I don't deserve your love

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed, then walked back to the desk and turned on the switch.

Immediately, a familiar figure appeared on the huge desktop.

-

As night falls, outside the TV station.

A classic Rolls Royce was parked under the steps.

The car door opened, and a tall man came out with long legs. He was dignified and cold, making people afraid to approach him, but he couldn't help being obsessed.

From the beginning of the night to the late night, the woman was finally willing to come out.

He stood in front of the car, smiling.

Zhuo Jian stood on the steps, gave him a dismissive look, then turned around and walked to the back of his car.

The bodyguard dared not open the door at all.

Zhuo Jian glared angrily at the people inside.

In the car, Yuan Man and Chang Xia clasped their hands and begged for mercy.

Zhuo Jian turned to look at Fu Yanye, "What do you mean?"

"please."

Fu Yanye opened the car door and asked her to get in.

"I just can't make it?"

Zhuo Jian asked him angrily.

Fu Yanye spread out his hands, and the straight suit was put on him, which made people feel that he was omnipotent.

Zhuo Jian only saw him approaching her step by step, and backed away involuntarily.

Thinking of the last time she stumbled backwards, this time she finally regained her senses ahead of time, turned around and left.

Fu Yanye took a few strides to catch up, "I'm just here to pick you up."

"I don't need it."

Zhuo Jian retorted.

"But I want to do it."

Fu Yanye looked at her with certainty.

"Who cares what you want to do? I just know that I hate you very much. I don't need you to take me home. In short, I thank you if you don't appear in front of me."

Zhuo Jian was grasped by his wrists and couldn't move. She was about to enter his arms and talked to him with a blushing face.

"I can believe that the child in your womb is mine."

"what?"

"Zhuo Jian, I don't trust you because I don't remember, but I have more than 80.00% confidence that the child in your belly is mine."

"..."

Zhuo simply stared at him, unable to understand half a word.

"Shall we settle down?"

Fu Yanye said suddenly.

"settle down?"

Zhuo Jian felt that it was not that simple.

"Go to the hospital for an examination. Now I can check whether the child is mine. The hospital will give me a certificate. Let's live a good life."

"..."

She knew it was not that simple.

He doesn't remember her and doesn't trust her after seeing those ambiguous things.

How could he suddenly believe her?

It turned out to be waiting for her here.

Zhuo Jian was so angry that she laughed after a while, "Go to hell."

The little leather shoes kicked hard on his feet.

Fu Yanye frowned suddenly in pain, but he didn't hum or let go.

"Can't you just listen to me once?"

"I used to listen to you too much."

Zhuo Jian struggled hard, and then she was tightly shrunk into his arms.

"I don't remember anything from the past, but I promise, as long as I'm sure the child is mine, I can do whatever you want me to do in the future."

"I let you die?"

"That won't work."

Zhuo Jian looked up at him angrily.

Fu Yanye's eyes showed tolerance in helplessness, "I still have to watch our daughter be born."

"Let me go, Fu Yanye, you are crazy, let go."

"Don't let it go."

"Ouch, vomit..."

I was so excited that I suddenly felt like vomiting.

Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye frowned.

Immediately, Zhuo Jianjian spat a lot into his chest.

Fu Yanye: "..."

"vomit!"

And then again.

Soon, she was released, slowly.

Then Fu Yanye looked down at himself, and then looked up at her.

Zhuo Jian still wanted to vomit, but because she ate less, she didn't vomit much.

Just suddenly want to laugh a little.

He looked miserable and disgusted but didn't dare to attack.

"you really."

"Really what?"

Zhuo Jian questioned him unhappily.

"Still want to vomit? Let you vomit to your heart's content."

Fu Yanye opened his hands and walked in front of her again.

Zhuo Jian immediately took two steps back, then turned around and got into his car.

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly after watching her get into the car.

While taking off his clothes, he looked into the car again.

She was bent so that he could not see her face.

But he guessed she was laughing.

Zhuo Jian quietly glanced out, and found that he was still standing there not knowing what to do with the clean place with the coat in his hand, so he opened the window, "Hey, are you going or not?"

Fu Yanye glanced helplessly at one side, then at his clothes.

How to deal with this?

Soon, Wang Rui got out of the car and took a black garbage bag, "Boss."

Fu Yanye glanced at his hands and threw the clothes in.

Wang Rui watched Fu Yanye get into the car and unconsciously thought, the boss has changed.

If Fu Yanye's clothes were soiled before, he would take them off and throw them away immediately.

But now, he seems to dislike it, but he doesn't seem to think about throwing it away?

After Fu Yanye got in the car, he saw the wet tissue that Zhuo Jian handed him, took it and wiped his fingers seriously.

Zhuo Jian looked at his fingers and couldn't deny that she still found them very pleasing to the eye.

Some people will not become ugly as they grow older.

On the contrary, it looks better.

Zhuo Jian boldly continued to stare at him, from his fingers to his profile.

Nothing is perfect.

But it was such a perfect person who forgot her twice.

Fu Yanye had been watched by her for a long time, so she only asked, "Madam Fu, can you fasten your seat belt?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and suddenly smiled.

Fu Yanye looked up at her, "Still want to vomit?"

"Fu Yanye, let's get to know each other again."

"Ok?"

"Hi, I'm Zhuo Jian."

"..."

Fu Yanye frowned and looked at her, looking at her slender hands that were soft and boneless.

At that moment, he wasn't sure he wanted to shake her hand, so he just looked at her again, "What the hell are you thinking?"

In terms of torturing him, Fu Yanye admitted that this woman is very talented. "

"It's just to get to know each other again. You forgot about me. If you don't want to know me, forget it."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she withdrew her hand.

Fu Yanye choked with sobs, and started the car while calling her: "Zhuo Jian."

"Ok?"

She turned to look at him.

"Don't let me touch you casually."

Fu Yanye's expression was cold, but his words were very rational.

"Let you touch me casually? What are you thinking?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and retorted in disbelief.

Fu Yanye didn't speak any more.

Of course she didn't know that every time he even touched her hand, his blood would boil.

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while, then turned to look out the window.

Fu Yanye drove the car restlessly, feeling that the night was a little strange.

After returning to Shengyuan, as soon as he went upstairs, Zhuo Jian told him before getting out of the elevator: "Don't show up at my house again tomorrow morning."

Fu Yanye watched her go out, and followed her slowly with her long legs.

Zhuo Jian walked to the door and opened it.

"Zhuo Jian."

Fu Yanye stood behind her.

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian reflexively turned to look at him.

"I know the password."