I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Who wants to be like him?

Fu Yanye was really not that angry anymore. He looked outside and said, "Uncle Wang Rui is here, you go and help him move things."

Chengcheng turned her head to look outside, and couldn't help exclaiming, "Wow, how many gifts did you buy us, Mommy?"

"It's not all yours."

Zhuo Jian explained.

Chengcheng jumped off the sofa and ran away before she finished speaking.

There were only the two of them left in the living room, staring at each other for a while.

Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang, and she took a look at it, it was sharp.

Fu Yanye was far away, but seeing her expression, he stretched his legs, put his hands together, stared at her and asked, "What's the matter? I just got home, and my lover called?"

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him after hearing this, "Yes, didn't President Fu's mistress call? Didn't President Fu tell her that your wife is back?"

"..."

Fu Yanye suddenly looked at her coldly, his eyes seemed to be hunting people down every minute.

Zhuo Jian hung up the phone, but she was not in the mood to answer it.

Fu Yanye saw that she hung up the phone but was still upset. He had heard people over there say that she was having fun with the young master of the Zhuang family. He thought who the young master of the Zhuang family was, but after looking at the photos, he realized that it was that night. He beats people.

He didn't know how the two of them got together, although he had heard a lot.

But he looked at her hurtful mouth, and for a few minutes, he actually wanted to hear her deny something.

Zhuo Jian couldn't sit alone with him and got up to leave.

"where to?"

Fu Yanye raised his eyes, stared at her and asked.

"Go help move things, can't you?"

Zhuo Jian hated his tone.

It took Fu Yanye a few seconds to say: "You are a servant in the family for display?"

"My son can help, why can't I? Besides, what right do you have to control me?"

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she turned her back to him and went out from the other side.

Fu Yanye was paralyzed on the sofa and looked at the roof.

Argue with him as soon as he comes back.

Say you miss your son, can you have a son without him?

One baby at a time, whose species is that baby?

Chengcheng was too excited to open the presents. Zhuojian asked her aunt to help deliver the cheongsams bought for the old lady and Wang Yue to their rooms, as well as those for Fu Zhengzhi and the old man.

However, Fu Yanye looked at the door for a while and listened for a while, and then looked at Zhuo Jian with dissatisfaction.

Cheng Cheng hugged her toy and looked at her father, and then at Zhuo Jian, "Mum, didn't you prepare a gift for Dad?"

"Your dad doesn't need a present from Mummy."

"Your mommy is going to give herself as a gift to daddy."

Just as Zhuo Jian finished speaking, Fu Yanye suddenly smiled evilly, looked at Zhuo Jian and said.

"Oh, that's it, then should I wrap up my mother?"

In his world, what is packaged is a gift.

Fu Yanye said: "I think this proposal is feasible."

"Mommy just didn't buy a present for your father. Mommy hates him very much now. You're so smart, you should be able to tell."

"I can tell."

Chengcheng nodded, as if he understood clearly, and then gave his father a look that you are so pitiful.

Fu Yanye didn't expect Zhuo Jian to say that he hated him so easily, and suddenly lowered his head and took two steps forward, in front of Zhuo Jian, then turned to look at his son: "Turn around."

"what?"

"Daddy is going to do something inappropriate for your mommy."

"Oh!"

Chengcheng immediately ran away with the toy in her arms, and turned around.

The aunts, Wang Rui and the housekeeper also left in the same direction.

Zhuo Jianjian also wanted to turn around and run, but in the end, he turned around and stopped her with a small waist. Fu Yanye directly hugged her horizontally, holding her up a little high. Scared Zhuo Jian put her arms around his neck for safety, and asked him: "What are you doing?" What are you doing?"

"What can I do? It's nothing more than making you hate me even more."

"Fu Yanye, let me down."

There are so many adults and children in the family, and he is like this.

But Fu Yanye not only didn't put her down, but carried her upstairs. He had good physical strength and walked fast, and soon left her on the bed in his bedroom.

Zhuo Jian stepped back and looked at him in a panic, warning: "Don't touch me, I despise you for being dirty."

"Hmph, I don't despise you."

Fu Yanye smiled meanly, then took off his coat, and half knelt on the bed.

Zhuo Jian immediately raised her leg to turn down, but her ankle was tightly gripped and she couldn't move at all.

Her ankle was cold, and Ben was particularly uncomfortable. In fact, the temperature in his palm was dry and warm, and it was very comfortable to hold, but at this moment, she felt a little insufficient blood supply to the brain, "Fu Yanye, please stop making trouble."

"Do you treat me like a three-year-old? I'm not making trouble."

"what is that?"

Seeing him getting closer, Zhuo Jian became short of breath.

"It's the most direct punishment a man can give a woman."

"Orange orange..."

Zhuo Jian wanted to call her son for help, but before she finished speaking, he lay down on her thin body and covered her mouth, "If you dare to call again, I will peel you off."

"..."

There was panic in Zhuo Jian's eyes.

Peel her skin?

Count him as ruthless.

"It's fun to have fun outside? Don't you think of yourself as a married woman? Want to completely indulge yourself?"

Fu Yanye entangled her fingers, but every word and every sentence pierced people's hearts.

Especially when he thought of seeing her get out of that Young Master Zhuang's car with his own eyes, and that man smiling at her, he wanted to take her back and declare to the whole world that this is his Fu Yanye's woman, People can have unreasonable thoughts about her.

but……

"Why didn't you answer?"

He looked at her proud eyes and asked.

"Fu Yanye, I don't love you anymore."

Zhuo Jian said.

"..."

Fu Yanye suddenly couldn't speak anymore, so he just looked at her straight.

She has said so many times that she doesn't love him, but never has she been so calm as this time.

There was no pain or sadness in her eyes, she was calm, as if she was just saying she didn't like an item.

Zhuo Jian suddenly smiled.

He was not like this before, absolutely not.

It's not her delusion, the him before was definitely cold on the outside and hot on the inside.

But now he is like this.

Stubborn, unreasonable.

"Will I love you? Zhuo Jian, you are simply hateful, hateful, but not at all cute."

Fu Yanye suddenly flung away the hand wrapped around her, rolled over from her body and left.

He seemed to have abandoned everything and just strode out.

"Dad, don't move."

Chengcheng is behind him with a bubble gun.

He stopped abruptly.

Not angry, not surprised, just...

That childish voice.

He turned his head and looked at his son with moving eyes.

There are so many bubbles separating the father and son, but it seems that all the past has been smashed into those transparent bubbles.

They have four children, and she doesn't even love him anymore.

How long was Orange Sweet born?