I don't deserve your love

he's gone.

But let's go, just after she figured it out, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at her.

Although Zhuo Jian couldn't see his face clearly, she knew that he had turned around.

Fu Yanye fell back again, and soon, the big black umbrella was propped on top of her head.

"Not for you, but for my daughter in your womb."

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes and explained.

"Who cares?"

Zhuo Jian said lightly, and walked out after speaking.

Seeing her walking into the rain, Fu Yanye could only follow her with big strides, raised his arm, and put his arm on her shoulder when he got to her side, and hugged her domineeringly.

Zhuo Jian struggled twice but did not struggle away.

Instead, the rain is getting heavier.

They can all hear.

The raindrops hit the umbrellas, crackling, and hitting their hearts hard.

The two looked at each other without saying a word.

At that moment, Zhuo Jian's heart suddenly felt hot, and her eyes were blurred with smoke.

Fu Yanye only said very coldly: "Go home before making trouble."

Go home and make trouble again?

He thought she was making trouble?

Well, she will show him.

After returning home, she kicked her shoes aside casually, and walked inside barefoot.

Fu Yanye watched from the door, thinking she was just messing around.

This is winter.

He changed his shoes, took her slippers and walked over.

Zhuo Jian was sitting on the sofa, and when she saw him approaching, she deliberately ignored him, but she accidentally saw the shoes he put at her feet.

"Want me to put it on for you?"

Fu Yanye squatted beside her legs, staring straight at her with black eyes and asking her.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him and kicked his foot in.

Who cares that he wears it.

Fu Yanye sat down beside her without speaking.

"Are you hungry? Shall I cook something to eat?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian listened, but didn't look at him, and didn't reply.

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly, got up, took off his coat and put it neatly on the side, then walked into the kitchen with his shirt sleeves rolled up.

Zhuo Jian leaned back on the sofa, upset.

How did he do it, and he was still in the mood to cook in this situation?

And didn't he still have a headache at that time?

As soon as Zhuo Jian thought of his headache, she put everything else aside, got up and walked slowly to the kitchen to look at him.

Fu Yanye turned around and saw her, and asked her, "What's the matter?"

"If you're uncomfortable, don't do it."

"Do you really care about me, or are you just being polite to me?"

Fu Yanye questioned her uncertainly.

Although his voice was inquiring, the listeners were not comfortable.

Is she being polite to him?

"If I really care about you, you don't have to think about it. It's not that I still have fantasies about you. I'm just for the daughter in my belly who is related to you and our common son."

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered what he said at that time and forwarded it to him.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, but just smiled helplessly.

After all, there is still a heart between them.

That short, good time was simply unrealistic.

Fu Yanye smiled: "It doesn't matter to us, but my daughter can't go hungry in your stomach, go out and wait for food."

"Since you care about your daughter so much, then you should do better, she has a good appetite."

Zhuo Jian was not polite when he heard him talking about his daughter again, and left after speaking.

Fu Yanye thought to himself, I don't know if it's my daughter who is picky or you who are picky?

Zhuo Jian has been very picky lately, she doesn't force herself to stuff a mouthful of food she doesn't like.

In this respect they are very similar.

He has always been like this.

Zhuo Jian sat on the sofa for a while, the little guy in her stomach was moving around, which made her tired and helpless, and finally she smiled softly.

"Baby, what are you fussing about? Are you so happy to hear that he cooks for you? Don't be fooled by his sweet words, a man's mouth is the most unbelievable."

Zhuo Jian gently touched her stomach, and whispered to her daughter inside.

She has been like this since she was a child. One or two words of his intentional or unintentional, whether true or false, made her whole heart stick to him, but what was the final result?

Fu Yanye went out to bring her hot water, and when he heard her words, he stood behind her and sighed helplessly.

Zhuo Jian didn't hear footsteps, she didn't know he was coming until he bent over and put the water glass on the table.

"Do you always describe me to your daughter like this when you are alone?"

He asked her patiently.

Zhuo Jian didn't know why she suddenly felt guilty, but soon said indifferently: "It depends on your mood."

Fu Yanye stood aside and laughed helplessly, and said, "Drink while it's hot."

Zhuo Jian looked at the steaming water, but didn't move.

Fu Yanye turned around and went back to the kitchen.

Zhuo Jian took a deep breath quietly, then leaned over to get some water to drink.

The two couldn't make it through, and he poured water for her?

That's right, do people care about their daughter now?

If she is not pregnant now, he will not care about her.

Zhuo Jian drank the water and 'enjoyed' it as it should be.

After all, he has to take care of his daughter, and his daughter is now in her belly.

After Zhuo Jian drank the water and looked outside, she suddenly had the urge to fly away.

Unfortunately, no wings.

It was too late for lunch, so Zhuo Jian rested in the bedroom all afternoon until Ouyang Ping came to visit.

Fu Yanye opened the door, and when he saw Ouyang Ping, he was also a little puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Boss Fu's hospitality is a little unfriendly. I'm here to see your wife."

Ouyang Ping explained, and then walked in directly from his side.

Fu Yanye turned his head and looked, and came to see his wife, and brought ten carrots.

Ouyang Ping went upstairs, and Zhuo Jian called Fu Yanye, "Please help me to make a cup of coffee and fruit."

After she finished speaking, she hung up the phone. Fu Yanye had just watched the news for less than 2 minutes before getting up and going to the kitchen.

Ouyang Ping was sitting on the sofa, seeing Zhuo Jian begging so coldly, she couldn't help but asked her with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that he will get angry?"

"I don't care if he's angry or not, by the way, why did you come here suddenly?"

"Need to say? Naturally, I heard that you went to the Civil Affairs Bureau. Why is it so serious?"

Ouyang Ping stared at her and asked.

Zhuo Jian got out of bed, went to sit beside her, touched her stomach and sighed, "He said he can go."

Ouyang Ping looked at Zhuo Jian's melancholy and pretending to be indifferent, and asked her: "Then you two now..."

"Probably Brother Rui called Brother Su Bai and said that he was going to die, so the two of us ran to him."

"Uh."

Ouyang Ping smiled helplessly.

"I think we both don't look like we're going to get a divorce, but like we're going to quarrel."

Zhuo Jian muttered something to herself, which was also a comment.

"Well, this is the first time."

Ouyang Ping agreed.

"Sister, do you think he will really agree to divorce me?"

"Do you really want to leave?"

Ouyang Ping looked at her and asked.

Zhuo Jian shrugged and smiled helplessly.

Now, she doesn't think it matters whether she divorces or not.

Life will go on as usual.

When I first received his divorce agreement, I had to work hard to persuade myself to make a decision, and there was too much sadness, but now, it really doesn't matter.

Divorce is also a pass, not a divorce is also a pass.

It won't get in the way anyway.

"It doesn't matter. If he wants to leave us, he can leave. If he doesn't want to leave, it's fine if he doesn't provoke me. If he provokes me..."

"what?"

Ouyang Ping heard her stop suddenly and looked at her again.

"My money should be enough to sue him by now."

"..."

"And I have a lot of his guarantees and videos, which should be the evidence for me to win."

Zhuo Jian said in a low voice.

Ouyang Ping looked at her, and suddenly felt that this little girl had really become smarter in the past few years.

Until someone knocked on the open door.

The two of them looked in that direction, and suddenly their brains were a little short of oxygen.

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