I don't deserve your love

"I'm getting married."

Zhao Ran sent his wedding invitation to him.

"Congratulations."

He was polite but distant, and walked around her to the table after he finished speaking.

At this time, at Zhuo Jian's place, the handsome guy conjured up a rose and sent it to Zhuo Jian, Zhuo Jian took it: "Thank you."

The handsome guy nodded politely, and then made the second and third flowers.

Zhong Mai and Ouyang Ping were also extremely happy, like a little girl who sneaked out, looking at that person adoringly and applauding him.

"go home."

Fu Yanye grabbed the wrist of the woman sitting in the bar chair.

Zhuo Jian had a conditioned reflex, and when he saw it was Fu Yanye, he asked in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"go home."

Fu Yanye only said two words.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with deep eyes, and obediently followed him unconsciously.

"What's wrong? Fu Yanye?"

Zhuo Jian had to trot to keep up with his long legs.

Moreover, he held her wrist very tightly.

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, but just took her away.

until……

"Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, please accept my wedding invitation. I sincerely invite you to my wedding."

Zhao Ran chased after them again and stopped them with a very sincere look.

Zhuo Jian was even more confused by the woman who ran out suddenly, where did she come from?

Could it be that she still hasn't given up on Fu Yanye?

Zhuo Jian became unhappy, and even looked at her with the dissatisfaction of a little woman.

"What does your wedding have to do with our husband and wife?"

Fu Yanye was angry and questioned.

Zhao Ran: "..."

Zhuo Jian glanced at Fu Yanye, felt relieved, and asked curiously, "Who is the groom?"

"Mu Handong."

"Who?"

"Mu Handong."

Zhao Ran said it again.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

So bloody?

"I'm pregnant. I'm not here to drink, but to send wedding invitations."

Zhao Ran continued to explain.

"Don't go."

Fu Yanye glanced at Zhuo Jian's expression, suddenly frowned, picked her up from the ground, carried her on his shoulders, and took her away.

Zhao Ran turned her head and watched the couple leave just like that, with no manners at all, unconsciously angry and helpless.

After all, she is not ruthless, she has a lot of affection with friends and family, but she is ruthless with her.

Also, after all, she is just someone who wants to break them up.

Zhao Ran walked out silently with her head down, the frustration of not being able to deliver the wedding invitation made her extremely distraught.

How on earth was she obsessed with that man who didn't see her in his eyes?

How on earth did she let herself get to this point?

On that night more than a month ago, she ran out to drink angrily, dissatisfied with the family background of the man introduced by her parents, and then what?

Is it an accident, or is it fate?

After that night, she relied on Mu Handong.

Suddenly, her mind recalled the day when she blocked Mu Handong with a pregnancy list, "I'm pregnant? Do you want to marry me?"

Mu Handong frowned, and asked her playfully, "Are you sure you want to marry me?"

She is certain that marrying the eldest son of the Mu Group is better than marrying a poor teacher.

There's nothing wrong with the teacher, it's her fault, she can't live a poor life.

Standing at the door of the bar, she raised her eyes uncomfortably, and saw a car with an open window, a man ambiguously forcing a woman to sit in the back seat...

The car left quickly.

But the people in the car are still in that posture, even more ambiguous.

The window was closed, and the golden light in the rear compartment flickered on the two people.

"You seem very upset that Mu Handong married her?"

The man questioned in a jealous and provocative voice, holding the woman's thin waist in his hand.

"Why are you doing this all of a sudden?"

Looking at his sour look, Zhuo Jian really didn't understand.

"Answer me first, are you unhappy that Mu Handong married her?"

"No, what does it have to do with me?"

Zhuo Jian was about to laugh, so she had to hold it back, so as not to be crushed by him.

"It has nothing to do with you? Then why did you have that expression just now?"

Fu Yanye frowned, obviously puzzled.

"What expression? I was, just surprised. She was going to marry a handsome young teacher, but suddenly it was Mu Handong, and Mu Handong, have you forgotten? You used to lie about his Hope Primary School."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye was even more puzzled.

Zhuo Jian gently pushed his shoulders with a pair of small hands, sat up slowly, looked at the angry man in front of him, and explained softly: "We all hate him, he is not on the same side as us."

"..."

Fu Yanye continued to express doubts.

"So you just got jealous for no reason without knowing anything?"

Zhuo Jian spoke softly, but her eyes were full of curiosity, and she didn't hide it.

Fu Yanye looked at her with a sullen face, subconsciously wanting to deny it, but looking at her grasping his pigtail, he said bluntly, "Why am I jealous? You are my wife, why do you remember so clearly about other men? "

"..."

Not only jealous, but also planning to bully her indiscriminately.

"Anyway..."

"Give it to you."

Zhuo Jian wanted to save herself from the pain of flesh and blood, so she sent the rose in her hand to his eyes.

Fu Yanye frowned even tighter. She was already very angry that she remembered Mu Handong, but now she took out this flower again, and the scene of the man conjuring this flower to make her happy appeared before her eyes again.

Seeing his disgusted look, Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered that he was obsessed with cleanliness, and immediately took it back: "I won't see you off."

"Send me the roses that other men gave you? Zhuo Jian, can you be more perfunctory?"

"what?"

"Throw it away."

Fu Yanye snatched it away, opened the car window again, but closed it again after only a few seconds.

"..."

Zhuo Jian only saw his hand move back, and then there was nothing.

It was already dark in the carriage, but his sour appearance immediately made people feel...

Hmm, kind of cute.

The wind outside didn't seem to be as tight as it used to be, it was a lot smoother, but when it blew in, she still avoided it for a while, and at this moment, Fu Yanye suddenly grabbed the back of her head.

"Want to hide?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a deep voice.

"It's windy, just now."

Zhuo Jian responded cautiously.

"is it?"

Fu Yanye looked at her lips domineeringly with his black eyes.

It doesn't matter whether you hide from the wind or hide from him.

Because he will get what he wants.

Zhuo Jian's eyes went dark, and she couldn't see anything clearly when she raised her eyes, then her long eyelashes drooped down, and her thin lips, smelling of wine, rolled on her soft lips.

The fruit wine she drank tonight was a little sweet.

Fu Yanye sucked, and couldn't help but soften his heart, but then wanted to ask for more, and kissed even more fiercely.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but think of someone driving ahead, so she quietly leaned back.

The originally spacious space suddenly seemed a little cramped. Fu Yanye forcefully moved her slender legs onto his own, and leaned over, "Zhuo Jian, do you love me?"