I don't deserve your love

"Where?"

It was Fu Yanye's call.

"I'm shopping with Jian Qian, what's the matter?"

"There is a dinner party in the evening and I can't accompany you for dinner. Do you go back to the old house or go back to Shengyuan by yourself?"

"Then, shall I go back to Shengyuan?"

Zhuo Jian asked him hesitantly.

"Well, go back early."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Zhuo Jian thought I hadn't said goodbye yet, but he had already hung up, so she put away the phone, and then asked, "Why is he keeping it?"

"Hmm... hum, brother-in-law is afraid that you will run away."

Jian Qian suddenly felt that Fu Yanye really regarded Zhuo Jian very strictly, not because he was strict about eating, drinking and having fun, but because he was afraid that Zhuo Jian's two legs would run too far.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia followed behind. Hearing the two of them chatting a little nervously, Yuan Man whispered to Jian Qian, "Miss Jian, why don't you talk to our wife about something else?"

Jian Qian wondered: "Is this not a bad thing?"

Yuan Man cautiously reminded: "But this will create panic for our wife."

Seeing Yuan Man's serious expression, Jian Qian thought about it again, changed the subject, gave Zhuo Jian a wallet, and continued shopping with her while saying, "Sister, that underwear shop is very good, let's go and have a look."

Zhuo Jian went in to look at a few pieces, and then said: "I think there are many at home."

"A lot of what?"

Jian Qian asked her.

"underwear."

Zhuo Jian returned.

The women went to the lingerie store, but Wang Rui consciously stopped outside.

"Young lady, what color do you like now?"

Chang Xia suddenly asked her.

Chang Xia also likes to visit underwear stores.

Zhuo Jian glanced at the colors inside, "Is the black and purple one okay?"

But the material is not comparable to the one at home.

She remembered that all the clothes on her body were made of top-quality materials. As soon as she got started, she felt that the clothes here were not good enough, even though they were also very high-end brands.

"You just pick and buy some, you don't have to wear them."

Jian Qian said.

Zhuo Jian listened, she chose a few pieces incompetently, and then saw that Chang Xia and Yuan Man were also looking at them, and said, "If you don't mind, choose a few more and I'll pay for them together."

"Thank you ma'am."

The two were happy, so they chose casually.

Wang Rui watched his wife choose underwear from inside, exhaled slowly, and looked away.

Before dark, she returned to Shengyuan.

Chang Xia and Yuan Man went home, so she went upstairs by herself.

"Are you... twenty...?"

When the door was pushed open, she looked into the dark and empty house, and suddenly such a hesitant sentence sounded in her mind.

That voice was somewhat familiar, yet somewhat...

is it him?

Zhuo Jian walked in slowly, everything here seemed familiar, but upon closer inspection, it was strange again.

She put all the things she bought on the coffee table, slowly sat on the sofa, looked at the surrounding layout, and then inadvertently looked at the drawer under the coffee table.

She opened it reflexively, and it should be neutral inside.

But before her eyes, that scene suddenly appeared.

Her temples were throbbing again. She lowered her head, raised her hand and pressed it hard, and then she felt dizzy.

It was completely dark.

She received a call from abroad. The person said she was Fu Yanqing, Fu Yanye's sister, and chatted with her for a while.

Zhuo Jian had a terrible headache, and when she finally said enough and hung up the phone, she went to the kitchen.

When pouring water, I subconsciously raised my hand to open the cabinet above.

She was even more puzzled when she looked up and saw that there was indeed a cup on it.

Not long after, an aunt came to help her prepare dinner, Zhuo Jian stepped aside, but couldn't help asking: "Did Mr. Fu ask you to come?"

"Young Madam, why are you speaking so politely now? What Mr. Fu? You used to call Young Master Fu Yanye directly."

"..."

"Sometimes when I get angry, I call the young master just like us."

"..."

The more the aunt talked about their previous affairs, the happier she was, and she also said to her: "But the relationship between you young couple got better later, and my husband often yelled."

Zhuo Jian blushed and felt hot when she heard that, she smiled awkwardly and backed out.

It was past ten o'clock when Fu Yanye came back.

She was standing alone at the window looking at the sea.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, she turned and looked towards the door.

Now, she only saw a vague figure, but she just knew that he was back.

"Crack" sound.

The sound of closing the door is actually not loud, but in this silent space, does it seem so tragic?

Zhuo Jian looked at the person walking towards her for a long time until she could see his tall body clearly.

He walked to the sofa, the phone rang, and he stopped to answer the phone, but looked at her with gentle eyes.

There was another buzz in Zhuo Jian's mind.

Something is about to be remembered, but as long as I think about it, I feel a splitting headache.

"No, I just got home."

As Fu Yanye said, he took off his coat and put it lightly on the side. He still glanced at the person standing by the window, and motioned for her to come over and sit down, while sitting on the sofa by himself.

I don't know what was said there, he smiled lightly: "Let's do this first, and there will be a chance next time."

He hung up the phone, then looked up at her, "Come here."

Zhuo Jian heard this sound as if calling her, came back to her senses, walked to him and sat down.

"Is the entertainment over?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

"Ah."

She sat too far away, Fu Yanye didn't want to say any more, so he sat directly beside her, holding her hand, looked at the box on the table, and looked at the brand, it was a well-known underwear brand.

Fu Yanye looked at her in the blink of an eye, chuckled and murmured: "I bought new underwear, would you like to wear it for me?"

"Jian Qian said that they want to buy together, I can't refuse."

Zhuo Jian explained softly that she didn't want to show it to him.

Underwear ah that is.

Fu Yanye stared at her twice, and found that she was not looking well, so he raised his hand to touch her forehead.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously wanted to back away, but Fu Yanye held the back of her head firmly. Feeling that her forehead was a little cold, he also touched his own, "I don't have a fever, why is my face so ugly, is there any discomfort?"

"I had a sudden headache when I came back, but it's much better now."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye frowned when she heard her say that she had a headache, and immediately picked up the phone again, "Let's go to the hospital."

"Oh, it's so late, don't go."

Zhuo Jian thought that he would probably call the doctor, but at this time, she didn't want to go to the hospital.

She held his hand, and Fu Yanye was startled, looking at her hand covering his for a long time.

It had been a long time since she took the initiative to hold his hand.

He turned slightly to one side, and easily held her fingers in his palm, "Then let's go there tomorrow, huh?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian nodded.

Suddenly, he felt that his eyes seemed to be full of concern for her.

"Then what do we do now?"

Fu Yanye squeezed her hand and played with it, but his eyes stared straight at her.

Zhuo Jian blushed, "It seems like it's time to go to bed?"

Fu Yanye's deep and bewitching voice said, "Bring on the newly bought pajamas."