I don't deserve your love

The other end quickly picked it up, very politely, "Hello? Teacher Zhuo."

"I am Teacher Zhuo's husband, Fu Yanye."

Fu Yanye reported his family name.

The other end was quiet for a while, and then suddenly humbled: "Mr. Fu, hello."

"Name."

Fu Yanye didn't pretend to be courteous with him, but asked questions directly.

"Boss Fu, what can we talk about?"

The opponent felt strong pressure

"My wife should know who you are?"

"..."

"So be it."

Fu Yanye suddenly thought that it was unnecessary to make this call, and just ask Zhuo Jian directly, after all, this is someone from Zhuo Jian's circle of friends.

He looked at Zhuo Jian again in a blink of an eye, Zhuo Jian had already gone to find her pajamas and took them to the bathroom.

She doesn't seem to take it seriously?

How could she not take it seriously?

Is it fake?

Or did she really feel nothing?

Fu Yanye stood there watching, suddenly unable to exert any strength, and after she went into the bathroom, he looked down at her phone again.

There were very few chatters in her circle of friends, and the person who sent his photos even only asked Mr. Zhuo hello, but Zhuo Jian didn't reply.

The chatter in front was Ouyang Ping and Li Yuqing, then Zhang Mingmei and Zhong Mai, and Jian Qian at the bottom.

Fu Yanye felt that he had an extra headache, and even felt a little dizzy.

When he was sitting on the sofa with his hands resting on his forehead, a voice suddenly flashed in his ear, "Let's go get a divorce."

There was a moment of confusion in my mind.

"Fu Yanye, we will never see each other again."

It was her voice.

Why is she so wronged and humble.

That's not like her.

He's seen her soft and sweet, when has she ever been humble?

who's that person?

Zhuo Jian came out of the bathroom, wearing a loose nightgown, looking at the person sitting on the sofa with her forehead pressed, her heart tightened, and she immediately went forward, "Fu Yanye, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Yanye suddenly put down his hand and looked up at her.

She was not the same as the silhouette in my mind.

but……

Who is it if it is not her?

"Are you having a headache again?"

Zhuo Jian looked at his bad face and asked nervously.

"do not worry."

He said four words in a dull voice.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, unable to recover for a while.

He's not in the right shape.

"Go to the hospital."

Zhuo Jian felt that sometimes she couldn't be too busy venting her anger.

Like now.

They have to go to the hospital.

However, just as she was about to change her clothes, her wrist was suddenly grabbed.

His palm was hot, and it quickly reached her heart.

Zhuo Jian turned around and saw that Fu Yanye's deep black eyes were looking straight at her. There were some things she hadn't seen for a long time that made her feel strange, was it caring?

Still missing?

She dared not jump to conclusions.

Or it was just her whim.

It's just that the eye sockets are inexplicably hot while thinking about it.

"Don't go."

There was weakness in his low voice.

Zhuo Jian was really a little confused, just looked at him stupidly.

I don't know what is very, and he has been pulled into his lap and hugged. He is looking at her, looking for something in her eyes.

Zhuo Jian also looked at him, and it took a long time to restrain the feeling of loss in her heart that came from nowhere, and asked him, "Did you remember anything?"

"No."

Fu Yanye vetoed it, but still hugged her and buried her face at the clavicle inside her shoulder.

Zhuo Jian looked down at him, she didn't dare to move at this moment, she even wanted to comfort him a little bit.

But what does she appease?

If he didn't remember, she...

The hand that was raised to stroke his hair slowly fell back, tightening silently.

"Zhuo Jian."

He called her confused.

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