I don't deserve your love

"No."

Zhuo Jian laughed.

When the tears fell, the words were extraordinarily refreshing.

Fu Yanye loosened her hand, and distanced himself slightly from her.

"Fu Yanye, I have never actually loved you."

Zhuo Jian continued to speak stubbornly.

Fu Yanye looked at her and couldn't tell the truth from the fake.

"Actually, I married you, gave birth to you, and went looking for you, but I didn't want to leave the Fu family, and I didn't want to lose such a strong support from the Fu family. If I lost you, I would lose a lot of rights and benefits."

"..."

Fu Yanye looked at her coldly.

"The child in this stomach is indeed not yours."

He let go of her arm, Zhuo Jian pointed to her stomach and said to him.

"Zhuo..."

"Don't call me, you don't deserve it at all."

Zhuo Jian raised her head, glared at him, and refused him.

She choked up, she was angry, but she was more determined.

She wanted to be nice to him, and she wondered if she should be too cold-blooded towards him?

She thought he had lost his memory, and he must be very lonely too. He was very lonely in this city that he had lived in for more than 30 years but completely forgotten, and he needed company very much.

Simply, ridiculous.

Why is she thinking about that?

She shouldn't have any worries.

He's not worth it at all.

What he gave her back then, she gave it to him even more.

that's it.

After she finished speaking, she bypassed him and walked out.

Fu Yanye stood there without moving, until listening, the door was opened with a loud bang.

She pushed the door open vigorously and left.

"Yan Ye, are you crazy?"

Yan Zheng stood at the door and had no choice but to ask him this sentence.

The sound insulation was not very good just now, and they all heard it.

"He's not crazy, maybe he's out of his mind, Mr. Fu, after you recover from your illness, you'd better stay away from Ah Jian."

Zhong Mai couldn't help but remind him.

And Ouyang Ping had already chased Zhuo Jian out.

Zhuo Jian was followed by a group of bodyguards, but Ouyang Ping was the only one in front.

On the roof, Ouyang Ping hugged her, "I heard that he is not confident, afraid that he is not good enough for you to like, don't be too angry."

"He just bullies me, relying on my love for him, relying on the fact that the whole family is on his side."

Zhuo Jian also hugged Ouyang Ping, her voice was sobbing hoarsely, tears were already streaming down her face.

"Fool, he is just too ignorant, he needs to know that you love him."

"He will never know that he actually asked me if I love him. I also asked him such a thing, and he said he never did."

All of a sudden, those bad memories flooded my mind.

The way he was just now was so ruthless, so authoritarian, and autocratic.

Zhuo Jian cried until she trembled.

Ouyang Ping hugged her and felt her body gradually slipping, so she knelt on the ground with her, still hugging her tightly, "Please don't think too much, you still have one in your stomach. "

Ouyang Ping had no choice but to remind her of the key points.

Ouyang Ping was also terrified, afraid that Zhuo Jian would vomit blood again like before.

"Sister Pingping, I don't know what I should do right."

Zhuo Jian only cried aggrievedly, and told her what was in her heart in a hoarse voice.

Should she go or stay? Can she really bear it?

This time alone, she couldn't take it anymore.

Can she make him misunderstand more?

"At present, it is the husband who will give birth to a healthy and happy baby, Jian Jian, let's not think about that bastard Fu Yanye now, let's start now, just for ourselves and the babies, okay?"

Ouyang Ping held her face, wiped her face and comforted her.

babies?

Yes, she had sons, and an unborn daughter.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head and touched her belly, thought for a while, then threw herself into Ouyang Ping's arms and cried, "Mmm."

Zhuo Jian didn't go downstairs again, she stayed in the penthouse suite.

Fu Yanye didn't go back either, knowing she was upstairs, he went to the office.

He just asked her if she had ever loved him, and she was so wronged?

He turned on his phone, and not long after, the video of their wedding day was playing on repeat.

-

In the middle of the night, there was no one else in the empty room.

Zhuo Jian sat up again groggy.

I had a splitting headache and couldn't sleep at all.

She turned her head to look out the window, but the curtains were also drawn. In a blink of an eye, she saw the remote control on the bedside, and struggled to pick it up and press the switch.

The sky is full of stars outside, and through the floor-to-ceiling windows, all of them are reflected in the eyes.

Eyes hurt too.

She raised her hand to press her eyes to cover the heat, and then let go when she felt more comfortable, but she put her finger on her forehead and did not put it down again.

How could she suddenly be in such a bad mood tonight?

Obviously you can smile, why bother with a person with amnesia?

She felt a little regretful, her friends were all there at the time, so she didn't scare them, right?

And Fu Yanye, he now...

"Crack."

With a soft sound, the door was opened.

She looked up in that direction.

They were on the top floor, with only a little dim light coming in from outside.

But she knew it was him.

He walked very slowly.

But she still couldn't help being a little rushed, "Don't come here."

Fu Yanye's slender long legs stopped, and his black eyes looked at her from a distance.

Zhuo Jian also looked at him angrily, "What are you doing here?"

"Apologize."

Fu Yanye's deep voice was a little unreal.

"apologize?"

Zhuo Jian smiled wryly.

Does he need to apologize to her?

"I take back my question for tonight."

Fu Yanye couldn't see her clearly either, and his voice was very low.

"Return?"

Zhuo Jian found it funny.

Can you take back what you said?

She looked outside, only feeling desolate.

But she didn't want to make herself angry anymore, so she turned around and lay back, facing inside.

"You go, I'm going to rest."

"..."

Fu Yanye watched her lie down, should you go?

She was so sad that he didn't want to just leave.

But does he have another way?

Yan Zheng said that she lost half her life after meeting him again.

They used to be misunderstood, didn't they?

He thought about leaving, not wanting to provoke her in the middle of the night.

But he still walked over.

Zhuo Jian felt that he seemed to be approaching, so she turned to look at him.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her.

"Zhuo Jian, how many things have I done to make you sad?"

he asked with his head down.

Zhuo Jian's big eyes were filled with grievance and anger, but then she just lay back slowly and continued to turn her back to him, "Distrust is the thing that makes me sad the most."

"But you're happy with that boy."

He lowered his head and spoke without anger.

"Then you want to let me go with that boy?"

"will not."

"..."

She just knew it.

Whether he loves her or not, whether he remembers or not, he will never let her go.

And can't she even smile in front of outsiders?

To laugh is to like?

"I do not like him."

After a long time, he heard a weak voice behind him.