I don't deserve your love

The car was opened from the inside, and the tall man stood outside, looking helplessly at her slender figure.

Only then did Zhuo Jian stop, turned her head and glanced, "Oh, it's really our Boss Fu."

"..."

The tone of voice was a bit harsh, but Fu Yanye still liked the words "our family" that he uttered unknowingly.

She approached him impatiently: "Why are you here again?"

Fu Yanye stood there in a white shirt, squinting at her with displeasure, "I'm a bitch."

"Oh, then you can continue to commit crimes, don't bother."

"How else can I come again? Except to pick you up."

Fu Yanye finally couldn't stand her knowingly asking, and before she turned around to leave, he grabbed her wrist and dragged her to his eyes, holding her shoulders with both hands: "Don't act like that?"

"I pretend?"

"The whole world knows I'm here to pick you up."

Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes, somewhat pitiful.

Because of his eyes, Zhuo Jianjian was speechless for a short time, and soon lowered his head, "Who asked you to pick me up?"

And say you're a bitch?

Is it cheap to pick her up?

"You can't break your promise to be a man."

He returned what she had just said.

"Oh?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him with shrewd eyes.

"Didn't I say in the morning to pick you up in the afternoon?"

Fu Yanye avoided her eyes.

"You can't break your promise to be a man, you have to keep this in mind."

Zhuo Jian continued to stare at his guilty look, and deliberately mentioned it.

"You have all the documents with you, what else do you worry about?"

When Fu Yanye reminded her, it was like stabbing himself in the heart.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, raised her hand to push his hand away from her, and walked to his co-pilot, but didn't go in.

Fu Yanye looked at her, asking what she was thinking.

"Open the door."

Zhuo Jian reminded.

When Fu Yanye went to open the door for her, he stared at her and asked, "Why are you so angry today?"

Immediately, he took a breath of air-conditioning, but went to open the car door for her, and looked at her with evil eyes, "Ma'am, please be proud for a while."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't know why, but suddenly her scalp felt cold.

But he still sat down.

Fu Yanye put his hands on the roof of the car and bent down to get in, "Would you like to fasten your wife's seat belt for your husband?"

"Then you don't have to."

As Zhuo Jian said, she quickly fastened her seat belt and looked ahead.

Seeing that she was still nervous, Fu Yanye felt a little better, closed the car door for her, and walked over there.

"Have you picked up your son from school?"

"Uncle Zhou went to pick them up, but they will be home late tonight."

"why?"

"I said I wanted to eat out with you."

"What? Tired of cooking?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.

"If you like to eat what I cook, we'll go back now."

"..."

This matter cannot be admitted for the time being.

So she looked away.

When passing a shopping mall, the car suddenly turned into the parking lot inside.

Zhuo Jian looked in the direction curiously, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"

"Go buy a gift first."

"What gift? To whom?"

Zhuo Jian was puzzled. Looking at his expression, he didn't buy it for her anyway.

Fu Yanye glanced at her and didn't explain anymore.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

I just thought this person was a bit strange, to buy gifts for others and even take her with me, even if I took her, I didn't even say who I bought it for.

After parking the car in the parking lot, Fu Yanye opened the door for her first after getting out of the car.

Zhuo Jian thought it was pretty good, she got out of the car, and asked him again patiently with her bag on her back: "Who are you buying a gift for?"

Fu Yanye stared at her and sighed, "Go in first."

He grabbed her wrist and walked in.

But soon, the hand went from her wrist to her hand.

Hmm, fingers intertwined.

With a warm heart, Zhuo Jian looked at the entangled hands of the two.

She thought about who he was going to buy gifts for, and even bought them in the mall.

To be honest, if he gave someone a gift, it would usually be prepared for him by a secretary or something.

"Are you going to give your grandparents a gift?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

"It's not that I want to send it."

"Ok?"

"Do you want me to remind you more clearly?"

He stopped suddenly and looked at her.

Zhuo Jian's mind suddenly skipped a beat.

Then soon, he came in front of her, continued to hold her hand tightly, and looked at her with black eyes, "I forgot to confiscate the gift from that big man of yours?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian finally knew why she felt a little uncomfortable.

It turned out that he had come to ask her to choose a gift for him.

"Remember?"

Fu Yanye approached.

Zhuo Jian tilted her head back a little bit, feeling somewhat stage frightened, "But, you've already used the finger scissors."

Used is tantamount to accept.

"For home use, why can't I use it?"

As a member of the family, he has the right to enjoy everything in the family.

"You live next door to us."

Zhuo Jian reminded again.

Fu Yanye stepped forward again, and naturally raised his hands from her back to support her thin back, "You are a bit too much today."

"..."

After being warned softly, Zhuo Jian knew that she had gone too far, so she quickly shut up.

Seeing her restraining herself, Fu Yanye also restrained herself, but such an intimate gesture for a while made him reluctant to move.

The clerks at the counters on both sides stood there watching, their faces were a little hot, and there was a little girl secretly taking pictures with her mobile phone.

What kind of fairy couple is this?

This figure, this image, are you sure she's not a star?

This public ambiguity...

People on Weibo are always good at discovering, and soon, the rings on the hands of the two were discovered.

Then there is the determination of the identity of the two people.

But the two of them didn't look at their phones, Fu Yanye took her by the hand and went directly to the men's clothing counter.

Fu Yanye stood on one side and reminded: "Choose."

Zhuo Jian: "What to choose?"

"Choose a gift."

"..."

Zhuo Jian fumbled around, suits, shirts, belts, ties, and then turned to look at the person who had been standing there.

She had to go back again: "what do you want?"

It was just a gift, she could afford it.

Originally, I didn't want to bother to choose for him, lest he think that she would never forget her old love for him.

But now, there is nothing to worry about, after all, they brought her here in person.

She was forced, and she has nothing to miss.

Fu Yanye stared at her, he wanted what he had now, but unfortunately she wouldn't give it.

Fu Yanye knew what she was thinking at the moment, so he sighed helplessly, then took her hand and walked to the place where the tie and belt were placed.

"How about giving me a belt every year from now on?"

He proposed suddenly.

Zhuo Jian looked at those belts. In fact, she instinctively wanted to see his, but then she didn't dare to look at him for no reason, and just stared at those belts.

The clerk watched from the side without disturbing, but just waited and watched.

From dress to figure, from manner to conversation, the clerk knows that they don't need to be disturbed.

"No, I'll be fifty kilograms in a few days."

Zhuo Jian touched a black belt, pretending to be casual, and started talking.

Fu Yanye still looked at her with heavy eyes, "Will you ignore me from now on?"