I don't deserve your love

after that.

He opened the drawer, and every box inside was full.

Seeing a red strip, Zhuo Jian suddenly pointed mischievously, "This is all right, festive."

"It's not like we got married."

Fu Yanye frowned, even though she knew she was making trouble with him on purpose.

They get married?

Zhuo Jian turned away reflexively, and slowly saw his eyes, and then the day of their wedding appeared in her mind.

That day……

He took her hand and told her I would.

I would like to...

Fu Yanye also looked at her, knowing that she must have thought of it, because he thought of it too, and she said I would.

Also impatient.

Fu Yanye couldn't help groaning, and suddenly he didn't want to tease her anymore, he was very serious: "Jian Jian, I..."

His hands went to hold her face, but before he could hold her face, Zhuo Jian suddenly stepped back and reminded: "You quickly choose one for yourself, I'll wait for you outside, hurry up, the wedding is about to begin."

Fu Yanye's hand was still raised in the air.

Remember when they got married.

She didn't rush him back then.

Today is someone else's wedding, but she rushed it.

My heart is tormented, with mixed feelings.

He put down his hand, just looked in his palm, at the wedding ring on his ring finger.

Then he smiled helplessly and took a blue strip in his hand.

Zhuo Jian stood outside and sent a WeChat message. Zhang Mingmei and Zhong Mai were in the group, asking her to go out quickly.

Zhuo Jian was about to run away, when Fu Yanye walked up to her: "Miss hard work?"

His voice is very low.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him.

"There won't be many opportunities for you to tie me in the future."

"..."

These words sound familiar.

However, she still took it and opened it, and put the feet around his neck.

Fu Yanye lowered his head at the right time, raised his eyes slightly, and almost kissed her face.

He wanted to kiss her, her face, her...

Fu Yanye saw her softly closed lips, so gentle, and thought, they must be sweet too.

He knew that her lips were always sweet.

Zhuo Jian was about to have a fever from seeing him, so she raised her hand and pushed his face: "What are you looking at?"

Fu Yanye could only look at one side after being pushed by her, but she was not annoyed.

Her hands were fragrant, and it was very comfortable to touch his face.

Zhuo Jian quickly tied his tie, and then reminded: "Stand up straight."

"Yes!"

He agreed and stood up straight.

Zhuo Jian fiddled with him again, to the most suitable position in the middle, and then followed the habitual action of arranging his suit.

Then the hands suddenly stopped moving on his chest.

She couldn't help frowning and questioning herself, "What am I doing?"

He just asked her to wear a tie, why did she straighten his coat?

Zhuo Jian recovered and immediately took his hand away, but Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing, "Thank you."

"Ok?"

"I don't like thank you just lip service."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't understand a word, but the back of her head was hooked suddenly, and then, his facial features in front of her eyes were infinitely enlarged, and soon, she couldn't see anything clearly, but she just felt his smoke-smelling lips kissing her lips.

"Well, then, I will thank you for this."

"..."

Who asked him to kiss her as a thank you?

Only he could ask for such a thank you.

Fu Yanye smiled, leaned closer to her again, and asked her in a bewitching voice: "Isn't Young Madam still satisfied?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly, thinking that you know what you are talking about, right?

But Fu Yanye wanted to continue his gesture, and said: "It's okay, it's okay as a husband..."

"It won't be soon."

Zhuo Jian pushed his chin up and reminded him angrily.

But her so-called anger had no deterrent effect at all. Fu Yanye only felt that the hand holding his chin was gentle and gentle. He wanted to put it in his arms and let her rub him to comfort him. Last night He rubbed it by himself for a while, and it didn't feel comfortable at all.

Why are his hands so hard?

He still likes her the most.

So he held her wrist, then took her hand, and said, "One day this hand will no longer resist me."

"what are you saying?"

Zhuo Jian really didn't understand.

"You'll find out later."

"..."

She doesn't know, she doesn't know anything.

She felt that he was suddenly very strange today.

Didn't you just come to a wedding?

How did he act like it was their special day?

And said some weird things.

She still remembered that he said that when she ate fifty kilograms, they would go for a divorce.

She still has all the documents and so on.

The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more afraid she became. Could there be another trap?

No, no, no, he can't always be like that.

but……

Well, she should eat more quickly, and try to gain weight to fifty kilograms as soon as possible, so as not to...

So as not to dream too much at night.

-

Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye walked into the wedding hall, and everyone was chatting before they were seated.

Zhong Mai raised his hand when he saw them: "Jane."

Zhuo Jian followed her voice to find her and rushed over immediately.

Fu Yanye was still holding her hand: "There are many people, calm down."

"..."

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to twist her hands for a long time but did not escape.

Fu Yanye took her by the hand and walked unhurriedly through the crowd, leading her to Zhong Maiyan and Su Bai and his wife.

Everyone looked at their holding hands and sighed for a while as if they had seen each other for a long time. Zhuo Jian was so embarrassed that he turned to look at him again: "Quickly let go."

"Must be like this?"

Fu Yanye frowned, but asked her patiently.

Zhuo Jian was speechless, and asked him: "Do you think they are like you?"

Indeed, everyone stood upright, who hugged his lover?Neither did they hold hands.

But Fu Yanye still found the problem, and said to her: "Even Mr. Zhong is carrying his husband."

Zhuo Jian became even angrier and argued with him with her eyes.

They are the ones getting divorced.

Fu Yanye had to let go of her, but soon, he hooked her waist again.

The material of the skirt was thin, and as soon as his wide palm covered it, it made her blood rush all over her body.

Zhuo Jian looked at him again, and Fu Yanye acted as if nothing happened, talking to Yan Zheng and the others, "Is it coming soon?"

"should."

Just as Yan Zheng finished speaking, someone had already called them to sit down.

Everyone found their own seats and sat down, Zhong Mai whispered in Zhuo Jian's ear: "The Liang family is also here."

Zhuo Jian looked diagonally across, sure enough.

Liang Yu arrived with her parents and sat diagonally across from them.

As if Liang Yu didn't see them, she concentrated on greeting and joking with the elders next to her.

"Relax, it's just a woman, with your husband here."

Fu Yanye whispered in Zhuo Jian's ear.

"What should I worry about?"

Zhuo Jian asked him back.

Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye, and suddenly wanted to treat her, and asked, "Do you believe I'm kissing you now?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian suddenly fell silent.

"Why are not you talking?"

Fu Yanye asked her again.

"I'm afraid you'll kiss me, are you satisfied?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but look forward as she spoke.

Seeing that she was very angry, Fu Yanye stopped talking, but went to hold her hand again where no one was looking.