I don't deserve your love

Why do you still want to commemorate her?

Commemorate, yes, commemorate.

He threw down the things in his hand in annoyance, then turned around and went out, taking the coat from the sofa and going out.

Zhuo Jian almost thought that she had an illusion, as if someone had gone out.

But not long after, the door knocked again.

She suspects he ordered takeout.

Actually not.

He just left and remembered that he was cooking breakfast, and came back again.

But there was reluctance all over her body, and also, forbearance.

He didn't know how long he could endure it, maybe one day he would explode again.

He shouldn't have asked her to indulge outside like this.

Zhuo Jian completely forgot to confiscate the cigarettes she smoked last night, and just lay on the bed.

Not long after, Fu Yanye finished cooking, stood at the door, and knocked hard on the door twice.

Zhuo Jian looked up and saw that he was unhappy, and asked him what he was doing with his eyes.

"Have a meal."

Fu Yanye said coldly, turned around and left.

Although Zhuo Jian didn't understand, she was really hungry.

If she has a good sense of smell, he should have cooked green onion noodles and added poached eggs for her.

Zhuo Jian went to the restaurant to sit down, Fu Yanye brought the noodles to her, and then stood beside her and looked at her so unhappy.

Zhuo Jian just ate the noodles, almost wiped her mouth with a piece of paper, and raised her head: "Help me get a spoon?"

She really thought that he was standing next to her all the time because he wanted to listen to her demolition.

Fu Yanye didn't refute after hearing this, and really went to help her get the spoon and put it in the bowl.

Zhuo Jian took a few sips of soup before looking at him again, "Why are you standing here all this time?"

Fu Yanye suddenly leaned over to her eyes.

Zhuo Jian backed away in fright, her big eyes were full of panic and defense.

"What kind of cigarettes do you like to smoke? I'll find someone to bring you two back tomorrow."

He took out a piece of paper from the side and said while wiping her mouth.

Like really wanting to help.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, she didn't think he would be so kind.

"Why do you want to bring it for me?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

"Maybe they want to die together."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's hairs stood up in fright.

"Or just simply helping out."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't understand anymore, this sentence is not as thorough as that sentence.

She pursed her lips and looked at him, trying to find something in his eyes.

But he stopped to wipe her mouth, put down the tissue and went forward again. This time, he pinched her chin, looked at her lips that were wiped clean by him, and smiled. He always liked her little face. It felt like a kiss on the mouth, but he had never kissed anyone else before.

Unconsciously, Fu Yanye had to kiss several people to tell which one he liked. He believed it was this mouth, but he still squinted his eyes, "Zhuo Jian, I suddenly wondered what dirty things you have touched with this mouth? "

"..."

Zhuo Jian unconsciously looked at his face, and then down to his Adam's apple.

"I'm not a dirty thing."

Fu Yanye immediately understood what she meant and retorted.

I?

Zhuo Jian looked at him silently, she didn't want to provoke him when he was so irritating, so she kept her mouth shut.

But as soon as she shut up, Fu Yanye suddenly remembered the time when she kissed his Adam's apple tenderly, damn it.

Can he still think about this at this time?

He was angry and suddenly pulled her up.

Zhuo Jian felt that her feet were off the ground, and soon sat on a high place.

Ah.

is on the table.

He propped his hands on her sides, squeezed himself between her knees, and continued to look at her, "You're messing with me."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's eyes were full of question marks.

"So you are responsible for calming my anger."

"..."

Doesn't calming anger mean letting him vent?

Zhuo Jian continued to keep silent, so she didn't want to say another word, so as not to give him another excuse.

"Zhuo Jian."

"I do not want."

His ambiguous breath was on her face, and he was about to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian finally spoke, but turned her head to prevent him from kissing her.

Fu Yanye was angry that she hid so quickly.

He felt as if he hadn't kissed her in most of his life.

"I want."

He said.

Just as Zhuo Jian raised her eyes, before she could see him clearly, her lips were sealed suddenly.

She leaned back, and he held the back of her head so that she couldn't fall down, and it was convenient for him to kiss deeper.

Zhuo Jian felt that she was about to lose her breath, a little lack of oxygen, and she felt a little trembling, and she couldn't even push him with strength.

The night of that year and today suddenly appeared in Fu Yanye's mind.

He deliberately asked her to drink a few more glasses.

But now, they don't need to drink for fun.

"Fu Yanye."

Finally, his kiss was willing to move away from her lips, Zhuo Jian raised her head and called out to him when she felt her neck was about to be sucked off by him.

"You think I'll cook for you for nothing?"

"..."

Sure enough, there is a price to pay.

"Then I will never eat the rice you cook again."

The moment he picked her up, she looked down at him and said.

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes, "It's not up to you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak again, but there were tears in her eyes.

He carried her back to the room, and just as he put her down, she suddenly got up.

Fu Yanye suddenly froze and couldn't move.

He was standing by the bed, and she hugged him?

how come?

Not long after, he looked down and saw that she was about to stick to him.

then……

Her hands are in his trouser pockets, she, isn't she hugging him?

After a few seconds of excitement, Fu Yanye took her wrists and asked her, "What are you looking for?"

"Find your cell phone and call those women who want to sleep with you."

"What did you say?"

Fu Yanye's lungs were about to explode.

"Don't you want to vent? You shouldn't just look for me, right? We haven't done it for so long, and you are so energetic. You must have done it with others. You go to them."

As she spoke, she wanted to find the phone on him again.

But his mobile phone was in the coat that was draped on the sofa outside.

Fu Yanye held her wrists and pressed her on the bed, "If I have other women come to you?"

"You're not telling the truth at all."

Zhuo Jian stared at him distrustfully.

"Is it because I'm not telling the truth or you can't tell the difference?"

Fu Yanye suddenly became serious.

"I can't tell, Fu Yanye, go find someone else."

It's a big holiday, so hurry up and find someone who can tell the difference.

Fu Yanye let her push and push, but didn't move in front of her, and even looked at her with some resentment.

Zhuo Jian was tired, and looked at him angrily, "Can you get up?"

"Row."

What she said that night suddenly came to his mind, or did she just don't want him?

What is he like now?

Fu Yanye didn't want to be mean again, as she said, anyway, there are plenty of women out there who want him to sleep.

He got up and left, and didn't come back this time.

Zhuo Jian sat on the bed panting, and was angry that he slammed the door of her house so hard.

And it didn't take long for her to think about her grandparents.

She called Wang Yue, she thought, maybe she could conspire with Wang Yue.

When Wang Yue received her call, she was choosing jewelry, and when she saw it, she immediately picked it up: "Baby."

"Mom, can you help me with grandpa's birthday banquet tonight?"

"Grandpa's birthday banquet, yes, of course it's okay."

Wang Yue's eyes flickered, and she immediately agreed.