I don't deserve your love

"Let's not go to the hotel anymore. If you are bored, you can go to Fanxing to chat with brother Su Bai. I'm going back to accompany my sons."

Zhuo Jian said to him with a gentle smile.

She is very happy today.

Of course it's all down to his attitude.

"I've lost my memory."

"Huh? I know."

Zhuo Jian stared at him blankly.

"My temperament may not be the same as before."

Fu Yanye continued to remind her.

"..."

Zhuo Jian listened patiently, but was still a little puzzled.

"I might stop enjoying chatting with my friends."

"If so what do you like?"

Zhuo Jian asked curiously.

Fu Yanye looked at her, didn't speak for a while, just smiled at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart was hot, and she lowered her eyes reflexively.

Nothing to do with her, sure.

At the entrance of the wonton shop tonight, the eight bodyguards were a cool sight.

Zhuo Jian turned to look out, "Should we go?"

"Ok?"

"Aren't they all treated like statues?"

Zhuo Jian looked at the expressionless bodyguards outside and said.

Fu Yanye glanced out, then smiled, and said, "Just wait until you want to leave."

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but turned to look at him again.

He seemed very patient.

But let them go.

When leaving, Fu Yanye took the initiative to get her bag again, still making a gesture of please.

The distance was neither close nor far, just enough to be polite, and let her smell the familiar cold fragrance of him.

Zhuo Jian was not used to it, but enjoyed it a little.

With his hands behind his back, he carried her bag and followed her slowly, restrained and polite, very gentlemanly.

Zhuo Jian once suspected that he had changed again.

I almost felt like I had changed my husband.

Suddenly thought of a movie, the girl will forget the previous day every day.

She suddenly felt that her idea was too dangerous, so he had better remember it quickly so that they could live a normal life.

On the way back, it began to drizzle.

Holding the bag in her arms, Zhuo Jian leaned over to look at the rainy night outside.

City A is a rainy city.

"Go back to Shengyuan."

In the silent carriage, suddenly there was a deep male voice.

Zhuo Jian's eyes drooped slightly, but she didn't refute.

The rain is getting heavier.

She called Wang Yue in the car, "Mom, we won't be going back tonight."

"Ah? Don't come back. It's okay. You young couple have fun outside. The children have me."

There was joy in Wang Yue's voice.

"Okay, then, goodbye."

Zhuo Jian quickly hung up the phone, then unconsciously looked upstairs.

Well, they're back again.

The two parked the car, and Fu Yanye walked over to her with an umbrella, "Come out."

Zhuo Jian held the bag and looked up at him, her eyes were full of stars.

She bowed her head and went out, most of the umbrellas were on her side.

"Don't get wet."

She held up the umbrella.

It's one thing to be angry with him, but quite another with his physical condition.

He better not be sick.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, and asked, "Is this considered caring?"

Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot.

Fu Yanye didn't ask any more questions, closed the car door and led her in.

Zhuo Jian felt that she might be a person who is more easily emotional, otherwise how could she be attracted to this person again?

Once inside, Fu Yanye put away the umbrella, looked at the rain outside and smiled inexplicably.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look at him foolishly.

Hey!

Why is she always a nympho?

"Why are you laughing?"

Zhuo Jian asked him curiously, trying not to be so tempting all the time.

Fu Yanye looked down at her, "I think this place is very good."

His eyes could not tell whether they were gentle or affectionate.

Zhuo Jian knew that he didn't remember her, and he wouldn't be as moved as she was.

From finding him to now, she still feels unreal.

"Of course it's good here, this is home."

She lowered her head, turned around and walked in first.

Fu Yanye watched her slender figure walk away, and followed her with long legs.

In the elevator, the two occupied each side, and Fu Yanye turned to look at her.

She seemed to be in a good mood tonight.

Not as cold and distant as before.

even……

Although she was still very delicate, there was a unique gentleness in her delicateness.

Yes, those sparkling eyes of hers could talk and...

Fu Yanye held his breath and looked at her quietly.

Zhuo Jian felt that he was looking at him again, and asked him unhappy in a blink of an eye, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

Fu Yanye didn't speak, but turned to look to the other side.

The corners of his eyes were upturned, and his thin lips moved slightly.

He thought, he once, must have loved her very much.

Otherwise, how could he stand such a coquettish woman?

But how did she make him fall in love with her?

Fu Yanye couldn't bear to visit her again.

Then within two seconds, Zhuo Jian stared mercilessly again.

Her stare is also cute.

Her eyes are big and bright, and she can enter people's hearts without knowing it, disturbing people's hearts...

He is no longer as strange as when he came back that day, so naturally he seems to be back to the way he was before.

After entering, the two walked in, Fu Yanye followed her, and suddenly asked, "Do I still like to sleep on the sofa tonight?"

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, she stopped but didn't look back.

"Yes."

Not long after, he heard an unsatisfactory and long-awaited answer.

Okay, he will continue to like to sleep on the sofa.

But when he came out of the shower, she said, "Actually, you like sleeping in the guest room."

"So, I'm getting three sons in the guest room?"

"..."

"I understand, I'll go."

Fu Yanye turned around and left without arguing with her.

Zhuo Jian stood in the bedroom, breathing a little weakly.

Was that look in his eyes provocative?Still disdain?

Don't bother arguing with her.

"By the way, which room do I like?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt her heart was about to jump out.

He is so talkative and well-behaved, he looks like a good husband who is 24 filial piety.

And he is a good husband who can tease his wife.

"Just next door."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she walked towards the bathroom without raising her head.

Why, if she answers such a stupid question again, she will write her name upside down.

Fu Yanye went to the next door and saw that the cupboard inside was empty. He thought, he probably doesn't like sleeping in the guest room, right?

However, when Madam said she liked it, she just liked it.

He lay down on the bed in the guest room, a little hard.

But, better than a sofa.

He had been sleeping on the sofa until he suspected that his lumbar muscles were strained.

When Zhuo Jian came out of the shower, Ouyang Ping called, "How is your husband doing?"

"In Shengyuan."

"Sheng Yuan? Just you two?"

Ouyang Ping's voice suddenly became ambiguous.

"He sleeps in the guest room."

Zhuo Jian heard it and immediately explained.

"Huh? You let him sleep in the guest room?"

Ouyang Ping didn't understand.

"Yes."

"There's something wrong with you, you, it's so cold, shouldn't you ask him to warm your bed?"

Ouyang Ping asked her again.

Zhuo Jian sighed, sat down by the bed, looked at the ring on her hand and said softly: "He has been out with other women for so long, will he be in my bed as soon as he comes back? I don't want it."

In her heart, she really cared.