I don't deserve your love

He said that the hospital staff helped him put it away, and he remembered it when he saw it that day. He saw a video of him expressing his love for his wife on the Internet, and he sent it when he knew his name.

But he choked up after reading the contents of this phone.

He opened it after repairing it, and it was full of their memories.

The records in his own mobile phone are much more than Zhuo Jian's.

There are even many photos of their wedding and grandpa's birthday. The two of them are always so beautiful.

But some content gave him a splitting headache after watching it.

Especially when he asked Zhuo Jian to come back and divorce him.

"Knock knock."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the office, his dark eyes moved away from the phone and shot towards the door, and said coldly: "Please come in."

Then the woman he just thought of appeared in front of him.

"Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian poked her head out and greeted him before going in.

Fu Yanye was stabbed in the heart by her smile, but soon smiled again.

While walking, Zhuo Jian felt that something was wrong with him, and after thinking it over, she suddenly quickened her pace and came to him, holding his face, "Do you have a headache again?"

Fu Yanye looked up at her, and hugged her on his lap, "No, when did you come back?"

"An hour ago, I went to the TV station."

Zhuo Jian reported the situation.

Fu Yanye frowned after hearing this, "You let them hide it from me?"

"I want to surprise you, don't you really have a headache?"

"It doesn't hurt."

Fu Yanye hugged her and buried his face between her shoulders and neck.

Zhuo Jian gently held his hair, her eyes accidentally saw an old mobile phone on the table, and her heart trembled for no reason.

"That is……"

Zhuo Jian couldn't help asking.

Fu Yanye suddenly thought of something, immediately turned around in the chair with her in his arms, and then asked her softly, "Aren't you going to work today?"

"Well, I asked for leave, don't change the subject."

Zhuo Jian agreed, but soon realized that he wanted to leave that topic aside on purpose.

Seeing her suddenly pretending to be serious, Fu Yanye immediately laughed.

Immediately, he still took the phone, hugged her, and asked her, "Do you know the password?"

"know."

Zhuo Jian knew that when he asked this, it meant that it was indeed his previous mobile phone.

But didn't this phone get lost when he had an accident?

After entering the password to open it, she casually flipped through it twice, then turned to look at him, "Where did you find it? When did you find it?"

"It was sent by the staff of the hospital where the accident happened, the day before he fainted."

"..."

Zhuo Jian listened, her eyes filled with tears inexplicably.

For a moment, I didn't know whether to be angry or annoyed, so I just looked at him with some complaints.

"Do you want to cry?"

Fu Yanye looked at her like that and asked softly.

"You're really annoying. We agreed to keep things secret from each other in the future."

After finishing speaking, she backed away from his arms, went around the desk, and sat down on the sofa in the distance angrily.

Seeing her coquettish look, Fu Yanye squeezed the remaining warmth in her palms with both hands and silently leaned back, then stared at her straight with deep black eyes.

Zhuo Jian couldn't hear him for a long time, she raised her eyes to look at him, just saw his deep black eyes looking at her, and suddenly smiled.

With that smile, Zhuo Jian's heart tightened, "Can you still laugh?"

Fu Yanye smiled even more happily.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

He was wearing a black shirt and leaning lazily in the executive chair. He was supposed to be like King Yama, but now he was smiling like a happy boy.

Zhuo Jian became angrier as she watched, "I'm going home, you, you sleep on the sofa tonight."

The person who stayed alone in the vacant room last night saw his little wife standing up from the sofa, and angrily asked him to sleep on the sofa, is that okay?

"Go back to what house? Let's go together after I get off work."

At the door, he put his arms around her and whispered in her ear.

"Who wants to wait for you to get off work? You don't even mention such a big thing to me."

Zhuo Jian muttered, complaining arrogantly.

"I'm just afraid to scare you. If I really want to hide it, I just put the phone away when you came in, huh?"

He coaxed softly, holding her body closer and closer to her.

Zhuo Jian's heart softened after hearing this.

"I didn't sleep well last night, you're not here..."

"Ah."

Before he finished speaking, the person in his arms suddenly made a sound.

Fu Yanye turned to look at her, she rubbed her nose, then said lazily, "I didn't sleep well last night."

"..."

Fu Yanye's dark eyes suddenly felt sore.

She's ill.

Fu Yanye raised his hand to touch her forehead, but she didn't have a fever.

But looking at her like this, she undoubtedly has a cold.

"Have you taken medicine?"

"Well, I took the medicine before leaving in the morning."

Zhuo Jian suddenly looked like a little girl, leaning against his arms again as she spoke.

Fu Yanye put his arms around her and looked down, feeling worried again.

Going on a business trip, or a short business trip, unexpectedly encountered so many things.

"Wu Fei."

He hugged her, opened the door and called out.

"exist."

Wu Fei immediately put down her work and went to the door, but when she saw the two of them hugging each other, she quickly stepped aside.

"Today's meeting will be changed to tomorrow morning, and I will leave work early."

Fu Yanye gave an order.

"Okay, boss."

Wu Fei dared not object.

After all, the proprietress came back from a business trip, and it seemed that the two of them were inseparable.

But in her heart, the boss and the proprietress seem to have never been so tired, and their proprietress is not the kind of person who stays in her husband's arms all day, wondering what's the matter, and at the same time calling to inform.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, "Why delay?"

"You are sick."

Fu Yanye frowned and told her.

"I have a cold, no..."

Zhuo Jian didn't say a word, looked at his unhappy appearance and suddenly smiled: "I'm more important than the meeting? A small cold can make you postpone the meeting?"

"Forget it if you're stupid."

What is called her is more important than the meeting.

She probably doesn't know how important she is.

How many times has he been wrong about her since he was a child, but quietly made changes?

But when these things are told to her now, she may not even believe it.

Fu Yanye held her in his arms again, and let go of her reluctantly for a long time.

I just wonder why he was so stupid in those years.

If he had seen through that he liked her when he was young, wouldn't he have had the hypocrisy he had with Lin Ruxiang for so many years?

He looked down at Zhuo Jian who was in his arms, and only thought that from now on, they would never have any grievances or mistakes.

They are no longer children, and they can no longer live such a wasted life.

Fu Yanye suddenly hugged her horizontally, without warning.

Zhuo Jian hugged his shoulder tightly in fright, "What are you doing?"

"go home."

"Go home like this?"

Zhuo Jian asked nervously.

"Ah."

"Then all your employees will see you hug me, no, hurry up..."

"If you talk nonsense, let them watch."

"Watching what?"