I don't deserve your love

"Can I sleep a little longer?"

After eating noodles and drinking antipyretics, Fu Yanye looked at her again and asked.

Zhuo Jian looked at his pitiful appearance, nodded, and leaned back again, "Come on."

Fu Yanye was lying on her lap again, and suddenly turned around.

Her belly bulged.

He felt something was wrong just now, and now he understood the reason.

Her belly is indeed different from that of ordinary women.

He didn't notice that she was wearing a coat at that time. After the meal, she washed her hands and took off the coat. Now she is only wearing a purple shirt, and the material is soft and soft against her protruding belly.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and gradually became more and more worried that he had disturbed that.

Looking at his cautious appearance, Zhuo Jian said softly, "Should I give you a birthday present?"

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye looked up at her.

Zhuo Jian looked down at her lower abdomen, and held his hand, but before she put his hand on her lower abdomen, she couldn't help but ask playfully: "You can choose not to."

"..."

Fu Yanye looked straight at her with dark eyes, and smiled slightly after understanding, "Yes."

Zhuo Jian glared at him, said nothing else, and put his hand on her belly.

Fu Yanye restrained his heartbeat and just felt it quietly.

"It's been less than five months, so nothing special has happened."

Zhuo Jian reminded him softly, for fear of alarming their little princess.

This is the first time the father and daughter greeted each other.

Fu Yanye took his hand away, and put his profile face on it.

Zhuo Jian's heart beat like thunder.

The hand on the sofa suddenly didn't know where to put it.

She just looked at him stupidly against her lower abdomen.

My eyes became hot again for no reason.

"This gift is very special."

He looked up at her and said.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, but looked at him with restrained excitement.

Fu Yanye put his arms around her waist, and pressed against her lower abdomen, listening quietly.

"Aren't you going to speak to her?"

"say what?"

"Say……"

Say, baby, hello, Daddy loves you.

But remembering that he still mistook him for someone else's child, her voice stopped abruptly.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye looked at her again, wondering why she stopped suddenly.

But there was tenderness and resentment in her eyes, and he soon understood.

And soon, he really heard her more serious words.

"I don't know whose seed you are, be careful, I will find someone to kill you."

Zhuo Jian's angry voice was soft, soft and stubborn.

Fu Yanye turned over and lay on her lap again, then looked at her in a good mood, "I think I'm fine."

"Of course, why would Mr. Fu have a problem?"

How dare he say he's okay?

Is it her that is the problem?

"I mean, if she's someone else's child, the idea that I, as your real husband, want you to get rid of her is fine."

"Of course, of course it is. It's okay if you want to kill me."

Zhuo Jian nodded, pretending not to be angry.

In fact, I was so angry that I wanted to beat him.

"I don't think it's a problem if you're angry, Zhuo Jian. You said that day that you got to know me again. I don't think it's necessary. We are husband and wife, or childhood sweethearts. How can we get to know each other again? I will remember as soon as possible, I promise."

Fu Yanye assured her very firmly.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, angry and annoyed but helpless.

"How can you guarantee it?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

"There seems to be no other way but to work hard."

Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows.

Looking at his indifferent attitude, Zhuo Jian felt that he was talking big.

Of course she also wanted him to remember, and she wanted him to apologize to her and the baby in her belly.

How can a father treat his daughter like another man?

It's outrageous.

Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang again, she leaned slightly to look at the table, it was Wang Yue.

"Help me get my phone."

Zhuo Jian spoke.

Fu Yanye turned his head and glanced, and reached for the phone with a casual hand. Seeing that it was Wang Yue, he connected it directly for her, hands-free.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

You can only give him a dissatisfied look.

Why do you want to turn on the speakerphone?

"Jian Jian, Ah Ye has a fever?"

"Mom, he has a little fever, but he has already taken medicine, so don't worry."

"Oh, are you together?"

"Well, we're together."

Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye, feeling a little embarrassed for some reason.

"That's good. I feel more at ease with you by his side. By the way, wish him a happy birthday for me."

"And us, Jane Jane, wish your husband a happy birthday for us."

"Good grandma."

Zhuo Jian laughed unconsciously when she heard the old lady's voice in a particularly lively atmosphere.

"You're giving your husband a big one for me."

The old lady continued to call into Wang Yue's phone.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Fu Yanye's eyebrows stretched, and he waited eagerly while holding the phone.

How big is it?

Didn't he just ask this woman to kiss him?

Well, how would it feel if she kissed him?

I just touched my lips and felt...

Terrible.

Zhuo Jian looked at the person who gave her the phone, and didn't want to agree.

"Baby Jian Jian, you must kiss your husband for grandma, and tell him for us that we love him very much."

Wang Yue also turned on the speakerphone, and everyone listened to the movement inside.

It's still raining outside.

It should have been a depressing day.

Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly, looked at Fu Yanye, and easily agreed: "Good grandma, I will tell him."

"Then we won't disturb the two-person world of your young couple, bye."

The old lady hung up after finishing speaking, and then high-fived Wang Yue: "Yeah!"

The old house happily fantasizes about the sweetness of their world as husband and wife.

And in Shengyuan.

Zhuo Jian looked at Fu Yanye lying on his lap, and only said, "Your legs are numb."

Fu Yanye looked up at her and smiled, "Let me rub it for you."

"Need not."

Just as his hand touched her leg, Zhuo Jian immediately grabbed his five fingers and refused.

Seeing her suddenly flushed face, Fu Yanye looked at her more seriously, "Why don't you do what grandma told you first?"

"Ok?"

"Grandma asked you to kiss me for her, and said..."

"You have heard it all, so you don't need me to convey it?"

Zhuo Jian stopped him from speaking.

"But you agreed, do you have the heart to lie to grandma?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

"Why can't you lie? Don't you know there is a saying called white lie?"

Zhuo Jian asked him back.

Fu Yanye looked at her with a smile and said, "In this case, grandma will be sad, right?"

"Don't tell me she won't be sad as an old man."

"..."

"Unless you deliberately make her old man sad."

"Zhuo Jian."

"As the juniors, we must know how to report good news and not bad news to the elders, do you know that?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and continued to speak eloquently.

Fu Yanye smiled helplessly.

"Or do you want grandma and the others to worry about us?"

Zhuo Jian asked again.

"You make me feel like I'm very ignorant."