I don't deserve your love

"can."

Fu Yanye agreed to her.

But he went out to work very early, and she went into the study he said, which was also her dedicated studio.

Enter the password of the computer according to what Fu Yanye said, and it opened.

He gave his wife his computer for her to use?

It's really unreserved.

The computer screen saver is a picture of her with the kids, but it looks perfect.

She thought that the photo should be taken by a professional photographer. Whether it is the light or the angle of the person, she found it very well.

What she didn't know was that it was taken by Fu Yanye himself.

She found a file on the computer screen, which was a manuscript.

His wife, actually also writes?

Zhuo Jian thought about it, and opened a blank document, and after seeing that it showed that she needed to log in, she logged in as he said.

Their husband and wife relationship is pretty good, he seems to know all her passwords.

No wonder she was allowed to stay here.

Hey.

She is a substitute.

Soon, she heard the door knock and looked up towards the door.

"lady."

"you……"

How could a stranger suddenly break in and call her madam?

Chang Xia and Yuan Man officially met again.

One morning, they were all talking about their wives, and Zhuo Jian listened so seriously that she almost fell asleep.

"Ma'am, do you really not remember at all?"

Chang Xia was a little disappointed, and asked her listlessly.

She talked all morning, but she had no memory at all, and her voice was hoarse.

Zhuo Jian was also listless lying on the desk: "You look at me like this, do you seem to have a memory?"

"correct."

Yuan Man suddenly stood up from the sofa next to him.

Chang Xia and Zhuo Jian looked at her.

Yuan Man immediately said: "Chang Xia, isn't there evidence of your wife's injury on your phone?"

"what?"

"As long as it can be proved that the scar on Madam's body is in the same position as the injury from that year, can it prove that Madam is Madam?"

Yuan Man said again.

Chang Xia immediately stood up energetically: "That's right."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Chang Xia quickly found an old mobile phone, and the three of them sat around a mobile phone at the desk. Chang Xia said, "It's been a while since I haven't used it, so it's out of battery. Wait a minute."

That scene was suddenly a little strange.

However, Zhuo Jian saw that the two of them were so serious, and suddenly remembered that they said she was injured, so she asked before turning on the phone: "Why is she injured? It's still so heavy?"

"It's all the fault of that woman, but that woman should be dead."

Chang Xia said.

Seeing that Zhuo Jian probably didn't understand, Yuan Man said, "There was a woman who wanted to rob the boss before, so she tried all kinds of tricks to tie up our young master Chengcheng. When you went to rescue her, she asked someone to pick her up." Broken muscle."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't know what kind of picture it was, and couldn't imagine it, but guessing should be quite heavy.

"opened."

Chang Xia finally waited for the machine to turn on, and suddenly became refreshed.

Zhuo Jian and Yuan Man also stared at her mobile phone.

"Some photos were collected from the Internet later. Lawyer Ouyang said that if there is a lawsuit or something, it will be used."

"A lawsuit?"

Zhuo Jian asked curiously.

"Well, At that time, lawyer Ouyang felt that such a big incident might require a lawsuit, but then she escaped."

Chang Xia said.

Zhuo Jian didn't understand what she heard, but she still stared at her mobile phone seriously. She opened the photo album, and there were many photos in it that were not of herself, but of several children and Zhuo Jian.

That's an album that requires a password.

"I didn't have time to take pictures when you were injured. This was later in the hospital."

Chang Xia said, and then showed her the photo.

Zhuo Jian only glanced at it, then scrolled down silently.

After the gauze was removed, it was certain that the injured area was the same as the area where she occasionally hurts now.

but……

Zhuo Jian continued to turn the pages.

Yuan Man quietly observed Zhuo Jian's expression, and felt that there was great hope for her to think that she was herself.

Chang Xia patiently told her about those photos, "At that time, you were pregnant with two young masters, Chengqing and Chengli. I took pictures and planned to show them to Yuan Man, but I didn't dare, so I kept them all the time."

"Ah."

She casually agreed, and continued to look through the photos.

She has cut her hair short.

But not as short as it is now.

Zhuo Jian flipped through the pages and finally stopped.

"This one is, the boss went to cut your hair short with you."

Chang Xia saw her stop on a photo of her and Fu Yanye, Fu Yanye had her hair cut to match her short hair.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak any more, and slowly returned the phone to Chang Xia.

Chang Xia looked at her: "Ma'am, don't you still believe me?"

Zhuo Jian didn't speak any more, just pinched her fingers and fell into deep thought.

Yuan Man calmed down and said to her, "Ma'am, don't feel pressured. After all, you are at home now. You are safe and no one will harm you."

Zhuo Jian remained silent.

Later, the two of them left, and Zhuo Jian huddled in the chair by herself.

I failed to code, but opened the previous document, and then fell into deep thought.

It turns out that her current writing style is so similar to the writing style in the computer.

Before Fu Yanye went home, Yuan Man and Chang Xia told him about showing Zhuo Jian the photos, but he didn't see her on the first floor when he went back, so he went upstairs.

The door of the study was slowly opened.

She huddled in the chair and hugged her knees, she didn't know what she was thinking, but she was distracted anyway.

He even had hope in his heart, and even more in his eyes. He walked over slowly, hugged her shoulders beside her and squeezed, "How long has it been like this?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him slowly, like a wounded and trapped bird.

She looked at Wen Dang on the computer again, and said hoarsely: "She used to write articles."

"She can write a lot, she is also a mysterious and well-known publicist, an excellent host, reporter, including behind-the-scenes."

"..."

Zhuo Jian fell into silence again.

That person asked her to write something, is it because of this?

Because that's what she used to do?

No, no.

That man was so kind to her.

How could it be her, the enemy?

Fu Yanye squatted beside her and asked her, "Did you write anything today?"

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, she acquiesced.

"I'll carry you downstairs, okay? I'm going to prepare dinner, and you watch the show for a while?"

Fu Yanye discussed with her again.

Zhuo Jian looked at him and nodded.

Fu Yanye smiled gratifiedly, got up and picked her up from the seat, and carried her outside.

It was always easy for him to hug her.

Zhuo Jian huddled in his arms, looking at his sharp outline and heroic facial features.

Will he be her husband?

Could it really be her husband?

She didn't dare to think about how she spent so many years with such a person and had four children.

How could she have that ability?

Doctors said she was not blessed to be a mother.

She lowered her head unconfidently and stopped looking at him.

Fu Yanye put her on the large sofa in the living room, knelt in front of her on one knee, and held her hand: "Take your time, don't keep thinking about it."

"You know what I'm thinking?"

Zhuo Jian finally spoke again and asked him softly.