I don't deserve your love

Chapter 754 I can't celebrate my birthday, don't go

As soon as he stood up, the whole audience was watching again.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and took a long time to release his breath slowly.

Why did he come to pick her up even though he had already forgotten her?

Why was he full of doubts about her, but still approached her?

After Zhuo Jian bid farewell to everyone, she walked down the steps slowly.

Fu Yanye stared straight at her with dark eyes, until she approached, he smiled: "Isn't it too late for me?"

Zhuo Jian changed her dignity just now, turned her face away and looked in another direction, and said lightly: "I don't ride in a car with someone with a high fever."

"The fever is gone."

"..."

His deep voice was accompanied by the sound of the wind, overhearing.

Zhuo Jian looked at him slowly again, he still didn't look very good, but he liked to be clean and looked refreshed.

A gust of wind hit her neck, she tightened her jacket, "Let's go then."

Fu Yanye stepped out of the way.

But she stood in front of the co-pilot without moving, and looked at him in the blink of an eye.

Fu Yanye exchanged glances with her, and immediately understood, he went to open the door for her, a gentleman made a gesture of please, and put one hand on it to prevent her from hitting the top of her head.

Zhuo Jian got into the car and took the initiative to fasten her seat belt.

Fu Yanye glanced at her behind the car, she seems to be in a bad mood tonight?

Didn't even argue with him.

The car started, and there was silence inside.

But in the car behind the two of them, Chang Xia couldn't help asking Yuan Man, "Sister, are we really going on a business trip?"

"Looks like it is, the route has been applied for."

If there is no accident, they are going out for a trip.

"Then you say, the boss really doesn't care if Madam is around?"

Chang Xia always felt that it might be because the boss didn't express clearly, which made his wife think wrong.

"Of course not. If you don't care, will you still insist on picking up your wife from get off work if you feel unwell?"

Yuan Man felt that what Zhuo Jian said was reasonable, but Fu Yanye was not heartless.

It's just a person with amnesia, who can't instantly integrate into the emotion he doesn't remember.

"Hey, should we also invite the boss to go on a business trip?"

Chang Xia muttered to herself.

"It's not up to us to decide. Madam can't get angry now, it's better to keep her mind on her own business, huh?"

"Oh!"

Chang Xia was obedient, and Yuan Man was relieved seeing that she was sensible.

In the car in front, the man had already put on a mask. Because it was black, he seemed to be a little cooler.

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked, "Didn't you say that the fever has subsided?"

"I still have a little throat discomfort, don't infect you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't answer, but couldn't help but look at him more.

"Want to listen to music?"

"can."

Fu Yanye played music, it was Zhang Weijian's Who Do You Love Me Like.

Zhang Weijian's voice immediately attracted the ears of the two people. Both the tone and the lyrics are excellent, and it seems...

Fu Yanye drove the car seriously, and Zhuo Jian felt a little bored listening to the song, so she leaned over to change a song.

Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye, her eyes were almost fixed on the screen when she changed the song.

"Are you very nearsighted?"

"..."

After Zhuo Jian turned her head to look at him, she didn't speak for a while.

Before he asked her why she was short-sighted.

She chose not to answer the questions she had answered, and said after a while: "I can see you clearly."

Fu Yanye smiled after hearing this.

It's good to see him clearly.

The car drove in the direction of Shengyuan, Zhuo Jian remembered something, and said: "I'm going to the old house tonight, Cheng Cheng still has a cold, I want to go and see."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye nodded, and turned his head at the next intersection.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, "Are you going too?"

"Son is sick, shouldn't the father be by his side?"

Fu Yanye asked her back.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, what he said made sense.

And Chengcheng seems to like being with him.

"Don't sleep on the sofa with your son in the future."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

"You applied for the route, how many days will you go?"

"Three to five days."

Zhuo Jian said, and then looked down at her lower abdomen.

In fact, it's less than five months, so it stands to reason that it won't move much.

But just now she felt the little one in her stomach move.

Her hand couldn't help touching that direction, comforting.

The car arrived at the old house soon, but it was not unlocked.

Holding the steering wheel in his hand, Fu Yanye turned to look at her, "I don't have to celebrate my birthday."

"Ok?"

"What's the point of a birthday? I don't remember anything."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled.

I can't help but wonder if he is now like the song sung just now. In fact, he is also very troubled, but she doesn't know if she can't see it.

"Didn't it mean that your blood sugar is low? You are already weak, so there is no need for you to hide for so long because of such a trivial matter."

Fu Yanye continued.

Zhuo Jian remained silent until she saw his fingers holding the steering wheel.

That ring is still on her neck.

"Don't go, okay?"

Fu Yanye discussed with her again.

"There is indeed an interview, but it wasn't me originally, but now it's me, so it's not appropriate for me to say no."

Zhuo Jian explained patiently.

"Suitable."

"Suitable?"

"You're not feeling well. Your husband is afraid that something will happen to you, so he won't allow you to leave the city."

"..."

"is it okay?"

Fu Yanye looked at her and asked again.

The cramped space suddenly fell silent. After a long time, Zhuo Jian smiled and said, "No."

She leaned over and opened the car door herself.

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, and her body brushed against his chest. Although it was through the clothes, he felt that his heartbeat seemed to have forgotten to beat at this moment, and the fragrance on her body forced him to restrain himself.

But that day, after all, it didn't work out.

It was raining in the morning.

She packed everything, and the suitcase was at the door.

But people standing in front of the glass screen watching the rain outside can't do anything.

The flight was cancelled.

Wang Yue called her mobile phone. Her ringtone was not strong, but she still heard it.

"Hey, Mom."

"Didn't you leave?"

Wang Yue was already in the kitchen, ordering food to be prepared.

"Ah."

"That's right, you go next door to see your husband for me, he seems to have a fever again."

"Fever again?"

"No, when I came home last night, I said I had a headache. I felt a little hot, so I didn't keep him. I can't get through the phone right now. Go over and have a look."

Wang Yue said.

"Okay, I'll go over immediately."

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian didn't dare to delay, and immediately hung up and walked towards the door.

The house next door was still quiet, even a little cold.

There have been several heavy rains this autumn, and the thunder and lightning have continued, making it very cold.

She went in and soon saw him on the sofa in the living room.

He was covered with a thin blanket, with his arms pressed to his forehead, as if he was still asleep.

Zhuo Jian walked up to him, sat down beside him, and reached out to touch his face.

Fu Yanye sighed, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine."

"Fu Yanye, you burned so badly."

Zhuo Jian felt that his body temperature was abnormal just by touching his face.

Should be high fever.

Hearing her voice, Fu Yanye slowly lowered his arms, opened his eyes, and finally there was some warmth in his tired eyes.

"How did you come?"

He sat up with the blankets on his lap and spoke hoarsely.

"Mom asked me to come."

She was always not very enthusiastic when speaking, but she touched his forehead with her hand.

It's hot, just hot.

Zhuo Jian's face turned pale with fright, "I'm going to find a thermometer, but I can't go to the hospital. I have antipyretics at home and take it first."

"Zhuo Jian."

Her leaving hand continued to be held on his forehead.

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