I don't deserve your love

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian was startled, and couldn't help but wonder who told him.

"I saw it when my son opened the door this morning."

"..."

"Good night."

Seeing her surprised expression, Fu Yanye didn't explain further.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help trembling her long eyelashes after watching him enter the opposite side.

That brat.

I don't know where to hide even if I enter the password.

After Zhuo Jian returned home, her aunt prepared supper for her. Zhuo Jian sat in the dining room and tasted the soup. The aunt asked, "Young Madam, do you want to send the young master a bowl of soup?"

As soon as Zhuo Jian stopped drinking the soup, she suddenly thought of him waiting for her to get off work until now.

She has eaten in Taili once, how about him?

Zhuo Jian glanced at the six or seven Xiaodie on the table, and said, "You make up your own mind."

The aunt looked at her and said with a smile: "Then I'll send some to the young master."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak any more, just lowered her head and continued to drink the soup.

Auntie walked out with some side dishes and rice soup, Zhuo Jian looked out quietly.

He might as well be cooking by himself.

After all, he loves cooking so much.

Thinking of the two of them talking tonight, she even threw him up all over.

At this moment, he should be taking a bath?

But the aunt knows the password on the other side, so she is very relieved.

Fu Yanye was still standing in the bathroom after taking a shower. The big white bath towel covered his lower body, but his broad shoulders were full of beauty.

He lowered his head, and when she was in his arms, her delicate and resentful eyes, her fragrance that drove him almost crazy, and her slightly pouted mouth because of anger suddenly appeared in his mind.

Until someone knocked on the outer door, when he thought that he wanted to kiss her, he came back to his senses.

After Fu Yanye went out, she saw the auntie in an apron standing at the door with food. The auntie was also very surprised, but she quickly turned her face away and said naturally: "Master, Young Madam asked me to bring you some food. "

Seeing that Auntie didn't feel uncomfortable, Fu Yanye knew that he had probably been seen like this before, so he walked over to take a look, and then questioned: "Are you sure she has such good intentions?"

"Young master, the young lady actually cares about you very much, she is just being stubborn in front of you."

"Let's put it in the restaurant downstairs, I'll eat later."

"it is good."

Aunt left soon.

Fu Yanye was wearing a nightgown. After going downstairs, his aunt had already left. He sat at the dining table and looked at the food.

He didn't believe that she would be so kind.

He even spat all over him on purpose.

Do you want to see him blow his hair?

Fu Yanye had no appetite, so he drank some soup and went to the sofa, turned on the TV, and then turned on the phone.

The video in the mailbox was called out.

It's all videos of the two of them going in and out of office buildings, hotels, and homes together a few years ago.

He really didn't realize that he liked it so much...

Although the video is not clear, he can also feel that the way he looks at her is unusual.

Even when standing with her, it is different.

He always likes to be very close to her, no matter where.

Of course, they also hold hands with each other sometimes.

In the video, they are laughing and playing, even...

And kissing.

Fu Yanye watched, raised his eyebrows unconsciously, and moved his sexy lips slightly.

They were more than just kissing.

His eyes remained fixed on the screen until the door was opened, and a little guy came in with a Winnie the Pooh in his arms. "Daddy."

Fu Yanye immediately turned off the phone and asked him, "Have you been kicked out again?"

Chengcheng looked at him pitifully, and soon went into his arms.

Fu Yanye lay on the sofa, holding Chengcheng in his arms.

The two of them were covered with blankets, and Cheng Cheng fell asleep quickly beside him.

Hearing Cheng Cheng's even breathing, Fu Yanye couldn't help lowering his eyes, and gently touched the top of Cheng Cheng's head with his hand.

When this kid fell asleep, he was like a big baby.

-

The next morning.

"Ah."

"Ah."

Grandfather collectively caught a cold.

Standing in front of the sofa, Zhuo Jian looked at the father and son who were sneezing while drinking cold medicine and couldn't help asking: "So why sleep on the sofa?"

Chengcheng didn't know the reason, but Dad was here, and he fell asleep for some reason, so he looked at Fu Yanye.

Dad is responsible for the explanation.

"Later, I felt sleepy and refused to move."

Fu Yanye gave an explanation very calmly.

"Sleepy and unwilling to move? You seem very proud? Didn't you see that your son had a cold?"

"Fortunately, I don't have a fever, just take some medicine."

Fu Yanye looked at Chengcheng again as he spoke.

"Daddy's right."

Cheng Cheng nodded in agreement with what his dad said, and felt that what Dad said was quite reasonable.

Zhuo Jian was dizzy with anger, and sat beside her, "You still think he has a fever?"

"You only care about your son, not your husband?"

Fu Yanye was a little dissatisfied.

From the time she came in until now, she didn't ask if he was okay, she just blamed him for not taking good care of her son.

"Oh, really, I find that Mr. Fu is so naive now, why should I care about you? You are over 30, and you are still a jerk."

It doesn't matter that Auntie brings fruit here from her house, just talk.

"Dad, you better stop talking, Mommy is still angry with you."

Chengcheng's soft and well-behaved voice reminded Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye frowned, sighed unconsciously, put down the cup, and nodded: "Okay, I shut up, it's all my fault."

Zhuo Jian saw that he suddenly lay down again, the sun shone a little on his face, and he didn't look very well.

"Daddy, do you want to sleep again?"

Chengcheng looked at him in the blink of an eye and said with concern.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye reluctantly agreed, and pressed his dry and hot eyes with his arms.

Cheng Cheng finished drinking the cold medicine, then moved to Fu Yanye, stretched out her soft little hand to touch his head, and then suddenly buried her hand in her arms, "Ah, Dad's head is so hot."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at Cheng Cheng's exaggerated appearance, her heart trembled.

Cheng Cheng then touched her forehead again, then turned to look at Zhuo Jian, "Mommy, what should I do if Daddy has a fever?"

"Didn't he drink the medicine just now? Come here, don't be infected by him."

Zhuo Jian greeted her son.

"Oh, so we don't care about Dad?"

"He is an adult and will take care of himself, let's go."

Zhuo Jian held Cheng Cheng's hand, and took Cheng Cheng away as she spoke.

Not long after, the doorknob was closed with a click, and Fu Yanye turned to face the sofa, feeling even worse with a splitting headache.

He is an adult, so he doesn't need to be taken care of?

"Master, do you want to go to the hospital?"

Auntie asked worriedly.

"Need not."

For some reason, my voice suddenly became hoarse.

"Then, call me if you have something to do."

Seeing that he didn't want to be disturbed, the aunt also left.

Fu Yanye covered his head with a blanket, he really didn't want to see anyone now.

The woman really didn't care about him a word from beginning to end.

Every look at him is judged.

bother.