I don't deserve your love

"You don't want to know."

Fu Yanye smiled and put his forehead against her shoulder again.

He thought, what should he do to be with her again like before.

Zhuo Jian asked him incomprehensibly, "How do you know if I want to know if you don't tell me?"

Fu Yanye: "..."

He raised his eyes and saw that she was serious and interested, so he could only "reluctantly" leaned into her ear, and whispered: "Unless it's..."

Zhuo Jian's ear near his lips turned red quickly, and half of her face also began to turn red.

There is heavy snow in the sky in front, and well-dressed villains behind.

She struggled, "let me go, let me go."

"Okay, okay, I'm wrong, I shouldn't have said this to you, but you didn't ask me?"

In his eyes, there is both pampering and grievance.

Zhuo Jian was suddenly speechless because of what he said.

It seems that just now, she insisted on asking him to clarify.

She just thought it was a serious matter, how could she know that it was that kind of thing.

They still ate together with a bowl, and then stood by the window admiring the snow. He took a bite of the rice, then turned to look at her and asked, "Is this the first snow in your memory?"

"The first snowfall."

Zhuo Jian said.

After she came here, she saw more than this one. It was still snowing heavily in the morning.

Fu Yanye couldn't help but smile when he heard that, he forgot.

However, he couldn't help but look at her. For some reason, she even ate exactly the same as before, she was still so elegant and refined, leisurely and enjoying herself.

Even with him, he felt that the rice in the bowl was much more fragrant.

It seems that I haven't felt the fragrance of rice for a long time. Since then, she suddenly disappeared.

Zhuo Jian found that he had already eaten half a bowl of rice when he was looking at her, holding the bowl and spoon and looking at him, "Why do you keep looking at me?"

"Of course it's because you look good."

"..."

It's not the clichéd way of knowing that I look at you if you don't look at me, but because you are good-looking.

She shyly turned her head to look out the window, but she could no longer see the snowflakes, only her flushed face and his slender body.

After the meal, she asked to wash the dishes, Fu Yanye stepped aside: "Please."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

This is too real.

But can she wash the dishes?

But what's so difficult about washing dishes?

Zhuo Jian cleaned up the tableware on the table, then turned her head to put the bowl in the sink, and couldn't help turning her head to look at him: "Doesn't your family have a dishwasher?"

Such a nice house must be full of technological products.

Fu Yanye just looked at her and smiled, approached her and said, "I thought you were going to wash it by hand."

"I didn't find the one for the dishes, dish soap?"

Zhuo Jian asked him in a low voice.

I'm not even sure what that thing is called.

Fu Yanye's heart softened a lot, thinking, it's good, at least she didn't suffer from this kind of torture in that castle.

It seems that there is indeed no need to worry about food and clothing.

It's just that when he saw her too short hair, his heart seemed to be chopped off.

He patiently taught her to put the bowl into the dishwashing liquid, taught her to operate, then pulled her aside, looked down at her gentle fingers, and asked her: "You start writing after you wake up?"

"No."

"How did you come up with the idea of ​​writing?"

"My husband said that I should always do something, and I can no longer be a young lady with nothing to do. This will help my body and mind."

She said that Reese's words encouraged her very much, so she remembered it very clearly.

Fu Yanye looked at her, lowered his head, and then smiled with difficulty: "In the future, can you stop calling him husband?"

The tone of his question was actually very cautious.

It is not as cold and irresistible as usual, but a deliberative gesture.

He didn't want to scare her, she was calm tonight, always patient when talking to him, and he hoped they would continue like that.

He didn't want her crying and calling him a murderer, and he didn't want her to run away with excitement.

"Then, are you talking about my husband?"

Zhuo Jian asked him suspiciously.

"..."

Fu Yanye's dark eyes gradually became a little cold. Looking at her cautious look, she seemed to be afraid that he would be angry, but she said such things in the most innocent manner that made him unhappy.

"Can't you just call him by his name?"

"His name is so long."

"..."

After all, Fu Yanye showed some indifference.

Zhuo Jian didn't want to make him angry, but she still couldn't help asking him cautiously: "I know he is very bad in the eyes of many people, but you have already sent him to prison, isn't that enough?"

"You are so naive now."

Naive, like the seven or eight-year-old girl when I was a child.

I don't know the suffering in the world, and I don't know the evil of bad people. I just naively think how true, kind and beautiful this world is.

The snow was still falling, and Fu Yanye took her to watch old movies on the sofa, saying that this was what she used to like to watch.

She didn't dare to violate it, but soon fell asleep on the sofa.

She didn't really like watching those movies, or maybe she didn't have the energy to watch them, anyway, she fell asleep quickly.

Fu Yanye saw her sleeping on the sofa in a blink of an eye, so he got up naturally, and when he sat down again, he was sitting gracefully beside her, looking directly at the TV, but his hand had already reached out to her. Over there, stroking her and putting her on his shoulders.

But she fell asleep and slid off his shoulder.

Well, she lay on his lap.

Fu Yanye didn't bow his head, but his hands were caressing her shoulders, occasionally falling on her short hair.

When Fu Yanye looked down at her, the movie had already ended. Zhuo Jian with such short hair made him feel strange, but he couldn't help getting closer.

He still picked her up from the sofa.

Zhuo Jian moved, and he murmured: "It's cold here, go to bed and sleep."

She didn't move anymore, she was carried upstairs by him, and she was put down gently and caringly on the big bed in the bedroom.

"Honey, don't go."

In her sleep, she couldn't help but leaned forward, hooked his strong narrow waist, and then continued to fall into a deep sleep.

Fu Yanye bowed his head, but felt sore in his heart.

She took him for someone else.

In her dream, she was that person.

But when he was awake, pretending to be easy to talk to and obedient to him?

What the hell is she thinking?

In the middle of the night, his cell phone turned on and it was Feng Ying, "Come out for a drink or two?"

Fu Yanye: "No."

"It's a bit boring."

Feng Ying returned to him.

"Accompany my wife."

"..."

Feng Ying had nothing to say, but in this city, Fu Yanye was the person he knew best.

Now he can only drink in the clubhouse alone.

But when he thought about the matter between Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian, he could only endure it. This matter really had something to do with him.

Zhuo Jian had an accident to find Jian Qian, and Jian Qian almost had a miscarriage because of him.

He didn't expect that he would have such a deep relationship with Fu Yanye in the future.

After drinking for a while, the girl beside him also felt bored, so he glanced lightly, then got up and left.

Jian Qian couldn't sleep at all in the middle of the night. The older the month, the more likely she would suffer from insomnia, not to mention that person came to harass her every night recently.

He also sent her a photo of drinking with another woman tonight. What does he mean?

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The next morning, when Zhuo Jian woke up, she was in a warm chest, and it was an unclothed chest. She didn't see it clearly at all, and reached out to touch it in a daze. She couldn't wipe it off. ...