I don't deserve your love

"I still love you very much."

That's what he said.

And the eyes are full of affection.

Zhuo Jian only felt a thump in her heart.

It's like the moment when fireworks bloom without warning.

Fu Yanye continued: "No matter what you went through in those few months, no matter whether you still love me or not, I still love you very much."

"what."

Zhuo Jian lowered her head, feeling a little ashamed.

It suddenly occurred to her that he had another advantage.

He's really articulate, he's really good at confessing.

It's obviously just words like loving you, but when he says it, it can make people blush and heartbeat.

Anyway, she felt that if she didn't have a good heart, she should have entered the ICU, right?

When he said that, he was special, man.

Fu Yanye clasped the back of her neck, then leaned forward and kissed her lightly.

He had drunk, and the tip of his tongue with a faint taste of wine collided with hers.

At that moment, Zhuo Jian's mind froze, and then he fell into a ball of false cotton.

She no longer knew where she was, but felt that the kiss gradually became very sweet, so sweet that people wanted to experience it more.

The hand she clenched tightly, slowly and lightly rested on his chest, and slowly let go.

She felt his heartbeat so strong again that she was so nervous that she was afraid that she would not be able to catch his heartbeat, so she hooked his shoulder upwards.

"Boss, home..."

When the car stopped in Shengyuan, Zhuo Jian was still on Fu Yanye's body.

She woke up with a start, turned her face away in embarrassment, didn't dare to look at anything, her breathing was suppressed.

What was she doing just now?

Fu Yanye looked in front of him unhappily: "You go first."

"Yes."

Wang Rui really didn't pay attention just now, so naturally the boss told him to leave first, so he hurried to leave.

In the car, Fu Yanye was still pressing her on top of him, and asked her: "Just now you..."

"I did not do anything."

Zhuo Jian lowered her head in shame, but refused to admit that she had kissed him on her own initiative.

Seeing her like that, Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing, feeling inexplicable and indescribable.

Even if you don't do that, it doesn't seem to matter.

His wife took the initiative to care about him and even kissed him.

They will get better and better, and one day she will fall in love with him like she once did, and take the initiative to treat him well.

Fu Yanye looked at her, knowing that that day would come soon.

"go home?"

he asked her softly.

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him, buried her head very low, and nodded.

Fu Yanye cupped her face: "Fool, why are you shy with your husband?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, you are like a new person to me now.

"What you did before was much hotter than now."

Fu Yanye looked at her, his eyes became more and more enthusiastic?

"Why is it so hot?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him eagerly and asked him curiously.

Fu Yanye stopped talking, just hugged her and smiled.

Some things are said to her now, she may cry in fright.

Fu Yanye thought, let's save it for later.

Fu Yanye got out of the car, and carried Zhuo Jian out of the car.

Zhuo Jian put her arms around his neck and said in a low voice, "I can walk by myself."

"I want to hug," he said.

Zhuo Jian's pair of slender legs clung to his strong narrow waist. At that moment, she lay on his shoulders and dared not move any more.

I want to hug?

These three words are inexplicably sweet.

Zhuo Jian felt that this was sweet, as if it was so sweet to her heart.

She is a little uncomfortable, but also a little bit, do you like it?

She hugged his neck tighter again, always feeling a little unreal, as if her mind was filled with a ball of sweet cotton candy.

But when the cotton candy is always finished, she is a little afraid that she will taste that taste again, so she can't help but hug him tightly.

The two entered the elevator, and Fu Yanye wanted to see her, but she hugged him until he was out of breath, and refused to let him see.

Fu Yanye couldn't help but murmured: "Honey, do you want to murder your husband?"

Zhuo Jian let go of him in an instant, and then turned to look at him.

Only then did Fu Yanye realize that her face was so red that it was about to bleed.

she is...

"What did you just say?"

Zhuo Jian asked him softly.

Fu Yanye: "Murder your husband?"

Zhuo Jian's big eyes just looked straight at him.

Fu Yanye asked again: "Baby?"

Immediately, Zhuo Jian didn't dare to look at him again, and then silently leaned on his shoulder, whispering: "Don't bark, Cheng Tian is the treasure."

"..."

Fu Yanye tried hard to make himself serious, but he really couldn't.

Mrs. Fu is a bit...

Well, cuter than his baby girl.

Before going to bed, Zhuo Jian asked in a low voice in his arms: "Fu Yanye?"

"Ok?"

"Aren't you happy now?"

Her voice was so soft that it hurt his heart.

Did he go too far last night and make her worry?

Fu Yanye looked down at her, Zhuo Jian didn't dare to let him see her appearance at this time, so she hid her face in his arms to prevent him from seeing her.

"Worried about me?"

Fu Yanye murmured.

"Ah."

She didn't know why she responded to him so easily.

Shouldn't she be more reserved and say no?

I don't even remember the past, so how can I care about others so easily?

But she did worry all day today, wondering if he was happy.

From the morning to the end of the night, I called him, and then met him quietly at the hotel.

The moment he quietly grabbed her in the corridor, she knew that she was going to worry about him to death.

That uncontrollable, uncontrollable concern...

Zhuo Jian buried herself in his arms, quietly listening to his heartbeat, everything was out of control, but willingly.

-

The next morning, the weather was fine.

Zhuo Jian stood at the window in her pajamas and looked out at the beach, silently thinking about the dream she had.

In the dream, she was on an island, quietly waiting for a ship.

The ship seemed to have arrived, but behind a thick fog, only a corner appeared.

After she washed and went downstairs, Fu Yanye had already prepared breakfast. Seeing her coming down, Fu Yanye asked, "Did you sleep well last night?"

Thinking of last night, Zhuo Jian's face became hot, but then she walked over generously, "Well, what are you having for breakfast this morning?"

Fu Yanye was fiddling with the plate, she looked at it herself, and then couldn't help asking him: "Isn't this really the meal you ordered from the hotel?"

After hearing this, Fu Yanye looked up at her, and asked her with a smile: "You have no confidence in your husband? I learned to cook from a very early age, for my future wife."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.

For future wife?

He can cook at a young age?

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and couldn't help but want to look up to him, no, he was already very tall, very tall.

Fu Yanye didn't feel embarrassed when he found out that he was being looked at, so he just looked at her directly.

Life is full of seas, mountains and rivers, but nothing else.