I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian realized what he saw, and understood what he was going back to the private room to find Mr. Zhao, but she still couldn't help being ashamed: "Fu Yanye, don't look."

"Who allowed you to get hurt?"

He leaned behind her and questioned in her ear.

Zhuo Jian was in a mess, she was bad enough, and he still bullied her?

"Where else was injured? Did you say it yourself, or should I take it off?"

Fu Yanye continued to ask without waiting for her answer.

"I said, I said!"

When Zhuo Jian heard that he still wanted to continue taking off, she hurriedly called him.

Fu Yanye just got up from her, but his expression was still cold.

Zhuo Jian endured the pain and sat up, spreading out her palms: "The most serious thing here is bleeding!"

Fu Yanye looked at the blood in her palm, pinched her injured side with cold fingers, and then exerted force unconsciously.

Zhuo Jian reluctantly looked up at him: "I owe you another favor."

own someone?

Fu Yanye looked up at her, getting angrier the more he looked.

Zhuo Jianjian said again: "But if you hold me like this again, my hands will be useless, and I won't be able to cook for you."

"Do I need you to cook?"

Fu Yanye questioned, but he held her hand lightly.

"Then why did you ask me to cook for you?"

The feeling of being out of danger made her very relaxed at this moment, and she couldn't help but argue with him.

"That's not because...you think for yourself."

After saying this, Fu Yanye got up and left when he heard the door knock.

Zhuo Jian looked up at his tall back going out, but couldn't help but relax a little in her heart. If he hadn't arrived in time, wouldn't she have been beaten all over the place by Lin Jiaoyang?

Unexpectedly, Lin Chaoyang showed his fox tail so quickly, and even went to Mr. Zhao, what kind of wishful thinking was he planning?

Zhuo Jian never wanted to think about an elder with dirty thoughts, but how could she forget that that person is no longer an elder.

He appeared to her as a grown, rich man.

In order to get her to divorce Fu Yanye, and for her daughter to marry into the Fu family, he came to seduce her.

Think about it, but that's it.

A 40-year-old female doctor came to check the place and wound for her, and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

"I can bear it!"

Zhuo Jian said softly.

The female doctor smiled and opened the medicine bottle to disinfect her.

The corner of Zhuo Jian's mouth was a little cracked, and the female doctor pressed it down with a cotton swab, but she couldn't help biting her lip even though she didn't complain of pain.

"If you are sure there are no other injuries, you can go back first, and I will do the rest."

Fu Yanye stepped forward suddenly.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him.

Fu Yanye also gave her a cold look, and then his black eyes turned to the medicine bottle next to him.

Zhuo Jian didn't want him to come because she thought he would wait for an opportunity to retaliate.

She didn't know exactly what the revenge was.

Why did he go to rescue her? She has fantasies at this moment, is it because of the friendship of her childhood sweetheart?Or is she still his wife now?

"That's fine, it's nothing serious, but the place where you may be injured in the past few days will swell and hurt, don't be too nervous, I'll go first."

At this age, the doctor can already see through at a glance that he is an oversized light bulb, so he left after explaining.

Fu Yanye sat beside her and asked her, "Does it hurt?"

"pain!"

For some reason, she subconsciously admitted the pain.

"The pain is serious, who made you deserve it."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian thinks he is ruthless, ruthless is good, it can calm people down.

So she was quiet, and then only frowned slightly.

He treated the corners of her mouth, watched her lick her lips, and immediately pressed her lips with his thumb: "Don't lick."

Zhuo Jian looked at him with big black eyes that were as gentle as water, extremely innocent.

Seeing her like this, Fu Yanye couldn't help but hold his breath and lowered his head to continue treating the wound on her hand.

Seeing that there was still a Band-Aid on his forehead, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but ask, "Has your wound started to scar?"

"I thought you wouldn't care if I died."

Fu Yanye lowered his head and said while disinfecting.

So Zhuo Jian looked at him, and then became quiet.

Since the two of them are not suitable for chatting, then don't chat.

"Get down!"

Fu Yanye treated her hands, and then ordered her while twisting the lid of the disinfectant.

Zhuo Jian blushed.

Behind him is just a soft and big bed.

"I'm fine, I..."

"What? Do you want me to kneel down and beg you?"

Fu Yanye questioned.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Where did this come from?

But don't you understand whether men and women give or take kisses?

Zhuo Jian felt depressed, and didn't dare to challenge him, so she turned her head silently and lay down on the bed.

Her slender waist wrapped in trousers is hard to control at a glance.

Fu Yanye rolled his Adam's apple, then raised his eyes to look at her bruise.

The doctor kept the ointment and put it aside, he picked it up to read the instructions, and then opened it.

It's not the first time to apply medicine to her, but this time...

"Didn't you eat well recently?"

Fu Yanye asked while applying medicine to her.

Zhuo Jian originally blushed a little too much because of his hot palm on her waist, but she was a little distracted after hearing his question, and replied: "It's not to lose weight on purpose."

Fu Yanye froze.

He didn't think she was losing weight either.

He thought that if the relationship between the two of them was not good these days, she would be in a bad mood, just like him...

So do!

But she said that, that is to say, she didn't eat and sleep well because of the two of them?

Is he thinking too much?

Self-indulgent?

As Fu Yanye thought about it, the movement of his palm on her waist intensified unconsciously.

"Ah, it hurts!"

Zhuo Jian couldn't help but yelled softly.

Fu Yanye regained his composure, and then relaxed again.

"Did you hurt anything else when you fell down? What about your legs? What about your knees? Did you twist your ankle?"

Fu Yanye continued to ask her while wiping.

"should not!"

Zhuo Jian answered while feeling the pain in the rest of her body.

"should?"

Fu Yanye raised his dark eyes to look at her profile.

"no!"

How can you use an uncertain tone when talking to Young Master Ye?

As expected, Fu Yanye lowered his head after hearing her say no.

It's just that a pair of hands can't help but gently hold her slender waist, and once you hold it, you want to hold it all.

Zhuo Jian retracted her stomach subconsciously, blushing: "Are you ready?"

Only then did Fu Yanye come back to his senses, "Yes."

Zhuo Jian relaxed for a while, got up immediately, sat next to him shyly and shamelessly, and then looked at the door: "Thank you for saving me, it's nothing else, I'll go back first..."

"As a price for saving you, you are not allowed to leave tonight."

Fu Yanye suddenly tightened her waist and hugged her, both fell on the bed.

Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she reflexively put her hand on his arm on her waist, weighed it over and over before whispering: "This is not appropriate."

"A press conference will be held tomorrow. You are my wife, so stop hiding."

Fu Yanye buried his face in her neck, declaring in a deep voice.