I don't deserve your love

Ouyang Ping walked out of the bathroom door very satisfied.

But the people in the bathroom were looking at the door with extreme grief and indignation.

-

Ouyang Ping sent the recording to Zhuo Jian. Zhuo Jian thought it was her words, but when she opened it, she found it was Cheng Nuo.

The program was recorded for two months, and Zhuo Jian never returned to the city, and even when the program crew left, Zhuo Jian was not in a hurry to leave.

Fu Yanye's car was parked at the airport for a long time that day, and he even thought of dozens of excuses to show up here.

But in the end, it was only Li Yuqing who saw his station next to his car.

"Zhuo Jian didn't come back."

Li Yuqing left after speaking.

But Fu Yanye was in the car and never left until dark.

Just those five words are enough to make him pierce his heart with a thousand arrows.

Su Bai's phone number was displayed on his screen, he recovered and answered it.

"Is my sister back yet? Ask her to come out, let's have a drink or two to ease the awkward atmosphere between you and your wife?"

"She didn't come back."

"No reply? What's the matter, she's not from today..."

Before he could finish speaking, Fu Yanye had already cut it off.

Yes, she didn't answer.

Or maybe she wasn't planning on coming back.

Parents would take their children to see her regularly anyway.

but……

Fu Yanye choked up, and before starting the car to leave, he suddenly picked up his phone and took a picture.

In the circle of friends, everyone saw that the photo was pitch-black.

Fu Yanye left the airport and walked back, but halfway, for some reason, he remembered that the two met in the south that day, and then the car suddenly turned around.

-

When Su Bai and Yan Zheng arrived at the restaurant, they muttered in the private room, "The phone call was hung up suddenly before I finished speaking, and I called again, saying that he was going out, but the voice sounded like he was still outside, where are we going?"

Yan Zheng thought for a while, "Gambling?"

"What are you gambling?"

Someone pushed the door in and was immediately interested upon hearing this.

Su Bai also looked at Yan Zheng curiously.

"ball."

Yan Zheng thought about it.

"ball?"

"ball?"

Su Bai and Zhao Lin spoke in unison.

"Tennis, if there is no accident, I guess Yan Ye should have gone to the south to find Zhuo Jian."

Yan Zheng speaks with calmness.

"No gambling."

"No gambling."

Soon, the two spoke in unison again.

Thinking about it, it is very likely that she really went to find Zhuo Jian.

But Su Bai still sighed: "I told us before that I would never go to see little sister Jian, what happened? Not only did I go, but it was not once."

"Ah."

Yan Zheng was also deeply confused about this, why did Boss Fu say those slapping words?

"Go ahead, let's go, it's okay to relax, every time I come back with a slap in the face, it's like the three words are engraved on my face if I can't save it, I don't know what he did, obviously little sister Jian is the best Coax."

The more Su Bai said, the more angry he became, that was his dear little sister Jian, why couldn't his elder brother coax that girl well?

Soon Yan Zheng's cell phone rang, took a puff of his cigarette, looked at his cell phone, and immediately pinched out the cigarette, "Zhong Mai asked me to go back, since Yan Ye is not here today, let's leave early."

Yan Zheng said to leave, Su Bai and Zhao Lin watched him leave dumbfounded, and then Zhao Lin looked at Su Bai again, "Brother, how about I find a few more brothers to play with?"

"Find it quickly."

Su Bai was bored.

"President Su, someone is looking for you."

Suddenly someone knocked on the door and it opened.

The two looked at the door pitifully again.

Zhang Mingmei wore a black sports skirt and looked...

"Who is it, sister-in-law?"

Zhao Lin asked dumbfoundedly.

"The soul of your sister-in-law."

Zhang Mingmei said with a smile.

Zhao Lin: "..."

"Here we go, baby."

Su Bai couldn't stand looking at Zhang Mingmei's short skirt, got up and went to look for her, put his arms around her small waist at the door, looked at her, and then winked at her ambiguously.

"Silly?"

"No, my wife is really attractive tonight."

