I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye drove directly to find Zhuo Jian after leaving the tennis court.

While Su Bai was in the car watching the two couples at the entrance of the tennis court confronting each other, wondering what to do?

If he wants to fight, he has to prepare his mobile phone.

"Strictly, I'm telling you very seriously now, follow me to the hospital."

"Which hospital are you going to?"

"You have the final say on which hospital to go to, but today we will go to the hospital for a thorough examination. It should be hospitalized and treated."

"..."

Yan Zheng looked at Zhong Mai's serious look, and his mind began to buzz.

Of course he knew that this was a big fuss.

Of course, Zhuo Jian can't be blamed, he was the one who cheated from the beginning.

"What if it can't be cured?"

Yan Zheng asked her.

"If it can't be cured, it won't be cured. I will hold a funeral for you."

"You still love me?"

Yan Zheng asked again, looking straight at her and asking this question.

Zhong Mai's heart trembled when he was asked, but soon he looked into the distance again: "Yeah."

With that sound, Yan Zheng knew that his deception was worth it.

At least, he knew she still loved her.

His wife loved him, and still loves him.

"Then if I die, will my son remarry with you?"

"..."

"Zhong Mai, I need to know everything before I can decide what to do next."

Yan Zheng asked her very seriously.

Zhong Mai was a little annoyed, she didn't know why there was not even a little wind today, and she was going to be suffocated to death.

She stood with her arms around her chest for a while, and then lowered her head: "No, my son will always be named Yan. He is a child of the Yan family, your child."

"Then I said that I believe your private life is not messy, do you believe it?"

"..."

Then Zhong Mai looked at him again.

Does he really believe her?

But what others say is so ugly, he really doesn't care?Don't take it to heart?

Zhong Mai looked away again, dodging his direct gaze, "Trust."

"That's really a death without regret."

Yan Zheng suddenly smiled lowly and said.

Zhong Mai looked at him in fear, his voice trembling unconsciously: "What are you talking about?"

Yan Zheng looked at the tears in her eyes, and said with a smile: "I thought you really didn't want me anymore, wouldn't you? Even if I got terminally ill, you would still be by my side to take care of me? Never leave me?"

"Nonsense, I am your wife."

Zhong Mai immediately admitted.

Nothing matters now than his body.

The patient needs to be in a good mood, she will never get angry with him at this time, until...

Not long after, the video on Su Bai's cell phone kept zooming in. The video of a woman dancing and kicking a man made his stomach tremble with laughter.

-

When Fu Yanye arrived at the entrance of the TV station, he received a video from Su Bai, clicked on it, and smiled unconsciously.

Just by watching the content of this video, Yan Zheng must be telling the truth.

People who don't like to lie, lie suddenly, can't sleep, can't eat, and can't live a normal life.

He looked upstairs in a blink of an eye, and accurately found the floor where his wife was. The woman watched the video and didn't know what expression she had. It must be very interesting.

After the bodyguard drove the car away, he also entered the stage.

Zhuo Jian was exchanging work with a staff member, when they heard the knock on the door, both of them looked towards the door.

The staff immediately stood up from Zhuo Jian's side: "Boss Fu."

Fu Yanye glanced indifferently at the man who was about the same age as Zhuo Jian, and then said lightly, "Yes."

"Then I'll go to work first."

The staff member whispered to Zhuo Jian and left with the documents.

Fu Yanye walked towards her unhurriedly with his hands in his pockets: "Why is he so close to you?"

"what?"

Zhuo Jian was puzzled.

"..."

Fu Yanye stared at her for a while, then bent down and took out a bottle of alcohol disinfectant spray from her drawer, Zhuo Jian ran away instantly: "What are you doing?"

"Do you know that no one is allowed to approach you in the future?"

As Fu Yanye said, he grabbed her wrist and controlled her by his side, and sprayed the spray in his hand on her shoulders twice.

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly and scared, unable to say a word for a long time.

This person is perverted.

woohoo.

Zhuo Jian wanted to shake him off, but her wrists turned red and she didn't move away, and then her eyes began to feel heavy.

Fu Yanye saw it, and immediately let go of her wrist. Zhuo Jian immediately wanted to cry, but he sighed helplessly: "Why are you crying? Why don't you allow me to be jealous?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously.

Jealous?

Get jealous and spray her with alcohol disinfectant?

By the way, she has always had this thing in her drawer. It seems that it was prepared for him before?

Did he take the initiative to prepare for him, or was he forced to prepare?

Zhuo Jian looked at him, all the good things yesterday were like a dream, and now her mind is full of his unhappy morning.

But last night he had sex with her while she was drunk.

This man is really...

necrotic.

"It hurts you, doesn't it?"

Fu Yanye realized that he had just scared her, so he hurried to make amends.

Zhuo Jian didn't look at him anymore, but just hummed with red eyes.

Fu Yanye held her hand and lifted it up, gently blowing on her wrist, "I apologize, I was so angry when I saw that man sticking to you when I opened the door."

he explained.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian looked at him angrily, and asked him stubbornly: "What's sticking to me? It's just pointing out questions to me."

"That's tantamount to sticking to me."

"You are really intolerant to others, so why don't you say that you last night..."

Zhuo Jian looked into his dark eyes, suddenly unable to speak.

"What was last night?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

Zhuo Jian pursed her lips hard, then looked up at him again, seeing that the post-it note on his head was gone, she couldn't help raising her hand curiously to look at his head.

It was bruised and purple there, and it looked like it had been hit hard, so I immediately forgot what happened just now, and asked him softly: "Did I really hit you? Why did I hit you? What did I use to hit you?"

"..."

How could Fu Yanye tell her that because he said he was a thief, she really regarded him as a thief.

Hey!

Speaking of it, he was looking for it himself.

Fu Yanye held her hands behind his waist, and his voice softened immediately: "Are you still angry with me? What happened just now?"

Zhuo Jian was hugged by him, how could she still be angry.

Heartbeats are for him.

"You're overreacting too."

Zhuo Jian still whispered something to him.

"Well, I'll pay attention in the future, but this person is new? No one in the past dared to get so close to you."

"It is said that you have only come here not long ago, but you are angry with him, why did you spray alcohol on me?"

"I apologize."

"Then you throw this away, and I won't put alcohol disinfectant in my office anymore."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye frowned.

"If you can't do it, forget it."

Zhuo Jian lowered her head again and muttered, as if she couldn't embarrass him.

But Fu Yanye's heart tightened when he saw it, and he immediately agreed: "If it can be done, just throw it away."