I don't deserve your love

"You, you, your wife still has your daughter in her stomach."

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, show some face, big boss.

Fu Yanye looked at her stomach, but really nodded: "Okay."

Seeing that he really opened the cupboard and found a pajamas, Zhuo Jian relaxed a little.

then……

He goes to bed.

Zhuo Jian kept looking at him, but he ignored her, and when she got to the bed, she lifted the quilt covering her and got in.

"Fu, Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief and stuttered a little.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye agreed.

His feet were a little cold, and as soon as he touched her leg, her hair stood up, and she quickly moved away.

She moved so quickly that Fu Yanye didn't seem to notice it.

Only later, she saw him lying beside her.

And it was lying next to her.

His hand was still gently stroking her belly.

As if he was already familiar with this action.

Zhuo Jian was a little taken aback, "You..."

"Say hi to my daughter."

"..."

Well, since you're going to say hello to your daughter.

Zhuo Jian felt that he couldn't stop him from saying hello to the child, even if the child was still in her stomach.

"Shall we give her a name?"

Fu Yanye suddenly proposed.

It seemed that the room suddenly fell silent, or it was because of this topic that they all quieted down.

They haven't talked about anything for a long time.

Zhuo Jian moved her eyelashes and looked at him curiously, temporarily forgetting the sudden intimacy between the two, "What name?"

"Chengcheng, Chengqing, Chengli, you like to eat sweet this time, orange sweet?"

"..."

He still remembers that she likes to eat sweets?

Zhuo Jian's heart really seemed to be poured into honey suddenly.

But I still couldn't help staring at him and asked, "Is it too casual?"

"You can think of the names of the three brothers, why is Cheng Tian so random?"

Fu Yanye asked her patiently.

"That can't be my fault. Their names are all given by grandpa and father. You can play with them as you please."

Zhuo Jian explained.

"is it?"

Fu Yanye doubted the answer, would he indulge her in such a name?

I'm afraid that when his son grows up, others will think that his son likes to eat oranges, and then give them a mountain of oranges to eat.

but……

Fu Yanye looked at her and thought, luckily someone in the family really likes to eat.

"Of course it is, otherwise how can it be my turn to choose a name?"

Zhuo Jian explained.

Fu Yanye thought about it carefully for a while, and couldn't help asking her: "As you said, I never trust you, so I shouldn't be so indulgent and pamper you, how can I let you give me so casually? What is the son's name?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him dully, the time when he gave Cheng Cheng a baby name suddenly appeared in his mind.

At that time, he still had feelings for her.

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered many things in the past. He used to fly to foreign countries constantly to see her.

She also adjusted her work and rest time to match her time abroad.

Did he really love her back then?

It is said that love can be achieved overnight.

Or had he really loved her at one point?

It's just that love is too short like brilliant fireworks.

"If you don't like it, you can think about it again. It doesn't mean that this one will be finalized. We can think about a few more."

Fu Yanye saw that she was suddenly disappointed, and worried that she would continue the topic just now when she thought of something unpleasant.

"How much do you want? Strawberries? Cherries?"

Zhuo Jian quickly came back to her senses, thinking of the fruit she liked to eat during her pregnancy.

"You are a writer, can't you give our daughter a more serious name?"

"Then you may have misunderstood the writers."

Zhuo Jian looked at him and said.

Fu Yanye listened, smiled helplessly, got up a little, found a comfortable position and leaned against the head of the bed, and easily put her in his arms with both hands, "That's too casual."

"Then what do you call it?"

Zhuo Jian continued to wait quietly.

Wondering what involuntary words he could come up with.

"Crisp."

Fu Yanye looked at her, and after a while, only one word came out.

"Crisp? Which crisp? How do you say it?"

Zhuo Jian was puzzled and didn't notice that she was in his arms at all.

Fu Yanye's hands were already wrapped around her hair, and her heart suddenly twisted, hot and crisp.

"Zhuo Jian?"

"Ok?"

"you really……"

He lowered himself suddenly to her ear.

Zhuo Jian's face became hot when he heard those few words.

"I don't want your life, I hope you live well and stay with the child... ah."

Zhuo Jian immediately explained.

But before he finished speaking, he bit her shoulder again.

"Fu Yanye, it hurts."

"..."

There was no sound in response to her, only Fu Yanye's soothing kiss.

Later she couldn't help humming: "Your daughter protested."

"How did you protest?"

"She kicked me."

"That's not against me, that's against you."

Fu Yanye followed her shoulders slowly to her neck, then whispered in her ear, and sucked her earlobe again.

"Protest me?"

Zhuo Jian tilted her head to the side in discomfort to look at him.

Fu Yanye looked at her: "Yes, who made her suffer from the separation of her parents?"

"..."

"It is you."

Fu Yanye stared straight at her with black eyes, but bowed his head again after speaking.

Zhuo Jian immediately raised her hand to cover the shoulder bitten by him.

Never be bitten by him a second time.

At least not tonight.

Seeing how defensive she was, Fu Yanye only smiled, and then turned over and lay beside her, saying nothing but, "Come here, into my arms."

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, I will not go.

Command me less.

Fu Yanye turned his head, looked at her, and said again: "Come here."

"I don't, I refuse to sleep with you, refuse to be with you, uh."

Before she could say that, he suddenly came in front of her, pinched her jaw, and sucked her soft lips directly with his thin lips.

Zhuo Jian snorted sadly, but Fu Yanye immediately took her lips in his mouth and gave her a hard smack.

It really hurts.

However, in such a quiet night, the person who kissed her didn't mean to stop.

until……

"Bite me?"

He touched his lips, and looked at her irritably after seeing the blood on the pads of his fingers. The next second, he pinched her chin again, and kissed her more forcefully.

"Fu Yanye."

Her voice was muffled.

Fu Yanye didn't care how she yelled, just kissed her first, and then pressed her forehead again, breathed hard, endured, and whispered: "Zhuo Jian, how long do you want to torture me?"

She was really going to torture him to death.

"I tortured you?"

Zhuo Jian asked.

"..."

Fu Yanye suddenly thought of something, no longer explained, just gnawed her shoulder again.

It is said that she is fat, but there is no flesh on her shoulders, so it is very fragrant.

Zhuo Jian hummed in fright, and couldn't even take care of the minimum restraint, "Hmph, it hurts, Fu Yanye, can you stop biting me?"

Fu Yanye murmured: "Who bit my lip?"

"I did not do it on purpose."

oh oh oh.