I don't deserve your love

Love, from sunset to sunrise, from night to dusk, from cardamom to summer.

-

The next morning, cloudy.

The man on the bed slowly woke up.

The vague voice of the woman who did not wake up: "Fu Yanye, you were drunk last night."

Fu Yanye frowned slightly, another sound suddenly appeared in his mind.

"Fu Yanye, you were drunk last night."

He slowly opened his eyes and saw clearly the person lying beside him, the face in his eyes suddenly overlapped with a certain immature face.

"Brother Ye, you're drinking."

"Fu Yanye? Fu Yanye?"

"so rude."

These four words came out of his mouth inadvertently.

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, she looked at him dully, and even forgot to breathe.

Fu Yanye moved, and raised his hand to caress her side face, "Who allowed you to call me by my name?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless and just stared at him blankly.

His hands were warm and dry, from her cheek to her ear, and finally fell on her earlobe.

Fu Yanye.

In her throat, she was about to call out his name again.

But in the end, she just stared at him so dazedly, unable to move her eyes away.

Never was it similar to this sentence.

Who allowed you to call me by my name like that?

Zhuo Jian was nervous, did he come back?

Early in the morning, the sky was overcast.

Is it a dream, or is it real?

She couldn't help but raised her hand to touch his face, her voice was hoarse and weak, "Fu, Yan Ye."

Fu Yanye looked at the nervous and unconcealable excitement and anticipation in her eyes, but a cool breeze poured into her heart.

"I don't remember."

he informed.

patiently.

Ruthless.

Zhuo Jian's hand touching his face slowly dropped.

But Fu Yanye held her hand and put her hand on her face again: "Think of that person?"

Zhuo Jian wanted to scold herself for being crazy.

Why do you want to cry?

But the eyes were already hot, and the tears could not hold back.

Miss that person?

Isn't that person him?

What is she thinking?

Isn't he there all the time?

"I'm going to say I'm jealous, do you believe me?"

"..."

"Even if the person you think of is me, but that person is different from me."

Fu Yanye explained.

Zhuo Jian took a deep breath, her breath was hot.

"You are all the same, domineering, strong, and unreasonable."

"But you miss him more than me."

"That……"

"Zhuo Jian, I really drank too much last night."

He suddenly blocked her mouth, sucked her lips hard a few times, and then pressed against her forehead again, pinching the back of her head, and said these words to her.

He really drank too much last night.

"Ah."

She choked up, she knew it.

Fu Yanye pressed the back of her head so that her forehead was close to his, and within a few seconds he couldn't bear to kiss her lips again. This time, the difference just happened a few times, and it was hard to stop. down.

It wasn't until she was almost out of breath that he reluctantly slowed down, but when she was about to adjust to rest, he whispered: "Did I say or ask anything last night?"

"..."

There was a bang in Zhuo Jian's head.

he last night...

Just keep asking her if she loves him.

"Do you have?"

He asked again, determinedly.

"No, no."

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes, not daring to breathe indiscriminately, for fear that something amiss would arouse his suspicion.

"I thought I'd ask."

"what?"

"Ask you, do you love me or not?"

Fu Yanye's breath haunted her, and those words were finally conveyed to her ears softly and gently.

"Aren't you sober yet?"

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye questioned.

"Why don't you go take a shower first."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

"I remember I went to take a shower after last night?"

His voice is low and charming, but...

Isn't he drunk?

Remember going to the shower by yourself last night?

Then, will he remember what he asked her?

Zhuo Jian wanted to look up at him, but his thin lips quickly kissed her again.

It seemed that he didn't intend to argue with her any more.

But that's good too, Zhuo Jian thought secretly, at least she didn't have to answer him about whether she loved him or not.

It is not appropriate to respond to this matter now.

-

On the evening of New Year's Eve, every family is basically reunited.

It's just that Zhong Mai lived in her natal family.

Before the clock struck zero, the Zhong family ushered in a steady and handsome son-in-law in a suit and leather shoes.

"My uncle is here, my uncle is here."

Auntie's first call was to greet Yan Zheng, and the second call was to shout to the inside.

Obviously, everyone was talking about him.

It's just that when he really came, everyone was surprised.

It stands to reason that on such a day, it is impossible for a big family like the Yan family to release Yan Zheng.

"Mom and Dad, happy new year, I'm here to wish you a happy new year."

Yan Zheng put down the gifts, greeted them and looked at the phone again.

Father Zhong is also an old man, but he is in good shape. He looks only in his fifties, but in fact he is in his sixties. When he saw him, he nodded, smiled tactfully, and said, "Go up, on your own. What about the room?"

Yan Zheng didn't expect to get permission so quickly, and bowed gratefully: "Thank you, father-in-law."

Mother Zhong saw Yan Zheng running upstairs with her long legs, and said to Father Zhong while pinching dumplings: "You are the only one who has spoiled your daughter." Seven

"It will be our son-in-law's habit in the future."

Father Zhong was proud and didn't think there was anything wrong.

Girls, don't they have to be pampered as parents.

Let her have a business marriage and feel sorry for her.

Fortunately, the couple developed feelings.

Zhong Mai stood at the window, holding the phone and looking out of the window. She had looked at the phone countless times.

Too many people sent her New Year greetings.

But only that person didn't even have a phone call.

The in-laws called in advance and asked her politely if she wanted to go back.

But this year was the first year that the child left, and the atmosphere in the Yan family was not happy.

She doesn't want to be in that environment.

She thought it would be better to stay at home.

The door was knocked twice from the outside, and as soon as she turned her head, a familiar figure walked in. She lost her breath and just stared in that direction.

She thought that she, Zhong Mai, would be a bohemian all her life and would not care about her.

However, at the end of this year, she was actually looking forward to welcoming the new year with him.

And he really came.

"I'm not late yet?"

Standing at the door, he was a gentleman and polite, and the restraint in his eyes was even more distressing.

Zhong Mai choked up quietly, then looked outside again.

The water in her eyes was reflected in the windows.

Yan Zheng closed the door gently and approached her, "Don't you want to see me?"

Don't want to see him?

Every time we parted, I longed for him to appear in front of her suddenly, and then have a dark time with her.

How could she not want to see him.

Before him, she never thought that she was so eager to meet a man constantly.

"You really don't want to see me?"

Yan Zheng doesn't seem to be so comfortable in the business field.

"No."

Zhong Mai didn't dare to look at him, because he didn't want him to see his soft side.

Because as soon as I looked up at him, I realized that love cannot be controlled.

She's in it.

Yes, at that moment, their eyes met in the glass screen.

There was a voice in her heart: "It's over, Zhong Mai, you are really over."

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