I don't deserve your love

She just turned her head reflexively.

Then I saw people who had gone and returned.

Isn't he going to be a gentleman?

Today she didn't even wear a vest, but a very sexy black lace corset inside.

Zhuo Jian raised her hand in a panic and fiddled with her hair.

In the past, my hair was long and could be blocked.

but now……

She turned her back in embarrassment, opened the cupboard, found a casual dress, and put it on.

Fu Yanye looked at her with her head down, probably shy, but she approached quietly.

I don't know if it's because the night is so deep that people's sense of smell is much more sensitive, but he actually smelled the fragrance of her body.

"Zhuo Jian."

"Ok?"

Her voice is a little hoarse.

And he could hear it.

She looked down at the ointment in her hand, "Give me your hand."

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian turned around to look at him in doubt, and only looked at him as if she had been scalded. When she lowered her head, she saw a tube of ointment in his hand, and then she felt that she was in such a hurry just now, it turned out that he just wanted to Just give her medicine.

"Let's put it there, I'll wipe it after I take a shower."

"Your hands must not touch the water."

"I have disposable gloves."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, and immediately gave him a possible answer.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a few seconds, smiled, nodded and said, "Go and wash."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Ask him with your eyes, what about you?

"I'll wait here for you to finish washing. What if my daughter wakes up while you are taking a bath?"

Fu Yanye's good-tempered explanation.

Zhuo Jian thought about it and thought it was right, so she listened to his advice and took her pajamas to take a bath.

Fu Yanye chuckled helplessly, then turned to look at her daughter on the bed.

Well, it's nice to have a daughter.

He walked over, sat beside her, glanced at his daughter, and lay down beside her again.

The room was quiet, and the child's breathing was a bit heavy. At first, he was a little worried about whether he was sick, but he was relieved when the doctor said it was all right. Now he is quite used to the sound.

But she is half a year old.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time with his ears propped behind his ears, the more he looked at her, the more he looked like Zhuo Jian, and also, like him.

It is indeed a combination of the two of them, combining all the advantages of the two of them.

The more Fu Yanye looked at it, the warmer he felt in his heart.

It took more than half an hour for the people in the bathroom to come out again. He heard the sound and lay down on the pillow and lowered his eyes.

Seeing him lying still on the bed, Zhuo Jian wanted to call him, but habitually felt that she shouldn't disturb her, so she walked over quietly.

he has slept?

Zhuo Jian frowned, and said that she would leave as soon as she came out.

Zhuo Jian bent over to look at him again, but couldn't see clearly, so she moved closer.

Fu Yanye turned around suddenly, and when she was about to see his eyes, he suddenly opened them.

Zhuo Jian was startled and almost fell down.

Fu Yanye grabbed her waist and arms, and pressed her firmly against her body: "Be careful?"

His daughter was sleeping, so he lowered his voice.

Zhuo Jian also had lingering fears. It would be bad if she accidentally turned over to her daughter and hurt her.

But she landed on him steadily, feeling his temperature, his breathing, his gaze, Zhuo Jian lowered her head in shame, wanted to get up, propped her hand on one side, and accidentally touched the burn She slammed on him in pain and made a "hum". She wanted to look at her hands, but found herself next to his face.

With just a slight movement, it touched his skin.

This……

"I'm not……"

"Shh."

He pressed his fingers lightly on her lips, not letting her explain.

Zhuo Jian shut up when she thought of her daughter.

But in this way, suddenly, the surroundings became ambiguous.

The two looked at each other, Zhuo Jian felt that her chest was hot and hard, and when she wanted to get up, her feet had already left the ground.

Anyway, why is the posture wrong?

Fu Yanye raised his hand to pinch her chin when she lowered her eyes, and asked her to raise her head so that he could see better.

"I've been waiting for you these two days."

Fu Yanye said suddenly.

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously: "Wait for me?"

"I thought that if Secretary Wu sent you the report, you would at least give me a call to ask."

He said.

Zhuo Jian remembered how she felt after receiving the report, how dare she call him.

If he was aroused by the fury of thunder, he would crush her to death in minutes.

At this moment, looking at such a gentle him, feel relieved in my heart again?

It seems that I am not as nervous as before.

"I thought you were going to call me."

Zhuo Jian murmured, not daring to tell the truth.

"Really? If I call you, are you bound to answer?"

Fu Yanye looked at her, not sure.

"As long as it's business, I'll definitely take it."

Naturally, she also remembered the time when she didn't answer his phone.

But at that time, she was always annoyed by him.

Fu Yanye's heart softened after hearing this, and the gentle touch in his hand made him almost unable to restrain himself from wanting to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian's eyes looked at him a little, and it was about to kill him.

"Zhuo Jian."

"Ok?"

"I definitely owed you in my previous life."

Fu Yanye said.

"..."

"Is not it?"

Seeing that she disagreed, Fu Yanye asked her.

"Of course not, I probably owed you in my previous life."

"You owe me? But it seems like I'm the one we both suffer from now?"

"..."

Fu Yanye smiled wryly, and caressed her lips with his thumb involuntarily.

Zhuo Jian's lips moved reflexively, and his fingertips got a little wet. After that, he had no reason to bear it, and pressed the back of her head, blocking her soft lips.

Zhuo Jian foolishly felt that he kissed her lips, and then sucked her lips.

It seems that he seldom kisses his lips like that, they are all sucking and sucking.

Zhuo Jian didn't recover for a long time, until the tip of his tongue wanted to break in, she suddenly woke up, and pushed him with both hands.

The scalded hand still hurt a little bit, but Fu Yanye didn't care about her at that time, but hugged her even tighter, as if he wanted to vent all the dissatisfaction in his heart with this kiss.

Zhuo Jian couldn't resist, and was hugged by him.

He sat up suddenly, hugged her and stood up again.

There was only one wall lamp on in the room, and it was dark in the distance, so he carried her to the darkest place.

Zhuo Jian tried her best to push his shoulder but didn't push him away. He kissed her ear with a hoarse voice: "Don't fight."

He carried her to the sofa, lay down with her in it, and continued the deep kiss that was not enough just now.

Zhuo Jian hummed sadly, and was still pushing him carelessly, when Fu Yanye suddenly grabbed her wrists and sent them to the top of her head.

Looking down at her from the sofa, it was an order, "I have the right to kiss my wife."

Zhuo Jian didn't understand, he suddenly, why, did it happen again?

"Fu Yanye."

"Don't wake up my daughter."

Fu Yanye reminded her, and then continued to kiss.

Zhuo Jian was so angry that when he thought she would no longer struggle, he let go of her hand to kiss her neck and take off her clothes...