I don't deserve your love

The rest of the people were very nervous when they heard Yan Zheng, except Zhong Mai, who continued to play cards with a cigarette in his mouth, regardless of 21, and said, "Don't block it? Then I'm going to throw it away."

Reveal that you have one last hand.

Zhuo Jian stood behind Wang Rui and turned her head involuntarily.

But just one click, and immediately looked at Wang Rui's cards in front of him.

In fact, she was short-sighted, and because of panic, she couldn't see anything clearly.

But at that moment, she panicked.

Could it be that he is here?

Fu Yanye?

Her heart beat faster, harder.

Even the little guy in her belly moved.

Yan Zheng walked in, Chang Xia watched and greeted happily: "Mr. Yan."

"Ah."

When Yan Zheng entered the door, he saw Zhong Mai, smoking and playing cards. Their boss Zhong is really proficient.

But he couldn't be angry with her.

Zhong Mai was busy playing cards and didn't have time to look up at him. He walked over by himself and looked behind her: "You don't have a good personality tonight?"

"I also said you were unlucky."

Zhong Mai didn't take it seriously and didn't save him face.

Yan Zheng smiled, and observed quietly again. Seeing Zhuo Jian's nervous appearance, he asked her, "Is Ah Jian not feeling well?" Seven

Only then did Zhuo Jian dare to raise her eyes: "It's a little bit."

Her unintentional excuse caused everyone to panic suddenly, and Zhong Mai also stopped playing cards: "What's wrong with you?"

"surprise."

Suddenly someone ran in and opened his arms at the door.

Everyone look over.

It's a female voice, it's a girl.

Zhuo Jian didn't know whether she was happy or depressed, the moment she turned her head to see Ouyang Ping, she felt a thin layer of sweat on the tip of her nose.

Yes, she actually thought it was him.

"Wow, it doesn't look like a surprise."

Seeing her expression, Ouyang Ping said a little sadly.

Zhuo Jian smiled, and then she walked over and hugged her shoulder from beside her: "Baby, sister can also warm your bed when she comes."

"And me, the three of us will sleep together tonight."

Zhong Mai said.

Yan Zheng: "..."

He came here to sleep with her on purpose, but ended up staying alone in the empty room?

Seems inappropriate?

Ouyang Ping and Zhuo Jian looked at her, and they couldn't help laughing.

man!

No sister is caring.

At the very least, sisters never doubt each other, nor do things that disappoint each other.

This evening everyone was afraid that Zhuo Jian would be uncomfortable, so they left early.

Ouyang Ping and Zhuo Jian walked in front, Zhong Mai followed behind, and said, "I'm going to smoke a cigarette first."

"Wait for you, don't be too late."

Ouyang Ping said.

Zhong Mai smiled, turned and walked towards the window.

She really needs to smoke a cigarette, too...

Sure enough, in less than 2 minutes, Yan Zheng couldn't hide anymore, and came out in front of her, quite helplessly: "You really want me to stay alone in the empty room?"

"The three of us have an appointment."

Zhong Mai reminded him.

"Can't you accommodate?"

Yan Zheng held her little hand and caressed it gently, unwilling to part with her.

"No."

Zhong Mai refused without giving a face.

But the eyebrows and eyes are already a little charming.

Yan Zheng looked at her with dark eyes, "Really not?"

"You're not here anymore, why pretend to be pitiful?"

Zhong Mai couldn't bear his eyes, turned his head and took a fierce puff of cigarettes out of the window.

Yan Zheng unhurriedly reached out to take the cigarette between her fingers.

Zhong Mai hated others taking her cigarettes away, and turned to look at him angrily.

Yan Zheng also took a sharp puff, then looked down at the cigarette between his fingers, and said slowly, "We have been husband and wife for so long, but I feel that I am not even as good as a cigarette."

He smiled wryly, eating the vinegar of a cigarette.

At least that's how he felt about Zhong Mai.

