I don't deserve your love

"We also have times when we are sluggish and need to be reminded."

Fu Yanye stopped the car on the side of the road, looked at her in a blink of an eye and spoke seriously.

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while, then nodded in agreement.

In the cramped carriage, with warm lights, Fu Yanye reached out and hooked the back of her head, leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips, then sucked and tasted slowly.

It was a little late for the two of them to return to Shengyuan, and the staff at the service desk suddenly stopped them, "Mr. Fu, Mrs. Fu, I have a letter from you."

The two stopped.

The staff quickly ran over and handed the letter to them.

Fu Yanye didn't accept things sent by others very much, so Zhuo Jian naturally took them and opened them.

"Ah Jian, Yan Ye, how are you? Long time no see."

This person's handwriting was exactly the same as they remembered.

Zhuo Jian first thought of Lin Ruxiang.

Because Fu Yanye lost the memory of the three years that had the most troubles for them, it took a while to realize it.

Zhuo Jian took the letter and followed him to the elevator, and after a long time, she asked unresponsively: "The time you said you met Lin Ruxiang, where was it?"

"City K, but she's not there now."

Fu Yanye frowned when he said this.

"Then where will she go?"

Zhuo Jian grumbled, leaning against the elevator a little weakly.

Fu Yanye watched her movements and reminded her: "The elevator is cold, don't rely on it."

Zhuo Jian came back to her senses, glanced at him and straightened up immediately.

After returning home, Fu Yanye was in charge of preparing dinner, and Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa staring at the letter.

With just a few words, she knew that it was definitely not a greeting.

Lin Ruxiang was still alive, and probably near them.

For the next two days, Zhuo Jian saw such a greeting letter on the office desk every day.

Not signed.

But Zhuo Jian couldn't think of anyone else except Lin Ruxiang who wrote the two characters A Jian.

Lin Ruxiang was good at using children to cover her up. Zhuo Jian checked the surveillance, but still couldn't find any clues.

Several children came and went and disappeared quickly.

It was Wang Rui, who appeared in Fu's office building not long after, and sent a photo to Fu Yanye.

"I'm sure she is Lin Ruxiang."

Wang Rui said.

After seeing the photo, Fu Yanye only said, "Go there yourself."

"Yes."

"If it's her, bring it back and send it directly to the police station."

"Yes."

Wang Rui agreed.

Fu Yanye looked at the phone, thinking that Zhuo Jian was worrying about Lin Ruxiang, picked up the phone and dialed Zhuo Jian's number.

"..."

Zhuo Jian's cell phone was not connected for a long time.

Fu Yanye's heart sank, and he immediately dialed Yuan Man's cell phone: "Where's Zhuo Jian?"

"The program is being recorded."

Yuan Man answered in a low voice.

Fu Yanye breathed a sigh of relief, but suddenly his temples felt tight, so he could only put down his phone and rub his temples vigorously.

Seeing that he finished the phone call, Wang Rui asked, "Then I'll leave now."

"Well, hurry up and come back."

Fu Yanye nodded.

"Yes."

Wang Rui agreed, turned around and walked towards the door.

Fu Yanye had a splitting headache, and suddenly those broken pictures reappeared in his mind.It made him faint.

"Yan Ye, you love me."

"Fu Yanye, have you ever loved me?"

"Fu Yanye, kill her."

"Fu Yanye,..."

"When are we going to get a divorce?"

"You call me Sister Ruxiang, don't call me Young Master Yan Yeye, call me brother-in-law!"

"Sister, brother-in-law."

The voices of Ru Xiang and Zhuo Jian kept circling in his mind.

Just as Wang Rui opened the door, he suddenly heard a bang behind him.

Fu Yanye wanted to stand up and force himself to calm down, but just as he stood up, his vision darkened, and he suddenly fell back into the chair.

When Wang Rui turned around, he saw Fu Yanye lying there unconscious and pale. He immediately called and approached, "Fu's office building, I want an ambulance, immediately."

Zhuo Jian flew over directly from the show, and the doctor gave him a series of examinations, and finally said that his brain injury had worsened and he had to be hospitalized.

Her eyes went dark, and her heels were so soft that she was about to fall down immediately.

"lady."

Yuan Man immediately supported her.

Zhuo Jian was panting, so nervous that she couldn't help herself.

When Fu Yanye woke up again, it was already past four o'clock in the afternoon. Zhuo Jian stood in front of the window, with his back to the light, and kept looking at him.

He didn't see her clearly, he just called her softly: "Zhuo Jian."

Zhuo Jian looked at him with a look of despair. She came back to her senses when he called her, and immediately stepped forward, knelt down by the bed and held his hand: "I'm here, you woke up, how do you feel? Your head is still on." Does it hurt?"

"It's okay, are you worried?"

Seeing her tense face, he asked in a hoarse voice.

The tip of Zhuo Jian's nose soured, and then his eyes blurred.

How could she not be worried.

But at this time, how could she easily show that she was afraid in front of him.

"This time I have to stay in the hospital for a few more days, and I can't be discharged so quickly."

Zhuo Jian held his hand and talked to him as calmly as possible.

Fu Yanye looked into her eyes, smiled, and touched her fingers: "Yes."

Zhuo Jian got up, took the initiative to crawl into his arms, and said in a low voice, "You scared me to death."

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just stroked her long hair.

Zhuo Jian didn't want to cry in front of him, so she could only continue to hold him until she was completely calm and could control herself.

The elders in the old house only found out the news at night, and Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzhi rushed over immediately, "Why did you faint again? Why did the condition get worse?"

"Mom, don't worry, things are not that bad."

Zhuo Jian tried to appease.

"How can I not be in a hurry? How could it be worse? I'm just such a son. Someone told me that such a big thing happened."

Wang Yue was about to cry as he spoke.

Fu Zhengzhi patted her on the shoulder helplessly: "Stop arguing, my son needs to rest now."

Wang Yue thought of what the doctor said, so she wiped away her tears and said nothing more.

Fu Yanye leaned on the bed and looked at Wang Yue fiercely, knowing that she was worried and confused, but looking at the nervous woman standing beside him, he said, "Zhuo Jian."

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian hurriedly turned around.

Every time he called her, she forgot everything else.

"Pour me a glass of water."

Fu Yanye said.

"Oh!"

Zhuo Jian hurried to pour water for him, for fear that he would be thirsty if he was too late.

Wang Yue watched from the side, feeling even more uncomfortable, but after thinking about it, he still said: "Jian Jian, you have worked hard too."

Zhuo Jian listened, and only smiled and said: "Mom, I'm not working hard, don't worry too much, this time I must let him stay in the hospital until he recovers."

Wang Yue was relieved after hearing this: "Then you must watch him, we won't listen to him."

"it is good."

Zhuo Jian agreed, then turned to look at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye also looked at her, gave her a doting smile, and held her little cold hand.

After sending Wang Yue and Fu Zhengzhi away, Zhuo Jian returned to him: "Do you feel better now? Do you want me to give you a massage?"

"Do you really think of me as old, weak, sick?"

Fu Yanye said, holding her hand and letting her lie down beside him.

Zhuo Jian consciously got into his arms, "Fu Yanye, you have to be good."