I don't deserve your love

"What are you here for?"

The cold Fu Yanye stood outside the door and questioned.

"Shen Moli is missing, I thought she was here."

Chen Xiang froze for a moment, attracted by Fu Yanye's domineering aura, but quickly recovered his voice.

Zhuo Jian heard a familiar voice and subconsciously went to the door again.

Sure enough, Fu Yanye stood there.

Zhuo Jian just wanted to ask, what is he doing here.

Chen Xiang then quickly explained: "Don't get me wrong, I have great respect for Mrs. Fu."

"Have you found it?"

Fu Yanye was very satisfied with Mrs. Fu's words, and asked again calmly.

"No."

"Then you can get out."

Fu Yanye turned cold.

Chen wanted to nod and leave.

Fu Yanye looked into the room, closed the door gently after entering, and asked her, "Can anyone enter this house except me?"

"Yes, anyone can enter this house except you, please go out."

Zhuo Jian gave the order to chase away the guests, and also walked in.

"..."

Fu Yanye didn't expect that he would be blown away just after entering the door, so he could only hold back his temper, "I didn't mean that."

"I don't care what you mean, I don't want to see you in my house anyway."

She walked to the sofa, turned her head, and freely swayed her temperament within the frame she gave.

"I……"

"The children are not here today, so there is no need to pretend, right?"

"I'm here to talk to you about changing bodyguards."

Fu Yanye looked at her for a few seconds before saying this. He didn't expect her to be so impatient with him when the children were away.

"..."

Zhuo Jian was suddenly speechless, but soon sat down on the sofa angrily.

Fu Yanye followed her, sat on the sofa next to her, saw that she was still angry, and continued, "You said Wang Rui should take care of Yuan Man?"

"Otherwise? Yuan Man is pregnant and needs him the most."

Zhuo Jian didn't look at him, but just told the truth.

"Ah."

He agreed.

The space suddenly fell into dead silence.

In fact, they are restraining their temper.

Zhuo Jian looked at him unexpectedly, and Fu Yanye looked up at her too.

"Just do as you say."

He said.

"According to me? I don't need a so-called bodyguard at all."

In fact, it is to monitor her.

"You'll have more elbow scars without bodyguards."

"I'm not hurt because of bodyguards?"

There are more than one or two scars on her body.

"Drinking again?"

Fu Yanye remembered the things about her that made him feel deeply, so he changed the subject and asked.

Zhuo Jian held her breath for a moment, then turned and looked out the window.

"So you don't listen to what grandparents say?"

Fu Yanye was also upset.

What he wanted was a girl who always centered on him, who could call him Brother Ye, and who could also smirk at him.

She is not anymore.

But again, she is.

Zhuo Jian looked at him in a blink of an eye, how dare he mention grandparents?

She hasn't settled with him yet.

Fu Yanye put a cigarette to his mouth, but when he wanted to light it, he suddenly looked at her and hesitated.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, she looked away and went to the coffee table drawer to get a cigarette, and put it between her lips as a gesture.

Fu Yanye leaned on the sofa with a cigarette in his hand, staring at her in boredom with his deep black eyes.

Zhuo Jian ignored him, nodded her eyes, and after taking a puff, looked at him with the cigarette in her slender hand, and asked, "Why don't you smoke anymore?"

"Zhuo Jian, do you really think that I dare not control you anymore?"

He didn't want to restrain himself anymore, and the moment she lit the cigarette, she ignored his emotions.

"How? How could I have such a naive and unrealistic idea?"

Zhuo Jian smiled.

She was wearing a shirt and a narrow skirt, her slender legs were folded, and she didn't know that it was faintly seductive.

She was just upset and wanted him to leave quickly, but she couldn't drive him away. She touched her knee with one hand and pressed the other elbow on the back of her hand, enjoying the soothing emotion brought by that cigarette to her heart's content.

I really didn't lose my temper anymore.

Fu Yanye sneered angrily, then lit a cigarette and took a puff, and then the evil energy in his body was about to be uncontrollable, and he looked at her so coldly.

Zhuo Jian didn't care or look at him, just enjoying that cigarette.

This is very good, the two of them smoke together, and they are equally balanced, and no one needs to say anything about the other.

She thought, what else could they do?

This marriage is rotten to the bone.

But someone still couldn't take it anymore, Fu Yanye cut off the cigarette, then suddenly threw herself in front of her, snatched her cigarette, pinched her chin, "Zhuo Jian, are you testing my patience?"

Zhuo Jian was forced to look up at him, flatly, "How dare I?"

"How dare you? Then what are you doing?"

Still holding her cigarette in his hand, he gave her a stern look and questioned her.

"Why can you smoke but I can't?"

Zhuo Jian asked back.

"You compare with me?"

He stared at her from above, and asked in a low voice.

"I didn't compare with you, it's just that if you want to control me, you can at least lead by example, right? You have a lot of bad records, how can you control me?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him dully, clear every word.

Fu Yanye's hand pinching her chin was lighter, and moved away from her a little, trying to see her expression more clearly.

Later, he couldn't bear to get close to her again. When he came to her and stared at her eyelashes, he suddenly didn't want to restrain himself anymore. She was still his wife, and he could kiss him whenever he wanted.

So he suddenly sucked her lips.

"Ah."

Unable to catch his breath, he hummed muffled by his sudden kiss, and then he could no longer make a sound.

Fu Yanye held her lips to prevent her from resisting, and he didn't let her go until his thumb touched the tears streaming from the corner of her eyes.

But still kneeling on the sofa next to her, still leaning over to face her like that, entwined with her breath, "Does it hurt?"

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, but just looked at him stubbornly.

He drank too, and she tasted it.

He can only let the state officials set fires and not allow the people to light lamps.

Seeing that she refused to give in, Fu Yanye kissed her again with just one glance, this time not just sucking in his mouth like before.

This time the tip of his tongue broke into her mouth.

The smell of alcohol was entangled and her heart was in a mess. She folded her arms in his chest and pushed it out desperately, but the harder she pushed, the tighter he hugged and the more fierce the kiss.

She bit him and he had to stop.

"Well, Fu Yanye."

Her voice was trembling and limp, her eyes were hopeless, and her hand was only on his jawline.

She looked up at him, the man who used to be her belief at all.

He still bent over her, but stopped kissing her.

He tasted the blood, put it in his mouth, and then he swallowed it, and just endured it, looking at her inquiringly.

She was probably drunk, the blood supply to the brain was insufficient, and she couldn't recognize people clearly, and then tears fell one by one, and then she asked the words that had been hidden in her heart for a long time, "What do you think of me? The last moment you said that I was with others The man I'm in love with, come to kiss me again at this moment? Do you think that a bouquet of flowers and an apology can make me come back to you and love you again?"

She said: "It's impossible for us anymore, even if I still love you."