with his shirt, then looked at him complainingly.

Fu Yanye thought, she was indeed to blame.

How could he be willing to make her so sad?

"If you simply let me give up, I won't have any more hope. Every time you help me lift my shoes, wipe my face, and tie my skirt, that's all hope for me."

"Zhuo Jian."

He called her softly.

"Do you know how sad I was when you announced that you were dating Ruxiang? I shut myself in the room crying and my eyes hurt for many days. I dare not see you for a long time. I am afraid that I will lose face when I see you." .”

Her tears flowed down silently.

"But you still agreed to marry me after my father's accident, so I started to fantasize and guess again."

"At that time, we were tied together because of our son. After you were in danger on a business trip, I only thought of one thing. Everything before can be regarded as a dream. I want you to come back to me, and I want to untie it with you." Knot."

But you have lost your memory.

Everything seems to be back to square one.

There are so many uncertain factors.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, raised her hands to hold his face, got up on his lap, put her forehead against his, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "If the old you come back, do you still want me?" ?”

"fool."

Fu Yanye held her face in his hands and gently kissed away the traces of her tears.

fool?

The fool suddenly bit his thin lips.

Fu Yanye frowned in pain, but didn't hum.

Zhuo Jian finished biting and sucked lightly.

"Does it hurt?"

"..."

Fu Yanye has no temper at all, is she playing drunk?

Elf Zhuojian still had a layer of mist on her pupils, she glanced at him, and said in a low voice, "You used to love to do this."

"How? Is that so?"

Fu Yanye supported her slender waist and kissed her lips...