I don't deserve your love

"Who?"

"I'll tell you later!"

The dinner for the two of them was relatively slow. After the meal, Zhuo Jian took him for a stroll around the more famous places in the city. After feeling the customs of their city A, they took a taxi to send him back to the hotel.

In fact, she was just doing the landlord's favor, but she didn't expect...

Coincidentally, when Sheng Xin bid farewell to her and got out of the car, Fu Yanye and the others happened to come out of the car.

That's it, it hit me right.

Fu Yanye stood in front of the crowd, looked at Sheng Xin coldly, and then reflexively looked at the car behind Sheng Xin.

At that time, Sheng Xin and Zhuo Jian were sitting in the back, so Zhuo Jian was sitting inside by himself.

Zhuo Jian said to the driver in front, "Master, drive."

The taxi left the hotel quickly.

When she regretted sending Sheng Xin to the hotel entrance, Sheng Xin was already standing opposite Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye looked at him: "President Sheng seems to be very interested in my wife?"

"Mrs?"

"Zhuo Jian!"

"Zhuo Jian? Is she your wife?"

Sheng Xin was very surprised.

"Mr. Sheng, please stay away from my wife. I don't like her getting too close to other men, and she is not suitable for walking around in the social arena, thank you."

Fu Yanye was quite polite, nodded after finishing speaking, and then got into the luxury car driven by his driver.

Sheng Xin: "..."

He never thought that Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian were husband and wife.

Thinking about Zhuo Jian admitting that she had a complicated relationship with Fu Yanye during dinner today, Sheng Xin's steps towards the hotel were a little slow.

-

"Master Ye, where are you going?"

"Back to Shengyuan!"

Fu Yanye let out a faint cry, and looked out the window in confusion.

Today's weather seems to be exceptionally good, but his mood is extremely bad.

He could have gone to Zhuo Jian's place too, but when the car arrived near the neighborhood of the two of them, he held hands and hesitated for a while, and finally turned his eyes away from her.

Seeing her in the same car with Sheng Xin, they were still in the same car, and thinking of her talking, laughing and flirtatiously interacting with another man in the back seat of the car, he felt out of breath.

-

This night was peaceful for Zhuo Jian.

Except for those two sentences.

Isn't she cured?

Can you still run around outside all day with advanced cancer?

The next day the weather was fine, and in the afternoon the director himself called her and asked her to have dinner with Ouyang Ping and talk about studying abroad.

Zhuo Jian was in a good mood, but she didn't expect that she was the one who came to the private room first.

Later Ouyang Ping called her: "Honey, I can't make it through, something happened temporarily on the show."

Zhuo Jian agreed without even thinking about it, but wouldn't this be the director eating alone with her?

The director is an older man, and she hasn't greeted him twice.

Zhuo Jian began to get nervous.

When the door of the private room was opened, she subconsciously stood up and turned sideways to the door.

She wanted to look as generous as possible, but when she raised her eyes and saw someone coming, she was stunned.

Zhuo Jian's cell phone also rang at this time, Zhuo Jian looked down, it was an unfamiliar number.

"Pick up the phone first."

Lin Jiaoyang told her.

Only then did Zhuo Jian recover, and then answered the phone.

"Hello? Zhuo Jian? I'm in a bit of trouble for the time being. I heard that your father is an old friend with Mr. Lin. I'm still familiar with him. Let him eat with you for me."

"Director?"

Zhuo Jian only asked softly.

"It's me! I'll hang up first, let's talk about the rest in the stage tomorrow."

The director quickly hung up the phone.

Zhuo Jian looked at the people who walked in front of her, not only Lin Jiaoyang, but also Mr. Zhao who wanted to take care of her a while ago but didn't.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head: "Since our director has something to do, then I won't stay."

"Hey! Ah Jian, the dishes are all ordered. It's not appropriate for you to go like this. Let's treat it as a dinner with Uncle Lin, huh?"

Lin Jiaoyang stopped her, clasped her shoulders, and pressed her into the chair she was sitting on just now.

Zhuo Jian sat in it dully, but his heartbeat began to speed up.

She had a very bad feeling.

"Miss Zhuo, we meet again! I didn't expect you to be so big, I'm sorry."

Mr. Zhao told her with a smile.

Zhuo Jian only felt that the air around her was dirty, and she wanted to escape from here.

"sorry, I……"

"Jane, finish this meal with us, huh?"

Lin Jiaoyang insisted on pressing her shoulders to prevent her from getting up.

Zhuo Jian raised his eyes to look at him, and said lightly: "Boss Lin, why bother? Aren't you afraid that Young Master Ye will trouble you?"

"I haven't settled with him the last time he hit me. Let him give it a try."

Lin Jiaoyang said and sat down beside her.

The staff quickly came to serve wine, Lin Jiaoyang immediately let him out, and then poured wine for Zhuo Jian and Mr. Zhao himself.

"Today we are just chatting casually, and by the way, let's talk to Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, my little niece, you are not allowed to have any wrong thoughts, I will not obey."

"Then your niece is my niece, don't worry, I will never mess around."

Mr. Zhao said.

Zhuo Jian felt that the word niece had been tainted by these two sanctimonious hypocrites.

Lin Jiaoyang looked at Zhuo Jian: "You heard that, Mr. Zhao has already guaranteed me that he will never touch you, huh?"

Zhuo Jian just wants to call for help now.

This is in Starlight, she will not be hypocritical in the face of danger.

But how does she get the call out now?

"Let's toast to Uncle Zhao first, huh?"

Lin Jiaoyang taught her again.

Zhuo Jian looked up at the glass of wine: "I'm not feeling well recently, so I can't drink."

"Hey! You have entered the workplace, but you can't push things like this. Forgot that Mr. Zhao is still the sponsor of your show? It doesn't matter if you just have a few drinks, and there are no outsiders."

Lin Jiaoyang's hand was always on her shoulder, and he also touched her when he was talking.

Zhuo Jian felt that the breath coming out of his mouth was disgusting, and her shoulders moved unconsciously, trying to get rid of him.

Lin Jiaoyang pretended not to feel her rejection: "Ah Jian, be good, let's have this drink first."

Lin Jiaoyang held her wine glass.

"Jiaoyang, you niece, you are not very good!"

Mr. Zhao said.

"Can't I feed you?"

Lin Jiaoyang smiled at Mr. Zhao, and put her wine glass to her mouth.

Zhuo Jian couldn't take it anymore, she stood up immediately, and hid to the side: "Please respect yourself."

How is he like an uncle?

"Jane!"

The wine glass in Lin Jiaoyang's hand was spilled when she left, Zhuo Jian was a little bit wet, and his cuffs were completely wet. He stood up, tore off a tissue to wipe it, and frowned unhappily to call her.

"Two take it easy!"

Zhuo Jian said lightly, no matter what he did, he just wanted to leave.

"Zhuo Jian."

Lin Jiaoyang chased after her with a few strides, the wine glass on the table was hit by his coat and fell to the ground and broke, he stepped forward and grabbed her wrist and pulled her in.

Zhuo Jian's back bumped against the chair, and when the chair moved, she moved too, and fell down along with the chair when she couldn't stand still.

"Have you ever thought about the consequences of not accepting the steps I give you?"

Lin Jiaoyang locked the door and questioned.