I don't deserve your love

Before Yan Zheng could get the answer he wanted, he finished enjoying a cigarette by himself and got into his car silently.

Night Breeze was no longer cold, but for some reason, Fu Yanye's voice of going home just now echoed in his ears.

Suddenly I miss Zhong Mai very much.

-

Shengyuan.

It was very quiet in the huge house at this time.

He didn't go back to the room immediately, but went to the study after seeing the children.

The solemn words echoed in his ears.

If he can't stand up anymore, can he still keep Zhuo Jian by his side?

The fire in his heart was getting hotter and hotter. He stood in front of the desk for a long time, until he saw her working notebook light up, he still couldn't let it go.

Perhaps because he was unwilling, he unconsciously took out a cigarette and put it between his lips. The beautiful lighter clicked lightly, and a cluster of flames gasped, and soon the smoke was lingering.

He smoked a cigarette and wanted to open the window, but before the window was opened, he stopped at the vase next to the bookshelf.

A big vase, the moonlight actually shines inside, like some drawing paper.

He suddenly reached out curiously, and then unfolded them one by one.

It is a sketch of Zhuo Jian.

His eyes were fixed on the sketch, and suddenly a string jumped violently in his mind.

There were a few more in there, but they were not very big. He opened them one by one to see, and all of them were Zhuo Jian.

He was sure it was his handwriting, but when did he draw it.

At this moment, he suddenly decided something in his heart.

That is, he must have loved her very much before.

Otherwise, how to explain the small paintings one after another in this vase?

Fu Yanye opened all the drawing papers and put them back after looking at them.

He thought that Zhuo Jian probably hadn't opened it.

"Fu Yanye."

Suddenly the door of the study was pushed open from the outside, Zhuo Jian stood at the door and called him lazily.

Fu Yanye turned around and looked.

She is like a lazy little wild cat, lying on the door frame, and her enchanting figure can be seen at a glance.

Fu Yanye looked at her, "Come to me."

Zhuo Jian lazily walked over and leaned on him.

Fu Yanye immediately took the cigarette away, lowered his eyes and asked her: "Did you fall asleep?"

"It sounds like you're coming back."

She looked at him with a smile, like a spoiled girl.

Fu Yanye raised his hand to touch her short hair, and kissed her on the forehead: "I have dealt with an email, and I will go to sleep with you."

"Well, by the way, how is Brother Su Bai?"

Zhuo Jian agreed, but he was going out to see Su Bai tonight, she still remembered.

"I still want to push Zhang Mingmei away, but the possibility of pushing away should be zero."

Fu Yanye responded.

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian didn't quite understand.

"Because Zhang Mingmei is very firm, Zhuo Jian..."

Fu Yanye stroked her hair, but the words stopped abruptly.

"what happened?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously and asked.

"Go back to your room."

He put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the desk.

"Okay."

Zhuo Jian nodded in agreement, then lazily hung on him and followed him back to the room.

For some reason, she always felt that he was a little strange tonight.

Sure enough.

After returning to the house, she turned and closed the door, and she was suddenly hugged from behind.

"Zhuo Jian."

Fu Yanye hugged her tightly and called her.

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian was inexplicably afraid.

"No matter what happens, don't leave me."

he said suddenly.

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, and when she realized it, she was about to speak when she heard his voice again: "Even if I am disabled, I will still force you to stay by my side, are you afraid?"

"afraid."

Zhuo Jian murmured.

Fu Yanye panicked, turned around her and held her face in his hands, "Say it again?"

"Fu Yanye, I'm afraid, I'm afraid you don't want me."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, her eyes suddenly blurred with tears.

Why is he suddenly so emotional?

Fu Yanye demanded a kiss domineeringly, then held her face and murmured: "I will never want you to die."

Zhuo Jian pressed his forehead against him and smirked.

She is not afraid to die with him.

She is only afraid of...

Afraid of him……

don't love her.

forget about her.

The floor lamp by the window was still quietly on, and Fu Yanye easily hugged Zhuo Jian, adding an ambiguous color to this quiet space.

-

The next morning.

The matter of Zhan's family has been wiped clean on the Internet. Zhan Fei stayed in the hospital for nearly half a month. It is said that four ribs were broken, and the things that stood up had already withered.

But Zhan Fei didn't dare to go to Zhang Mingmei again, and Zhang Mingmei vomited during breakfast.

When Su Bai came down from upstairs, he saw her running away in a hurry, and told his subordinates: "Go and see what's wrong with her."

"Yes."

Soon, the subordinate came to the bathroom door and knocked lightly on the door, "Sister Mingmei, are you okay?"

"Oh it's all right."

Zhang Mingmei rinsed off and went out again.

The subordinates saw the water in her eyes, but they didn't dare to ask more questions.

There were not many people in Fanxing during the day, and the two of them had breakfast alone, so when Zhang Mingmei went back to see Su Bai, she felt very uncomfortable. She didn't know what was going on, and she suddenly felt wronged.

But she sat there wiping her tears, and didn't say hello to him, or sneer at him.

Holding the spoon in his hand, Su Bai stared straight at her, and suddenly said, "Since you don't mind my trouble, then we will continue to be husband and wife."

Zhang Mingmei hesitated after hearing this, then raised her eyes to look at him, "Are you serious?"

From this moment on, she was extremely excited.

He finally figured it out?

"It's serious, but you know that I am almost a useless person now, so I will work hard for you in the future."

After Su Bai finished speaking, he lowered his head to eat expressionlessly.

Zhang Mingmei: "..."

She seemed to suddenly understand something, how could he really want to reconcile with her.

He was trying to make her quit in spite of the difficulties.

Zhang Mingmei thought it was funny, thinking you were fighting with me?

In Zhang Mingmei's heart, Su Bai was a little silly and sweet.

The breakfast was happily passed without knowing it, and after the meal Su Bai suddenly suggested: "From now on, you can clean up the things we both use, I don't like others to touch the things I used."

Zhang Mingmei rested her chin with her hands and said bluntly, "It can't be done."

Su Bai: "Can't even do this? Then how will you spend the rest of your life with me? You may do more for me in the future."

Zhang Mingmei smiled, stood up unhurriedly, and said hello: "Clean up the table, and disinfect the bowls used by Mr. Su as carefully as if they were used by Mr. Fu."

The subordinates standing beside were stunned.

Su Bai was also stunned, "Zhang Mingmei."

"Needless to say that I'm not feeling well now, even if I'm well, when did you see me washing things?"

After Zhang Mingmei finished speaking, she walked behind him, grabbed the back of his wheelchair, and pushed him to go in another direction.

"Where are you taking me?"

Su Bai frowned.

"Go back to the room."

Zhang Mingmei said, and went directly upstairs from the elevator.

Su Bai thought that she wanted the Overlord to fight hard.

Especially after entering the room, she turned around suddenly, put her hands on the armrests of his wheelchair and approached him.

Su Bai looked at her defensively and reminded: "Zhang Mingmei, I don't have any thoughts about you right now."