I don't deserve your love

"Ah."

Fu Yanye snorted.

Zhuo Jian raised her head when she heard the voice, and instantly bounced away from his arms, and then looked down at the reddened place that she had wiped countless times just now, her face flushed like blood in embarrassment.

"Baby, you can't get out of here."

Fu Yanye couldn't laugh or cry, and pressed Huo to remind him word by word.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She didn't do it on purpose, she just didn't see it clearly, she just felt a dot in front of her eyes, and then she kept wiping it, thinking why it was hot.

Anyway, this time it's a big shame, huh huh.

She immediately got up to get out of bed, but Fu Yanye quickly grabbed her hand: "Where are you going?"

"I, I need to go to the bathroom."

Zhuo Jian was so anxious that she immediately got up and ran away.

Fu Yanye lay back down slowly, touching his heart and laughing.

Why do you think she is so, so cute?

Fu Yanye lay on the bed and looked at the lamps on the roof, and suddenly felt that the lamps were quite beautiful.

Zhuo Jian poured cold water on her hands over and over again in the bathroom, but her hands were still very hot.

She rubbed her fingers one by one vigorously, her small face no bigger than a palm twisted.

What a shame just now.

What the hell is she thinking?

How can you sleep on the same bed with a strange man and still touch him?

Moreover, before she woke up, she felt as if she was holding him?

How can it be?

Zhuo Jian scrubbed her fingers harder, the one that touched his chest.

Fu Yanye stood at the door, seeing her anxious and sad appearance, and the way she washed her hands, couldn't help but walked over, and when he changed the direction of cold water to warm water, he had already held her wrist.

Zhuo Jian looked nervously at the sexy hand holding her wrist, and then watched him gently wash her hand in warm water, like...

like……

Zhuo Jian watched and turned to look at him unconsciously.

"Do you wash your hands like this all the time?"

He calmly mentioned it when he washed her hands seriously.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head again: "I won't use such force."

"But wash them one by one?"

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian looked at him again.

He smiled faintly, washed her and then washed his own next to her.

Zhuo Jian followed his gaze and found that he was also rubbing fingers one by one, and then couldn't help but look at him, "You, why are you doing this?"

"I have a cleanliness."

He laughed and said it was very gentle.

Zhuo Jian's heart moved twice inexplicably when he heard it.

What about her?

She doesn't feel like a clean freak.

Fu Yanye didn't say any more about the habit of washing hands, but when wiping her hands, she wrapped her hands in a towel and wiped them first.

Zhuo Jian was a little confused.

He is so vicious, why would he do such a careful thing?

No, it must be intentional, he must have premeditated.

Thinking of this, she immediately withdrew her hand, "I'm not a child, I can do it myself."

Fu Yanye looked at her, and after a moment of loss, he smiled softly: "Yes."

He dried his hands and gave her the towel.

Zhuo Jian took it, but he wiped his hands dry, okay?

She was just responsible for stacking them and putting them aside.

Fu Yanye discovered again that she folded the towels very neatly, like...

He was really in a good mood this morning, so he asked her, "What do you want to eat in the morning? Chinese food."

Then Zhuo Jian raised his eyes and looked at him again, thought for a while: "Whatever."

She doesn't have much food to eat.

He nodded, "I'll go get ready. There are a lot of clothes in the cloakroom. You can choose and wear them yourself."

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian agreed.

After he left, she finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning against the sink, clasping the edge with both hands, looking down at the fluffy shoes on her feet.

I heard that the new year is coming.

This is the first New Year in her memory, and she originally wanted to spend it with that person.

But now...

She looked down at her hands again, then sighed silently.

Let's take a step by step.

Fu Yanye prepared pancakes and millet porridge for breakfast, as well as side dishes he made himself.

Zhuo Jian walked over after washing up, looked at the food on the table, and suddenly felt a little hungry, "Can you still make pancakes?"

"I don't know. Auntie got up early to do this. I'm just responsible for frying it."

He pointed to the pot inside.

"Oh."

It's a good thing he doesn't know how to scare her, otherwise she wouldn't be ashamed to face people, she doesn't even know how to be a woman.

Didn't feel like women had to cook, just, um, just ashamed.

Fu Yanye couldn't help smiling when he saw the sweater and black pants she was wearing, she looked good no matter what she wore.

only……

He looked at the woman with short hair, and unexpectedly, the woman with fluttering long hair appeared in front of him.

Her long hair before was really gentle and gentle.

It's not that he likes to play with her hair, it's just...

I love it.

Even her hair.

Zhuo Jian felt that the atmosphere seemed okay, and he didn't look unhappy, so after thinking about it, he opened his mouth and asked cautiously: "Excuse me, can you give me a computer?"

"..."

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes.

"You don't want to imprison me so that I can't know what's going on outside?"

"Did you have an agreement with Ouyang Ping? If you don't recover your memory after half a year and still feel that you are someone else's wife, I will let you go."

He said.

Zhuo Jian didn't expect him to mention this, and suddenly felt a little tense.

He, will let her go?

"Your original computer is in the study, you can go there after dinner, and if you want, you can also go back to the TV station."

"what?"

She suddenly remembered the person who took her for an appraisal last time. That person should have a result, right?

but……

The person on the other side must have told her to find her. She thought, could they be in collusion?

Zhuo Jian thought, forget it.

"I feel good at home."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye looked up at her, "Huh?"

"I mean, I don't like going out."

She realized that she had said the word home, so she quickly changed her words, and then bowed her head not confidently.

In fact, after waking up, she rarely went out, except to drink coffee there.

Like that, it seems that I am not lonely or different.

Fu Yanye looked at her, "Jian Jian, I'm glad you said this is home, you can find anyone to accompany you, that pregnant woman is your unrelated cousin, simply speaking, her father is your grandmother's adopted son, you are very happy You value this relationship, so you can look for her, and Ouyang Ping who went to the hospital to meet you, she is your childhood friend, and there are a few people you met later, in fact, they also want to see you very much. After a few days, you can get together properly."

"Ah? See so many people? Can I not see you?"

Zhuo Jian panicked after hearing what he said.

She felt a little phobic about herself.