"Could this cigarette solve your distress better than me?"

Looking at her solemnly, he couldn't help himself.

Zhong Mai opened his mouth, but only gasped.

Has he passed the hurdle she can't pass?

The dead child must have been a deep wound to him.

Zhong Mai didn't know what was going on with her, anyway, she wanted to leave this pimple alone, as long as it wasn't cancer, it would be fine, it would grow as long as it grew, just ignore it.

But he expressed it again and again, and followed him over and over again, asking to warm her bed.

Zhong Mai has to admit that he really likes him.

"Don't go looking for them."

His deep voice was full of pleading.

"Strictly, have I ever said that you are really good at it?"

Zhong Mai couldn't help but say this.

The deep eyes Yan Zheng looked at her finally had a relaxed smile, and he continued to hold her hand and asked her, "What are you good at?"

Zhong Mai took his hand away from his palm, slapped it once, then turned and looked out the window.

The wind outside the window can make people calm and sober.

Yan Zheng leaned against the wall, and took another puff of her cigarette.

I don't know why, but I suddenly feel that today's smoke is hot and choking.

Kind of like her too.

Yan Zheng knew that he could never let her go.

In this life, there is only one wife.

It doesn't matter whether she is willing to give birth to her own child or not.

As long as she is willing to spend the rest of her life with him.

After Yan Zheng finished smoking, he crushed the cigarette butt on the trash can next to him, then walked towards her, and circled her from behind: "Let's go."

"Where are you going?"

"Room."

As he spoke, he immediately picked her up and walked directly to the side.

Then Ouyang Ping and Zhuo Jian showed their heads from the room, Ouyang Ping couldn't help laughing and said: "I didn't expect Mr. Yan to be so good at looking at such a serious person."

Know that word again.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but smile after hearing this.

No matter how cool a person is, he must have a weakness and an unknown...

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought of Fu Yanye again.

When Ouyang Ping lowered her head, she saw that her expression was still full of disappointment, so she asked her, "Miss your husband?"

"I don't even think about it."

Zhuo Jian returned.

"What is this called?"

The two walked in, and Zhuo Jian sat by the bed, took a deep breath, and then said: "When I miss him, but I'm afraid that if I think about it, I will quarrel again."

"It's so pitiful."

Ouyang Ping understood, walked over and held her small face and touched it.

Zhuo Jian smirked.

What a pity?

She is not pitiful.

He's not everything to her.

Yes, he certainly wasn't.

-

In the middle of the night, Zhong Mai found a comfortable position in Yan Zheng's arms and lay down, looked at the roof and asked him, "Why don't you invite your good brother over?"

"If he wants to come, do I need an appointment?"

"Why don't you make an appointment, maybe he is waiting for a step."

"It's an appointment."

Yan Zheng said helplessly.

"He can't tell?"

Zhong Mai looked up at him, feeling that Fu Yanye was not like this.

A few years ago, she had heard such rumors that Fu Yanye was a good husband who would follow his wife wherever she went.

Why is it like this all of a sudden?

"He's been very busy recently, and the end of the year is approaching."

Yan Zheng said and looked down at Zhong Mai. She still has her father in charge of the overall situation, so she is a relatively relaxed one between them, but this year she seems to be taking a break from her busy schedule. Is it because of him?

"Zhong Mai."

"Ok?"

"You always come here recently, is it to hide from me?"

"Then why don't you ask?"

"..."

"But if you're alone next time, don't come here."

"why?"

"Didn't you see Ah Jian wait for Fu Yanye again?"

Zhong Mai said.

After Zhong Mai fell asleep, Yan Zheng sent Fu Yanye a WeChat message: "Your wife is waiting for you."

After reading it, Fu Yanye didn't answer anything, just dropped the phone and began to undress.

Yes, he just came home not long ago.

There is a red dot on the most conspicuous part of the roof, which vividly records his perfect figure.