I don't deserve your love

"Humph."

Zhuo Jian blinked, and gave him a half-smile expression.

"Bullying me makes you happy?"

Or the atmosphere is just right here, and his movements are extremely natural.

Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly became hot.

Fu Yanye casually grabbed her hand that was placed aside and placed it on his heart, spreading her fingers.

Through the thin shirt, the heat from her hands was quickly transmitted to him.

Or maybe his scalding temperature was passed on to her.

Fu Yanye was more like a boy getting so close to a woman for the first time, even his ears were red.

Zhuo Jian tried to take her hands away from his heart, he couldn't remember the past, but she was no longer an ignorant girl.

In the years of living with him, she has learned too much.

But the hand and his entanglement are inseparable.

Fu Yanye looked at her, his eyes suddenly darkened.

The memory suddenly returned to before returning home.

At that time, he and Lin Ruxiang lived in the same house.

Lin Ruxiang touched his hands once, but he didn't know what happened, he ran to the bathroom secretly when she couldn't see, and washed his hands at least ten times.

Afterwards, he himself felt perverted.

However, he couldn't control himself.

And when she touched him, not only did he not feel dirty, but he even felt unsatisfied.

"Fu Yanye, you are the one who bullies others."

No one is like this.

I can't even remember, and I still have to put her hand on my heart.

Seeing that she was in a hurry, Fu Yanye finally let go of her hand.

Zhuo Jian immediately put her hands behind her back and gave him a stubborn look.

Fu Yanye smiled: "Then let you continue to bully me now."

He found that when she bullied him, she seemed very happy?

Just now she couldn't hide her smile, but when he touched her, she became anxious again.

In any case, pregnant women cannot be unhappy.

From last night until she came this morning, Fu Yanye only thought about her.

Sure enough, after she came, his hanging heart slowly dropped to its original place.

He himself was wondering why he wanted to see her so much, even...

I used to think that he is not familiar with her now, so he should keep a polite distance.

But slowly, last night he almost couldn't bear to go to the opposite side and directly occupy her bed, occupying...

Fu Yanye looked at her, the more he looked at her, the more he didn't want to let her go so easily.

"I see that your fever has subsided, and I have to go."

Zhuo Jian kept her hands behind her back and whispered stubbornly.

She wants to leave.

She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, it would be even more unpleasant.

She doesn't want to be touched by someone who doesn't remember herself.

Before she knew it, he had been lying on her lap for a long time.

"Today is my birthday, let me be unreasonable for a while."

He turned around and buried his face in her arms, hugging her plump waist again.

Zhuo Jian just felt that she couldn't breathe, and wanted to scold him but felt that she shouldn't.

He has a fever.

He didn't ask her to kiss him and say he loves him as domineeringly as before. He has done a great job.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help frowning.

It's really used to pampering her son. He just didn't make things difficult for her, but she thought he was great.

He is not a son.

The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more bored she became, and she couldn't help muttering: "Fu Yanye, if you want to sleep, go to bed."

"Unless you accompany me."

If that is the case, he is willing to take a few more steps.

"Thinking beautiful."

Zhuo Jian muttered.

It's not easy for her to take care of him until now, okay?

Still want to push an inch?

Humph.

Resolutely do not agree.

"I can't think of something more beautiful?"

Fu Yanye raised his face, looked at her again and asked.

"Don't think about me, I won't accommodate you."

Zhuo Jian said, looking at his heart.

Fu Yanye knew that she meant that he didn't have her in his heart.

Fu Yanye smiled: "But I can't help but think of you."

"..."

When Zhuo Jian's heart was beating like thunder because of his words that he couldn't help thinking about her, he suddenly added two more words.

Zhuo Jian thought of all the things in the past, and couldn't help scolding him for thinking about animals with his lower body.

"Zhuo Jian, let's live together."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was even more surprised.

"At least I can come to you immediately when you are not feeling well."

"It seems that you are the one who is uncomfortable now."

Zhuo Jian could only pretend to be indifferent and remind him.

Some words are too easy to say, but too difficult to do.

"I just have a fever and I'll be fine soon, but you're pregnant."

"But you don't recognize the child as yours."

The topic was about to stop, and the two looked at each other with dissatisfaction.

Shortly after.

"I'll go upstairs and sleep."

Fu Yanye was finally willing to leave her and went upstairs.

Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa, and after listening to him close the door, she quickly got up and left with her mobile phone.

Sometimes, she really wants to be a fool.

But is a fool really happy every day?

Zhuo Jian returned to the opposite side.

Seeing her coming back by herself, the aunt went to cut fruit and tea for her and sent them to the living room, and asked her, "Young Madam, is Master better?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian thoughtfully agreed.

"That's good, but today is the young master's birthday, young lady, why are you willing to leave the young master there alone?"

Auntie also wanted to be tactful, but she found that she was not tactful enough.

Zhuo Jian looked at her with even more interest, seeing her aunt embarrassed, she smiled helplessly.

"He fell asleep, and I just wanted to come back and eat."

As Zhuo Jian said, she directly picked up the fruit plate.

"So it's like this, then you eat, if it's not enough, I'll cut it for you."

After hearing this, the aunt relaxed her heart.

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian agreed, and then casually ate the fruit.

In the future, their princess must also like to eat fruit, and maybe strawberries more?

But today, she suddenly wanted to eat some cherries.

Zhuo Jian looked outside, and the rain was not as strong as it was in the morning.

Her cell phone rang again, she glanced at it in a blink of an eye, then picked it up, "Hello?"

"Sister Zhuo Jian, you didn't go on a business trip today. If the rain stops at noon, we would like to have dinner together."

"I'm going to miss my appointment today. My husband has a cold. Let me stay with him at home."

Zhuo Jian thought, such a good excuse is useless.

So after hanging up the phone, she felt even better.

After eating a few more strawberries, I went to the kitchen to find cherries.

Fu Yanye didn't wake up at noon, Zhuo Jian asked her aunt to take a look on the grounds of fatigue, and then went upstairs to sleep.

"Zhuo Jian."

"Fu Yanye?"

She had a dream. In the dream, Fu Yanye came back from outside and went straight to her.

She looked at Fu Yanye in disbelief.

"I am back."

Fu Yanye didn't sit on the sofa like before, but went directly in front of her.

In the dream, Zhuo Jian knew it was him by looking at him, and couldn't help crying.

"Zhuo Jian? Zhuo Jian?"

"Fu Yanye, woo woo, you're finally back."

The body is also hot, it's true, he's back.

Zhuo Jian buried herself in his arms and continued to cry excitedly.

Fu Yanye didn't move, the arms that were frozen in mid-air because of the sudden embrace of the sleeping person slowly placed on her body, and said softly: "Zhuo Jian."