I don't deserve your love

"In no mood?"

Fu Yanye questioned in a deep voice.

"No, la, how did I perfunctory you? I've already pulled myself together."

As soon as Zhuo Jian finished speaking, seeing his dark eyes, she immediately softened again, and looked at him with tender and resentful eyes to express her dissatisfaction.

New Year's Eve, what's the fuss?

"I didn't see your [-] spirits, I will give you another chance."

Fu Yanye was even colder.

"New, Happy New Year."

But there are some things, the more you insist, the more deliberate you will be.

Not as good as the first time.

"Zhuo Jian, I'll give you one last chance, if you fail, you will be at your own risk."

"How to pay, I will pay you now."

Zhuo Jian didn't want to cooperate with him anymore.

A pregnant woman, he actually asked for so much.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a few seconds, and suddenly smiled Yaozhi: "You will pay me now?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian saw the dangerous information from his black eyes, and suddenly her mind was buzzing.

But for a while, he forgot to refuse.

And then, she was pushed down on the sofa by him.

He didn't dare to press her stomach, so he could only tell her to lie in it, while he lay on his side next to her, with his upper body lifted, and his face was facing her.

No words.

Zhuo Jian didn't even see him clearly.

He moved so fast that her only reaction was to move in, in fact, to avoid his approach.

Unexpectedly, the positions of the two of them were fulfilled, and they fit together ambiguously.

He kissed her lips, sucked the tip of her tongue.

His hand also reached into her sweater.

She is pregnant.

I'm going to give birth.

Zhuo Jian reacted and began to hum in protest.

Fu Yanye left her lips slightly, breathing roughly, looking at her with black eyes, and said in a deep voice: "You are the one who wants to pay now."

Zhuo Jian was short of breath and felt a little dizzy.

"Be good and tell me well."

He sucked her lips, coaxing a little bit.

Zhuo Jian was completely guided, her voice was soft and soft, "Xin, happy new year?"

"calls me."

"Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian thought of his name, but after calling it, she realized that it might not be the name he wanted.

"It's not Fu Yanye."

Sure enough, he denied it.

"husband?"

Zhuo Jian hasn't called him that for a long time.

In the tall hall, the light is warm and yellow, and the figures of men and women in the old-fashioned sofa are close to each other, creating a charming scene.

The man's voice was deep and bewitching, and he whispered in her ear: "It's your Brother Ye."

"Brother Ye."

She couldn't remember anything about being kissed, and even forgot to resist.

"Well, call again."

That sound, well, sounds like old wine.

"Brother Ye."

She said again in a low voice.

"Call again."

He urged in a low voice dissatisfied, kissed the corner of her lips, and kissed her slender neck little by little.

"Brother Ye..."

After repeating this for an unknown number of times, Fu Yanye suddenly heard a buzz in his head. He stopped to kiss her, put his hands on her shoulders, and suddenly opened his eyes and looked straight at her.

Zhuo Jian still held her chin up, until she couldn't feel him continuing to kiss for a long time, then she slowly lifted her beautiful long eyelashes.

In the quiet space, the man's black eyes moved from the woman's wet neck to between her brows and eyes, staring intently.

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.

There was a sudden murderous look in his eyes for some reason.

But she followed him so much just now, why is he still like this?

Zhuo Jian endured the violent heartbeat and looked at him nervously, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

He suddenly left from her eyes, got up and sat aside.

Zhuo Jian stared at the roof in a daze for a few seconds.

Later, she sat up slowly while supporting her stomach, pinned her hair behind her ears in embarrassment, and after sitting up, she turned her head to look at him again, "You, did you think of something?"

"have it."

He said.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, not knowing what his thing was.

Fu Yanye then lay on her lap and hugged her hand.

Zhuo Jian looked down at him, feeling that he was suddenly a little strange.

"Thinking of something bad?"

"No."

Fu Yanye said, holding her arm tightly.

Zhuo Jian leaned against the back of the sofa, and gently stroked his hair with her idle hands. She didn't know why she felt cramped, but she still asked, "Would you like to tell me?"

"forget."

He said.

Zhuo Jian heard that she forgot two words, her heart seemed to be grasped by someone's hand.

Remembering things so quickly and forgetting?

When Zhuo Jian sat up and fell asleep in a daze, Fu Yanye left her body.

Soon, she felt her body being picked up, and quickly left the living room.

He certainly didn't remember that they had ever held vigil on that sofa.

However, the bed is naturally more comfortable.

He put her on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and then sat on the edge of the bed, observing for a long time.

-

In the afternoon of the first day of the new year, after paying New Year's greetings, everyone gathered in Shengyuan.

Because of Su Bai's bad legs, he went directly to their house.

The two of them were still unhappy before the door rang, but after the door rang, Zhang Mingmei let out a long breath, then smiled and opened the door, "Here we come."

Su Bai also cheered up, and controlled the wheelchair to pick them up by himself, "You guys are really here in time."

"Sister Mingmei, Happy New Year, Brother Su Bai."

Zhuo Jian greeted as usual.

"Okay, here it is."

Su Bai prepared a red envelope for her.

Zhuo Jian was overjoyed when she saw the red envelope. After receiving it, she said coquettishly, "Thank you brother and sister-in-law. I wish my brother and sister-in-law a happy life together and a daughter."

"I'll borrow your good words."

Zhang Mingmei helped her walk inside.

Zhang Mingmei and Su Bai, who had a son, really wanted to have a daughter.

Of course, if they can't have a daughter, anyway, the one in Zhuo Jian's stomach, they are scheduled to be godfathers and godmothers.

Fu Yanye and Yan Zheng Zhongmai followed behind, everyone chatted and went in, Zhong Mai counted the heads, and couldn't help but said: "It's just enough for a table, let's play, how about the loser cooking?"

This day, the young master of the Su family was also accompanying his grandparents in the old house, and the six adults were really good.

"She can't come."

Fu Yanye looked at Zhuo Jian and said.

Zhuo Jian, who was hugged by Zhang Mingmei, looked up at him, "Why?"

"It will teach my daughter badly."

Fu Yanye was quite serious.

Zhong Mai: "..."

Why did she feel that Boss Fu was not happy with her proposal, but then she smiled and said, "Since little sister Jian can't play, then Boss Fu will come?"

Fu Yanye thought for a while, "Yes."

He complied.

The others looked at him suspiciously.

I thought he would refuse without hesitation.

But he complied.

But at this time, he was not familiar with the matter of Dou Dizhu.

"Just explain it briefly."

Fu Yanye glanced at Yan Zheng and reminded.

As a good brother he grew up with, Yan Zheng naturally knew that he didn't remember how to play this thing, so he raised his eyebrows and began to explain to him.

Zhang Mingmei and Zhuo Jian went into the kitchen to cut fruit, Zhang Mingmei whispered to Zhuo Jian, "What's the matter with your husband?"

Zhuo Jian shrugged and said that she didn't know either.

"Do you believe it or not that he learned how to fight landlords just to accompany you?"

Zhang Mingmei said again.

This was completely beyond the scope of Zhuo Jian's thinking, and she looked at Zhang Mingmei suspiciously.

"The few of us often go to the island to play cards and leave him here. He wants to learn and then go to the island to join us."

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought, probably not.

If he wants to find her, why not learn to fight the landlord first?

"Wife."

Suddenly a familiar voice shouted inside, and the two of them looked out at the same time.

And the three people sitting at the dining table outside stared at the man who called his wife in disbelief.

Zhuo Jian felt that she must have heard it wrong, and asked Zhang Mingmei, "It's not Fu Yanye's voice, right?"