I don't deserve your love

but……

He would have called her.

Shen Moli said that she had a fever.

There was a mobile phone beside her, he gently picked it up with his beautiful fingers, put it on the coffee table, and then looked at her again.

There was no anger on her face, compared to the stubborn Shen Moli...

His black eyes, which had always been secretive, were a little dry, and he slowly sat down beside her.

Why is she so thin?

The wrist is thin, it seems to be skinny.

I remember when she came back, she was also very thin, but definitely not what she looks like now.

His hand still moved, stroking her forehead gently.

It is indeed hot.

He raised his eyes with chest tightness, and then saw the ashtray on the coffee table and the cigarette butts inside.

disobedient.

He even dared to smoke.

It seems that he has not taught enough.

Fu Yanye's Adam's apple twitched, and there was something crystal clear and warm in his black eyes.

Zhuo Jian's lips moved slightly, and she couldn't help pressing her forehead to a cool place.

It's his palm.

He didn't move away, just looking at her like that, his heart ached.

Zhuo Jian still woke up, slowly opened her long eyelashes, and then raised her beautiful and gentle eyes slightly.

Gradually she saw him, though not clearly.

But his hand was still on her forehead, letting her know that she was not dreaming.

"How did you come?"

Her voice was hoarse, and she sat up slowly.

"Shen Moli said you have a fever."

"Shen Moli?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and almost couldn't remember when she talked with Shen Moli on the phone.

She turned her head to see the mobile phone on the coffee table, and just leaned over to get it.

Fu Yanye stretched out her long arms a few seconds before she put the phone in front of her.

"Thank you."

Zhuo Jian took the phone, made sure that she had really talked with Shen Moli on the phone, and smiled helplessly: "I even forgot."

With a weak voice, she touched her forehead, saw an unread message on her WeChat, and clicked on it.

Immediately, her breathing was suppressed.

Fu Yanye looked at her eyes and also looked at her mobile phone screen, that back view...

"I made an appointment with Mr. Zhao from Minglin in Fanxing with Li Heng, and we happened to meet her with Shen Moli and Chen Xiang."

Fu Yanye's deep voice seemed much softer in this dim space.

Who is she, of course, there is no need to mention it.

"Oh!"

She lowered her head, looked at the photo, and turned off the screen after a while.

Fu Yanye looked at her again, feeling that she didn't believe it, "If you don't believe it, you can call Shen Moli and ask."

"I didn't say I didn't believe it."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhuo Jian retorted weakly.

Fu Yanye looked at her, and quickly got up: "Is there a thermometer?"

"Have."

Because she was afraid that the child would be uncomfortable when she was here, she prepared it when she moved.

But as soon as he stood up, he saw the cigarette butts on the coffee table.

He was annoyed, but he endured it and asked, "Where is it?"

"Just here."

Zhuo Jian leaned over to open the drawer.

Well, she brought the cigarette case to this drawer when she was smoking today, and when she opened the drawer, she saw everything.

She pretended to be calm.

Fu Yanye sat back again, picked up the thermometer next to the cigarette case, and looked at her dissatisfied in a blink of an eye.

He didn't hide his dissatisfaction, but Zhuo Jian turned a blind eye and only said: "It should be for my use?"

Fu Yanye gave it to her, but still couldn't help but look at her angrily, why did she become like this?

So, Zhong Mai quit smoking by himself, but let his wife get into this bad habit?

They shouldn't be friends, and Zhong Mai and Zhuo Jian are not the same type since Zao Zao.

The thermometer showed 38 degrees two.

Not very tall, but very weak and sweating.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, "I'm fine, are you going back?"

"Where are you going?"

Fu Yanye looked at her with that extremely complaining look.

She is here, where can he go.

That kind of questioning doesn't need to be too long, it's enough to make people uncomfortable.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes, pressed the phone again, and when it turned on, the screen showed that it was eleven o'clock.

"Go back to any place, or Fanxing, continue to discuss business with Mr. Zhao, or the old house, Shengyuan."

Zhuo Jian had no strength, but he thought about who he met in these places, and he was alone when he returned to Shengyuan.

He doesn't like boisterous things, actually.

He just hangs out with his friends drinking all day just to give the impression that he's not a loner.

In fact, even if he is thrown on an isolated island for a few years, he can still live well.

Well, he is that kind of person.

Zhuo Jian looked at him and felt that if the two of them got to an isolated island, she would definitely not be able to survive him, she would collapse and go crazy, but he wouldn't.

"Zhuo Jian, can you touch your heart? Or do you really have no heart?"

"..."

She has no heart?

He said no, then no.

Zhuo Jian just glanced at him, then lowered her eyes, didn't speak, just focused.

Fu Yanye took a deep breath, and then got up again: "Is there any medicine in the kitchen cabinet? I'll get it for you."

He got up and went to the kitchen.

In the dark space, his back is also...

A little lonely.

Looking at his back, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but feel pain in her heart.

But isn't she heartless?

What's that hurting?

The light in the kitchen came on, and he stood in front of the cabinet, and it took him a long time to raise his hand to open the cabinet above.

Sure enough, there was a small medicine box inside. He put it on the counter, opened the box, took out a box of antipyretic medicine from it, and looked at it. It was traditional Chinese medicine and needed to be brewed.

He boiled the water again.

Not in a hurry.

However, it seems that no one cares about that little time anymore.

It's just that when he went back, she was already nestling on the sofa, hugging a blanket and watching TV.

There was an entertainment program on rebroadcast. The interview was with a couple of celebrities who were still in love at the time, but now they have separated, but they were really in love at the time, seeing each other's eyes full of love, sitting there After accepting such a long interview, I almost never took my hands off the other party.

They also said in the show that it should be the last term of the other party.

But how long has it been?

Emotions are such fleeting things.

Fu Yanye came back again, with an extra cup of medicine in his hand, it was warm, just right to drink.

Zhuo Jian took it, and he sat beside her again.

long silence.

Neither of the two spoke, seemingly calm, but in fact each had their own thoughts.

They are all tired.

Fu Yanye also knew that they couldn't go on like this.

"Are you considering moving back?"

Fu Yanye also leaned back, put his palms together, touched the ring, and asked her after thinking deeply.

Zhuo Jian looked at the TV with eyes lowered for a while, and quickly gave the answer: "I don't want to."

"You can go back to the old house, but I won't go back."

"..."

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him.

"At least I won't have a fever and no one will take care of me at home."

He said he was very sensible and forbearing.

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes slowly, and accidentally saw the ring on her hand.

After her father left, she seemed to have no home.

Later, her mother also left, and she regarded her mother's small apartment as her home. She suddenly discovered that she was much braver and independent then than she is now.

"Zhuo Jian, answer me, you will go back."

He looked at her restrainedly, needing her to agree to his request.