I don't deserve your love

As soon as the three women turned their heads, they saw Fu Yanye standing at the door with Yan Zheng behind him.

Yan Zheng smiled and greeted inside: "I heard that you are dining here, come over and say hello."

The corner of Zhong Mai's mouth twitched. Isn't this set of prepositions too perfunctory?

Fu Yanye looked straight at Zhuo Jian with black eyes, "Just now you said who didn't recognize you?"

The sadness in her eyes dissipated, and she suddenly turned her head arrogantly, ignoring him.

Ouyang Ping and Zhong Mai looked at her like that, and then thought of what she said, Ouyang Ping immediately reminded him sharply: "Of course it is Mr. Fu, who bears the title of our A Jian's husband and does not do what a husband should do."

"So my wife complains that I don't fulfill my husband's accusations?"

Fu Yanye walked to Zhuo Jian's side, put his hand lightly on the back of the chair behind her, and looked down at him while talking.

He obviously lost his memory, but he still showed dignity in every gesture, and his demeanor was still extraordinary.

Zhong Mai and Ouyang Ping couldn't help sighing when they saw his image.

It can't be blamed that Zhuo Jian admired him since she was a child, it's because he is too demonic.

Yan Zheng had already sat next to Zhong Mai with a chair in his hand, seeing that the soup in Zhong Mai's bowl was gone, so he added another bowl.

Zhong Mai thought he was drinking it for her, but he lowered his head and drank it himself.

Zhong Maijiu was speechless.

Doesn't he dislike her for using it?

But the two of them are considered an old husband and wife, so what, what else do they dislike?

If he dares to dislike it, try it.

And Fu Yanye was still bent over beside Zhuo Jian: "Excuse me, Mrs. Fu, can your husband sit here?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian frowned and looked at him unhappily.

He definitely did it on purpose.

Look polite.

Actually, hum.

Zhuo Jian turned her head angrily, "Whatever."

"Hey."

Ouyang Ping looked at Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye, and sighed helplessly.

If Fu Yanye didn't recover his memory for a day, the husband and wife probably still have a lot of troubles.

But even if Fu Yanye recovers his memory and thinks about the past, will their husband and wife really get better?

At that time, the relationship between them was barely maintained by relying on their children.

If it wasn't for Fu Yanye's plane accident, Zhuo Jian would never have wanted to get back together with him.

But, so much has passed.

"Do you have to talk to Ah Jian like this? Yan Ye?"

After Yan Zheng drank a bowl of soup, he was finally willing to speak to his brother.

Fu Yanye looked up at him, then looked at Zhuo Jian with a smile.

Her angry face turned red and white, and he also picked up her bowl to fill the soup.

Everyone began to watch the excitement.

Fu Yanye filled the soup and put it in front of her, "Drink some soup to warm you up, it's not worth being angry with me."

"..."

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him again, she was angry when she heard the word warm.

But he said it wasn't worth being angry with him.

Yes, it's really not worth it.

Zhuo Jian brought the bowl in front of her, and then slowly began to drink the soup.

"Cough cough."

But soon, she couldn't drink it and choked.

"Feel sorry."

Soon she got up, wiped her mouth and ran to the bathroom inside.

Everyone: "..."

Zhuo Jian continued to cough inside.

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, "I did something wrong again, didn't I?"

"Yes."

The three spoke in unison.

Fu Yanye nodded helplessly, got up, walked over unhurriedly, and knocked on the door.

Everyone is no longer in the mentality of watching the excitement, and their faces are full of dissatisfaction.

What is going on with this boss?

Zhuo Jian coughed for a long time, her face was a bit miserable.

Fu Yanye walked in and closed the door gently.

Zhuo Jian looked at him in the mirror and asked, "What's the matter with Mr. Fu?"

"..."

Fu Yanye wanted to hate her, but in the end he just approached her with long legs.

Seeing him getting closer, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but put her hand under the marble sink again.

"very angry?"

he asked softly.

Zhuo Jian looked at him in the mirror, his dark eyes were deep and restrained seriously.

His body was close to hers, even, as if some fabric was rubbing against it.

Zhuo Jian gradually lowered her eyes, feeling as if her legs were being slowly pressed against her.

Bao Yang's delicate hands gripped the edge of the table even harder.

Fu Yanye put his hands lightly on her shoulders, "No matter what, a husband should do to his wife what a husband should do. What do you want me to do?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating violently, and her eyes could only see into the washbasin.

His temperature gradually spread from her legs to her whole body.

She suddenly grabbed the edge of the table, and then quickly wanted to leave.

Fu Yanye held her arms tightly, "My wife likes a man of her age, can't I be angry as a husband?"

Zhuo Jian was in a hurry and tried to break his hand away with both hands.

But she couldn't get away from him.

Until he willingly turned her body toward himself.

"Zhuo Jian."

"Since when did I fall in love with a man of the same age? Fu Yanye, please don't plant blame on me."

She blushed angrily, raised her hand and pushed his chest hard.

"You haven't?"

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand on his chest and questioned her coldly.

"No."

Zhuo Jian was angry.

Fu Yanye looked at her calmly for a long time.

Zhuo Jian also realized something, and suddenly became more annoyed and wanted to push him, but his wrists were tightly clasped by him.

"You don't like him?"

"You bastard, let me go."

Zhuo Jian struggled and roared angrily.

"You don't like that Liu Yuntian?"

Fu Yanye continued to question, but his voice was deeper and slower.

Zhuo Jian was already dizzy with anger, and her wrist was twisted so painfully, she refused to answer him again, only said: "Let me go."

"Why don't I let go?"

Fu Yanye grabbed her wrist and brought it in front of him.

The two got closer, breath intertwined.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, couldn't hold on any longer, tears fell down.

He would bully her, no matter when.

She was extremely wronged for a moment, but she suddenly stopped moving, just trying not to fall into his arms.

"What are you going to do if I don't let you go?"

He continued to ask, was asking, and seemed to have some kind of purpose.

"Fu Yanye, I hate you."

With a hoarse voice, she said these words stubbornly and with difficulty.

How can he do this?

After suspecting that the child was not his, he suspected that she liked someone else.

He literally took her breath away.

Fu Yanye held her tighter, and retracted his hands slightly into his arms.

He wouldn't know that the previous him had already taken her into his arms under such circumstances.

He's not sure right now.

He is not confident.

Although he thinks she should love him very much.

But how can there be so many shoulds in the world?

Could it be that he is self-indulgent?

"Have you ever loved me?"

He searched and searched in her eyes, and blurted out this sentence.

did you love me

That day suddenly appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.

That day, he asked him to show his ambition by death.

"Ever loved me?"

Fu Yanye continued to ask in a deep voice.

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