I don't deserve your love

The elevator door opened slowly, and Fu Yanye's kiss gradually slowed down.

Zhuo Jian was dizzy, Fu Yanye sucked her lips, once and for all, as if to comfort her.

After a long time, he stopped reluctantly, slowly opened his black eyes, and looked at her deeply: "Zhuo Jian?"

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian fanned her long eyelashes and looked at him.

She was blushing, her heart was beating fast, and her voice was hoarse, so that Fu Yanye looked at it and smiled knowingly.

Zhuo Jian's face suddenly had a high fever.

"Let's go."

Fu Yanye took her hand and walked out.

Zhuo Jian pursed her lips, followed him eagerly, looked at the back of his head, then raised her hand to gently wipe around her mouth.

After entering the door, Fu Yanye glanced at her watch, and it was only before five o'clock, and asked her, "Are you hungry now?"

"A little?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't figure out what was wrong with him, and felt that something was wrong with him.

Fu Yanye nodded, took her to sit on the sofa, and gave her the remote control, "Watch a drama, I'll cook."

"We haven't been here for a long time, there is no food at all."

"some."

Fu Yanye took off his coat and put it aside, then went to the kitchen.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Later, I learned from Yuan Man that because he knew he would come to Shengyuan in the afternoon, he asked someone to buy ingredients early.

Well, he had long thought of spending the night here.

After dinner, the two of them snuggled up on the sofa and watched a foreign childhood sweetheart movie. Fu Yanye put his hand lightly on her back, and his slender fingers twirled around the ends of her hair.

Zhuo Jian felt that the atmosphere was not right.

But there was no rush to move.

Until he suddenly touched her shoulder, and his forehead rested on her other shoulder.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and turned to look at him: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"

"fine."

His deep voice, and then just kept leaning against her.

In Zhuo Jian's mind, the sweet time when they were nestled on the sofa like this last time appeared in Zhuo Jian's mind.

It's just that time went by too fast.

Obviously they were still together the night before, and she still looked like a little girl in love, but soon after, he became the one who didn't trust her.

When Zhuo Jian thought about that night, she suddenly fell to one side, avoiding his support.

Fu Yanye raised his eyes, frowned, and asked her in a low voice: "What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid that extreme joy will give rise to sorrow."

She made a delicate and soft sound, but her eyes were pierced, or it was because of her concern for the past.

"Why do you think so?"

Fu Yanye saw through the guard in her eyes, but he didn't intend to let go of her.

"It will be produced in a few days, and I will go to work soon after the production is completed."

"What does this have to do with extreme joy begets sorrow?"

Fu Yanye frowned, and the look in her eyes became sharper.

"My colleagues are of two kinds."

"..."

Fu Yanye didn't want to hear any more.

No matter how euphemistically she expressed it, he still had to understand.

Because of Liu Yuntian's incident.

"Zhuo Jian, you owe me a reassurance."

"Why do I owe you, don't you owe me?"

In Zhuo Jian's eyes, there was gentleness and persistence, not timid at all.

Fu Yanye finally had a smile in his dark eyes, "What do I owe you? As I said, if what happened that night was a misunderstanding, I apologize."

"I'm tired."

This was obviously not the answer Zhuo Jian wanted.

She stood up, her shoulders out of his grasp.

Fu Yanye was still sitting on the sofa in that position, and seeing that she was really going to leave, she lowered her eyes angrily and looked ahead, suddenly cold and forceful, "Zhuo Jian, you are not afraid that we will really achieve what you want Is that so?"

Zhuo Jian stopped and turned to look at him.

as she wants?

Seeing his cold appearance, her heart sank, but then she took another breath, turned around and left calmly.

Threats are still what he knows best.

When she was a child, she would be afraid, cry, and feel inferior. She was always afraid that she was not good enough, which would make him never see her again.

But what about now?

They have been husband and wife for so long, and so many things have happened, what is she afraid of?

She is no longer afraid.

Otherwise, he wouldn't just hide on the island.

She went upstairs, showered herself, and dried her hair.

It's just that when I looked up, I saw my own hair in the mirror, and stroked the end of it again and again.

Longer hair?

Is your hair growing too fast recently?

Suddenly, what he said just now came to mind, and for some reason, he bent down and opened the drawer under the sink.

There was a pair of small scissors inside, which she used to cut the mask.

but……

"What are you looking for?"

She had just picked up the scissors when she heard the door being opened and a familiar voice came in.

She turned her head and saw his stern face.

She supported the washstand and stood up, shining the scissors in her hand with a meaningless expression: "The hair is a bit long."

Fu Yanye glanced at the scissors in her hand, and suddenly smiled: "Do you want to cut your hair?"

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, then nodded: "En."

In her soft hum, there was a bit of indifference.

Fu Yanye lowered his head, groaned, and then suddenly approached.

Zhuo Jian retreated subconsciously.

"You dare to cut it for me."

Fu Yanye held the wrist of her hand holding the scissors, and looked at her even more angrily, not allowing her to resist any longer.

"Will you threaten me to cut my own hair?"

"you try."

"Then let go."

"..."

Fu Yanye looked at her, let go?

He took a deep breath in his heart, and his eyebrows frowned into Sichuan characters.

What would she do if he let go?

Yes, she would leave him, and naturally she wouldn't mind his threat not to cut her hair.

This woman who is gentle and gentle on the surface is stubborn.

What's more, most people don't know how to use aggressive tactics, but she just likes to use tricks.

But the person who devised this plan didn't really want her to follow her plan and send her to the tiger's mouth.

"Relax."

Zhuo Jian's soft, persistent voice reminded her.

"No more cuts."

He spoke suddenly.

With a little discouragement.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with blurred eyes for some reason, but she still looked at him angrily, "Why should I obey your orders."

"I am your husband."

"It's a husband and not a leader. We are equal."

She has her own right to speak and also has her own right to act.

"equality?"

Fu Yanye found it funny.

If they were equal, he would feel so uncomfortable.

You are about to bully him to death, and you still feel wronged?

Looking at her red eyes stimulated by tears, he simply grabbed the scissors from her hand and threw them into the trash can.

"Fu Yanye, you..."

"What am I?"

Fu Yanye turned to look at her, held her hands and raised them up.

"You, you deceive..."

Deceitful too far to finish the four words, all the voices were blocked by the two thin lips.

"A hair fork is mine, you know?"

Fu Yanye stopped kissing enough, and stared at her domineering declaration with black eyes.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with tears of tenderness and resentment, full of grievances but could not hum at this moment.

He is like this, he will move his mouth and threaten him.

Zhuo Jian struggled angrily, Fu Yanye let go of her, but picked her up from the ground in a second.

"what."

Zhuo Jian was so frightened that she hugged his neck tightly with both hands.

Fu Yanye looked at the face of the woman he was holding with a cold face: "What are you shouting for?"