I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian was surprised by his smile, but he pinched the back of her neck and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

He said: "Mrs. Fu is right, then let's not kiss."

"A kiss on the forehead is also a kiss."

When Zhuo Jian pushed the door to go out, she didn't forget to say a word.

Even if you are nervous, you have to stay calm and rational.

Fu Yanye put one hand behind her seat and the other on the steering wheel, suddenly smiling like a big boy in first love.

It happened that Yang Yi came to work and met him, Zhuo Jian walked over to walk with him, and said hello: "Mr. Yang, good morning."

It took Yang Yi a while before he said, "It's okay."

Everything seems to be back in the past.

When she just came back.

Fu Yanye watched her slender figure getting farther and farther away, and couldn't help thinking, it would be great if he really went back to the past.

He will definitely not let her suffer any more.

He should love her well.

From the very beginning, from the day she confessed.

No, or earlier, from the time when she gave him a gift when he was young and he obviously liked it, he shouldn't pretend not to like it and give her the image that he hates her.

-

At noon that day, Fu Yanye still invited Yan Zheng to have dinner together, mainly to increase his wife's ratings.

Yan Zheng didn't talk much these two days and smoked a lot, even when he was eating.

Seeing his wife's steady performance, Fu Yanye went to talk to him, "What's the matter? Are you afraid that Zhong Mai will find you in the city?"

"It can't be said to be afraid."

Yan Zheng took another drag on his cigarette.

"It's good that you understand it yourself. Anyway, you can hide for a while, and you still have to solve it."

Fu Yanye poured him a cup of tea.

Yan Zheng looked at his strength when pouring tea for himself, couldn't help turning his eyes to look at him, and said: "You seem to be in a good mood these two days, and things are going well with Ah Jian?"

"How can you say it's good?"

Fu Yanye smiled, not satisfied with that rhetoric.

"Whoever says you are a clean freak in the future, I will definitely refute him."

Yan Zheng said, and then took a sip of tea instead of white wine.

Fu Yanye knew what he was talking about, so he fell silent again.

Yan Zheng quickly put his hand on his upper abdomen and pressed it, "It seems that my stomach is not feeling well recently."

Fu Yanye frowned to see where he was, and immediately said seriously, "I'll accompany you to the hospital after dinner."

"It should be gastritis, I haven't eaten well recently."

Seriously thinking about it.

"Let's do an inspection."

Fu Yanye didn't like uncertain things, so he helped him make the decision.

"If my wife is seriously ill, will Zhong Mai not get a divorce?"

"..."

"I really never blamed her, she just had some fun in her boring life, and she may not be really happy."

Strictly speaking.

Fu Yanye was puzzled and asked him: "It's not because you have an affair with your company's subordinates that she divorced you?"

"Well, why do you think so? It's just that we got together. She thought I detested her past, so she immediately wanted to confirm this matter for me after hearing such rumors. You still don't understand me?"

"Humph."

Fu Yanye wanted to laugh.

Fu Yanye wanted to laugh all the time today, Zhuo Jian's charming and resentful little eyes always appeared in front of his eyes.

After lunch, the two of them really went to the hospital. The doctor did a rough examination and thought he should be fine, but just to be on the safe side, he asked Yan Zheng to come back for the examination the next day on an empty stomach.

Yan Zheng held a registration form and stared at it thoughtfully for a long time.

Fu Yanye reminded: "Don't scare yourself."

"Well, I didn't think much about it, but, do you think Zhong Mai will be worried if he knows that I have a stomach problem?"

Yan Zheng looked at Fu Yanye and asked seriously.

Fu Yanye: "..."

Yan Zheng posted a circle of friends, using that registration form.

Zhong Mai was planning to find Zhuo Jian for dinner at night. She is not a person who likes to browse Moments, but when her secretary came into her office to deliver the documents, she mentioned: "Mr. Zhong, is Mr. Yan sick?"

"Ok?"

Her secretary was a handsome guy about her age, and showed her his mobile phone.

Zhong Mai frowned after looking at it, took his phone directly, and clicked on the photo.

Dead man, aren't you going on a business trip?

Is it actually sick?

What kind of sickness do you have to tell her about a business trip?

Zhong Mai called immediately, but it took a long time to pick up the phone. She asked, "Where is it?"

"Huh? I'm on a business trip."

Said solemnly.

"Business trip? Do you think I'm stupid? The registration form in your circle of friends is this afternoon, and it's our city hospital."

"The picture of my secretary P, let me scare you."

Yan Zheng said again.

Zhong Mai: "..."

She hung up the phone angrily, but the more she thought about it, the more her spine shivered.

He is not really sick, is he?

He didn't leave when he was so noisy before, but he suddenly became so peaceful these two days.

Is it because...

The plots in many TV dramas came to her mind at once, and she began to feel uneasy.

-

In the evening, Zhong Mai and Zhang Mingmei invited Zhuo Jian to Fanxing to play, and called Ouyang Ping.

Zhuo Jian only felt safe with Ouyang Ping, but Zhong Mai and Zhang Mingmei obviously didn't treat her as an outsider, so she listened to them patiently.

Zhong Mai asked Xia Nuan in a low voice, "Didn't you come down from upstairs?"

"Oh, yes."

Zhuo Jian nodded immediately.

"Then upstairs just now, did you see Yan Zheng?"

Zhong Mai asked again.

Ouyang Ping and Zhang Mingmei watched and shook their heads, worried that they would not go to see it by themselves.

"I see, there is also President Su, the three of them, and a young one whose name I forgot."

Zhuo Jian said.

"Young? Male or female?"

Zhong Mai asked again.

"Male, it seems, his surname is Zhao?"

Zhuo Jian thought about it carefully, but forgot to call Zhao Han.

Zhong Mai breathed a sigh of relief, and Zhang Mingmei said in a deep voice, "Zhao Lin, Zhao Ran's brother."

Zhuo Jian had already forgotten who Zhao Ran was, and was a little dazed.

Seeing that Zhuo Jian didn't care at all, Ouyang Ping couldn't help sighing: "You are no longer the little girl who was jealous and pretended to be cool."

"what?"

Zhuo Jian looked at her suspiciously.

Ouyang Ping smiled: "Forget it, it's fine for him to take care of you. It's good for him to take care of you. Let me tell you, Mr. Fu."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

She thought of his behavior when he went to pick her up from get off work this afternoon, and in the past two days, as long as she cried, he would basically not embarrass her, so she nodded: "Yes."

"Now you are the happiest woman among us."

Zhong Mai said.

Zhuo Jian smiled, are you happy?

How can you be happy if you don't know your past?

She didn't even know the past between her husband and her. He said how beautiful their childhood was, how cute she was, how passionate their relationship was, and the strong emotion in his eyes, but she didn't remember any of them. , not at all.

She thought of the few in her mind, and she didn't even see his appearance clearly, she just felt that it was him.

But what she remembered was so intense...

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes silently, someone passing by accidentally bumped into her, she touched her wine glass, and went to the bathroom.

Seeing that she was feeling down, Ouyang Ping greeted Zhong Mai and Zhang Mingmei and followed her.

Who knew that she just went to the bathroom, and something happened outside.