Su Bai continued to stare at her, even to the point of his heart.

"Fuck you, your mother is here."

Zhang Mingmei reminded.

Su Bai: "Ah? What is she doing here? Then go back to your room and wait for me. I'll be right back."

Still couldn't help but kiss her face.

Zhang Mingmei smiled helplessly after seeing him leave, wiped the place where he had kissed her, it was full of saliva, and turned to look at Zhao Lin, "Let's find a friend to play, remember to pay the bill."

"Ok."

Zhao Lin was a little confused.

But Zhang Mingmei left happily.

Zhang Mingmei felt that Zhao Lin was actually quite a good boy, and he was also good-looking.

Women don't mind looking at people who are good-looking and don't hate them.

-

Two days later.

Wang Rui received a call from Fu Yanye, "Boss."

"You come to the south, and the address will be sent to your WeChat."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Wang Rui was puzzled, looked at his wife who was resting with her stomach in her arms, and walked over, "The boss asked me to go to the south."

"What's the matter, ma'am?"

Yuan Man immediately became nervous.

"I don't know yet, it's just that I'm not at home, can you?"

"What's wrong? Now it's still a fight, you go, I still have Chang Xia here."

"Ah."

Yuan Man didn't dare to delay Zhuo Jian's affairs. Although he is not suitable for long distances now, since her husband is useful, he has to come in handy.

Before eleven o'clock in the evening, Fu Yanye saw in the car that the car brought her back again, but this time, someone got out of the car and opened the door for her.

The man smiled at Zhuo Jian with his hands in his pockets like a fool, at least that's how he felt.

Zhuo Jian didn't know what to say, the man suddenly felt a little sad, but soon he smirked again, Zhuo Jian turned and went inside, he was still staring.

Zhuo Jian's figure stopped suddenly after entering the door, but she still didn't look back, and only walked into the place where she lived.

A week later, Fu Yanye played against Yan Zheng on the tennis court. He never lost, but this time, he really couldn't move.

Yan Zheng watched him throw the racket to take a rest, followed him, held the racket to look at him, and asked, "You haven't been quite right since you came back, what happened to the south?"

"No."

Fu Yanye let out a faint cry, and continued to pant.

Looking at him like that, Yan Zheng felt that there must be something wrong, but he didn't want to say it.

Then the thing that made him so unwilling to talk but overdrawn must have something to do with Zhuo Jian.

"Could it be that little sister Jian was fascinated by some suave young master in the south?"

In fact, he was just guessing.

Who knew that Fu Yanye's eyes suddenly looked extremely cold.

Yan Zheng was a little angry that he had guessed so accurately, but he was also a little proud that he really knew this man too well.

So Yan Zheng sat down and waited until he wanted to say something.

When Yan Zheng came home at night, he said to Zhong Mai: "Why don't you call Zhuo Jian to come back?"

Zhong Mai was swiping his phone at the time, and looked up at him when he heard this, "Why?"

"If she doesn't come back, Yan Ye won't feel at ease."

"Isn't that just right? Why should I reassure him?"

Zhong Mai asked back.

Yan Zheng knew his wife's temperament, so he sat beside her and said to her seriously: "Yan Ye is not as bad as you think, he just thinks that Zhuo Jian doesn't want him anymore."

"I thought that if he still loves Zhuo Jian, he should chase him back by himself. I won't ask Zhuo Jian to come back and suffer."

Zhong Mai also encouraged Zhuo Jian to have fun outside.

Yan Zheng looked at Zhong Mai and sighed helplessly.

-

Fu's old house.

Cheng Bao was practicing calligraphy with the old man when Fu Yanye walked in.

Seeing how well Cheng Bao practiced, he couldn't help staring at him for a while.

Holding the brush, the old man glanced at his grandson before writing: "Why did you come back so early today?"

"Didn't I keep coming back so early?"

Old man: "..."

Fu Yanye looked at Cheng Bao again, "Come out."

"what?"

Cheng Bao reluctantly put down the brush.