I don't deserve your love

"kiss Me."

Fu Yanye leaned on the corner of the table, staring straight at her with black eyes.

Zhuo Jian stared at him in a daze, but quickly moved forward.

The moonlight outside was just right, falling softly on them.

She is like a novice, kissing very greenly.

Just lightly.

Fu Yanye's big palm quickly landed on the back of her head, and he lowered his head and kissed her back again.

One minute later, he reluctantly left, his black eyes still looking straight at her, and reminded: "This is a kiss."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, her heart beating like thunder.

I have lost my memory, and I still know what to kiss and not to kiss?

"Then can I shoot now?"

Zhuo Jian held the phone, delicately reminding her carefully.

"..."

Fu Yanye smiled helplessly.

Watching her to the end, just admit defeat.

After all, follow orders.

The headlights in the office were turned on.

A man in a neat suit held the letter of guarantee to his chest.

Zhuo Jian sat in the chair with her stomach outstretched, found the right position, and took pictures.

"So are you really beating yourself up for losing my ring?"

When going out, Fu Yanye saw how happy she was looking at her phone with her head down, so she asked her:

"Yes, I have."

After saving the photos in various locations, put the phone away again.

Fu Yanye saw how she was guarding against thieves, and asked her: "You are not guarding me, are you?"

"Just to guard against you, I'm so hungry, let's go home quickly."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she walked ahead arrogantly.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia followed after Fu Yanye left.

In fact, she was really guilty, blamed herself, and even a little annoyed.

If I knew it earlier, I should have kept it at home.

Why wear it all the time?

He cherished that ring so much.

On the way back, passing a jewelry store, Zhuo Jian called him immediately: "Stop the car, let's go there."

Fu Yanye glanced at the sign, then drove the car over.

"Let's go, I'll buy you another one."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye didn't say anything, opened the car door and followed her into the store.

The rings of international brands seem to be extraordinarily exquisite.

Zhuo Jian walked around, and then chose the simplest pair, "Please take a look at this pair."

Standing by the side, Fu Yanye saw her pick up the man's, and said to him, "Give me your hand."

Fu Yanye originally put his hand behind his back, but he gave her another hand after listening.

Zhuo Jian held his hand, feeling sore for a moment.

She has loved his hands since she was a child, but now that they are in her palms, she can't feel the sweetness.

Fu Yanye's deep black eyes also looked at her, at the ring in her hand, and at the distraught look on her face.

Although she may think she's covering it up pretty well.

But he can see, see her bad.

Zhuo Jian slowly pushed the ring into his finger.

Some cold.

Fu Yanye frowned unconsciously.

Zhuo Jian thought the ring was okay, but...

Anyway, it doesn't feel right.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, seeing that he didn't seem to like him very much, and asked him, "Either?"

"Ah."

Fu Yanye's voice was not straightforward.

But there was no outright rejection.

As Zhuo Jian spoke, she looked at the female model again, staring sideways like that for a full minute.

She pondered, and then picked up the female ring with a natural movement.

Put it on your fingertips, cool.

She felt the ring on her finger protest.

But who made her lose his ring.

Zhuo Jian stretched out her ring-wearing hand and was about to put it on almost immediately.

Very crisp action.

But when she saw their original wedding ring on her finger, she suddenly froze.

The two of them had been arguing for so long over a ring, did they really just change it?

Perhaps it is hard to change the habit.

Otherwise, what reason does she have to reluctantly take off the one in her hand?

Zhuo Jian straightened her waist and looked down at the ring on her hand, her face became more and more serious.

Fu Yanye also looked at her, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

Zhuo Jian responded quickly, and quickly put the new ring on the other hand.

Fu Yanye looked at the new ring on her hand, and then at her, seeing her satisfied face, she smiled helplessly.

They are all obsessed with the first sight.

But they are all used to pretending.

"The rings of the two of you are very suitable."

The staff spoke at the right time.

"Then pay the bill and ask my husband to pay."

As Zhuo Jian spoke, she turned around and looked at the new ring against the light above her head.

I always feel that this is not my own thing.

But the expression on his face seemed to have gotten a favorite plaything.

"Okay, please come with me."

The staff nodded and quickly took Fu Yanye to pay.

But when they came out of the store, neither of them was happy.

Zhuo Jian opened her hand wearing the new ring, looking at the shiny new ring.

Obviously it is an international brand, it is obviously a famous designer's work, it is obviously brand new, but I am not happy in my heart.

I also feel that the heavy things on the fingers are particularly uncomfortable.

Fu Yanye put his hands in his pockets, looked at her in a daze, and asked her, "Do you not like it?"

"Maybe it's because I'm not used to it, it'll be fine after a while, let's go."

Zhuo Jian said, and walked towards the car.

Fu Yanye stood there watching her go out before following her.

Why get used to things you don't need to get used to?

He is disappointed, he is uncomfortable.

That ring belonged to him, and since he opened his eyes and found that he was missing the ring, he has been brooding about it.

But that doesn't mean he needs a new ring.

How to explain it to her?

I don't want her to pay in vain.

On the way back, Zhuo Jian rested her chin on her hand and kept looking out of the window.

Autumn in City A is extremely cold, or you should wear a coat tomorrow.

When they got home, Zhuo Jian went in first, and Fu Yanye closed the door. After entering, he saw Zhuo Jian sitting tiredly on the sofa, and walked over to sit next to her: "It seems very tired."

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, put her hands on her forehead, and looked directly at him.

She suddenly felt a little uncertain and empty.

He was right in front of her.

"who am I?"

There was no beginning or end, and suddenly asked softly.

Fu Yanye narrowed his dark eyes, and then smiled, "You are, Fu Yanye's wife."

"Fu Yanye's wife."

She chewed these words carefully, put down the hand that was supporting her chin, and leaned back lazily.

"tired?"

Fu Yanye moved closer to her.

Zhuo Jian raised her head and saw him standing in front of her, without moving, "Yes."

"Shall I rub it for you?"

As he spoke, his hand was already raised, on her temple.

Zhuo Jian felt that her temples became warmer all of a sudden.

The coolness on his body gradually dissipated, and the warm temperature made the half of her body that leaned against him warm up. When her vision was blurred, she slowly leaned into his arms, and naturally embraced him with both hands. narrow waist.

It seems that today, what was lost was not a ring.

but a heart.

Zhuo Jian pressed her face against his chest, and hugged him more and more tightly with her hands.

Before the tears fell, she put her face in his arms to cover it.

When she smelled the familiar smell, she was so sad that she almost sobbed.

But everything is held back in due course.

Fu Yanye stopped the movement of his hands and looked down at her.

He gently stroked her hair with his hand, and whispered: "It's okay, it's just a ring."

"No."

Her voice was weak and weeping.