I don't deserve your love

At 11:30, Fu Yanye was lying on the bed in his pajamas, holding his wife's pillow and mobile phone in his arms.

"Not enough?"

There was a new message on Zhuo Jian's WeChat. She opened it and looked at it, then smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Oh, it's almost twelve o'clock. Could it be that my brother-in-law can't wait?"

Shen Moli held her arm and let go of it.

"is a bit."

Zhuo Jian responded.

"I didn't expect you two to be so sticky after such a long time. Sister, to be honest, I'm a bit regretful that I didn't see the grand scene where my brother-in-law proposed to you. I would have come back if I knew that."

Shen Moli spoke.

I was going to say goodbye, but as I was talking, it was 12:30 in the morning.

When Zhuo Jian returned to the room, Boss Fu was obviously upset.

"Hmph, are you willing to come back?"

Fu Yanye hugged the pillow sullenly and asked her.

Zhuo Jian smiled guiltily, "Miss Shen is sleeping in our living room, I'll get her a quilt."

"and many more."

Fu Yanye was startled at first, but then immediately called her to stop.

Zhuo Jian looked back at him suspiciously, "What's wrong?"

"Go wash up, I'll find someone to help her get the quilt."

"No, everyone is asleep, and I'm relatively close."

"You go wash up."

Fu Yanye ordered with a cold face.

Zhuo Jian suddenly didn't dare to resist, so she had to take a bath.

Fu Yanye called to find someone to deliver a quilt to Shen Moli, and then looked at the bathroom in distraught, but...

Ah!

He put her pillow back, and then looked in Zhuo Jian's direction again.

Not long after, Zhuo Jian came out from inside, and got into his bed shyly.

Well, she is used to two people sharing a bed and a quilt.

Seeing her back to him, Fu Yanye frowned: "Throw away the bath towel."

"Then help me get my pajamas, and I want to tell you something else."

"what's up?"

Fu Yanye's biggest worry now is that she is afraid that she will accompany that Shen Moli.

"Your wife, she's on her period."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, with a pair of beautiful eyelashes fluttering, and her eyes were so gentle and agile, it was hard to get angry when she made a soft voice.

Fu Yanye felt that there must be blood in his heart.

He was about to think of something good when he was interrupted by her aunt.

So this night, Boss Fu was really unhappy.

He came back late enough, it was almost ten o'clock, and based on the principle of being a generous and good husband, he thought that it was already so late, and it would be fine to let it go for another half an hour. Unexpectedly, they could talk until midnight.

It's fine to talk until midnight, I originally thought that I could develop further with my wife, but in the end...

That's it?

After an unknown amount of time, she was already in her pajamas, and Fu Yanye was still facing her.

"Fu Yanye, I seem to have a stomachache."

After turning off the lights in the room, Zhuo Jian gently tugged at his pajamas behind his back.

Fu Yanye heard that she had a stomachache and couldn't fall asleep at first, so he turned around immediately: "You won't lie to me?"

"It's so cold."

She groaned softly.

Fu Yanye immediately faced her and stretched out his hand on her lower abdomen, which was indeed cool.

"Shall I help you make a glass of brown sugar water?"

"Let Auntie rush."

Zhuo Jian said softly.

It's too late, I don't want to work hard on him.

"This one doesn't need auntie."

Fu Yanye lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

When she came back, as soon as she entered the room, she smelled a strong smell of ginger syrup.

"Drink slowly, be careful not to burn it."

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian drank the ginger syrup in her stomach, which warmed her heart.

She didn't know why, but she felt that he was so careful.

It said it was a cup of brown sugar water, but it was boiled with ginger, but there was no ginger powder in the cup, that is to say, he fished it out.

Later when she lay down, Fu Yanye no longer turned his back to her.

"Pillow here."

Fu Yanye ordered in a low voice.

Zhuo Jian glanced at his shoulder, then turned around immediately, and asked him softly, "Are you tired, my head is heavy."

"Hmph, you really think highly of yourself."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was too frightened to say anything else, for fear that he would think she looked down on him.

Fu Yanye didn't know why she seemed to be wronged again, and sighed helplessly: "It's not that you are bad, it's just that your man is not that fragile."

"..."

Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief.

It was so.

"Closer."

He murmured again.

Zhuo Jianjian burrowed into his arms again.

"Tummy close."

"what?"

"What? I really can't do anything right now."

"..."

Zhuo Jian blushed and approached him, but within half a minute, she immediately bounced away and turned around.

Fu Yanye pulled his throat with difficulty, he can't be blamed for it, it was pure abstinence for too long.

He still stuck it close, and put his hand on her lower abdomen, "Don't be afraid, I just warm you up, it will be comfortable."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to speak, and even had to be careful about breathing.

Until he was really just rubbing her belly with his hands, and it gradually became hotter and hotter, and she really...

Anyway, it was already past nine o'clock the next day when I woke up again.

Fu Yanye was no longer on the bed, but there was a warm baby on her belly.

Well, how should I say it?

That is, very warm.

That feeling of being cared for.

Shen Moli had already left, so she sent her a wechat message: "Sister Jian, I was disturbed last night, I slept well, let me say goodbye first, little Jasmine who loves you."

Zhuo Jian looked at the message and smiled, then pushed out the chat box and clicked on another one inadvertently.

It was her and Fu Yanye.

The article Fu Yanye posted last night was read many times by her, and then she lay down on the bed and giggled when she saw it.

He must have been anxious last night.

"Young Madam, are you awake?"

"get up."

Hearing the familiar aunt's voice, she turned her head and saw her aunt coming in with something, and immediately got up.

"Be careful, the young master said that you have a stomachache during your period. When you left, you asked the kitchen to cook warm porridge for you, and said to bring it to you at ten o'clock. I didn't expect the young lady to wake up at this time."

"I woke up early."

Zhuo Jian said.

Smelling the aroma of porridge, I feel inexplicably at ease, and also, squeamish.

Auntie saw that she still looked so gentle when she was eating porridge, and she wanted to laugh, but tears were already in her eyes.

Zhuo Jian felt that something was wrong, so she raised her eyes, saw her aunt wiping her tears, and asked in confusion, "Auntie, why are you crying?"

"I am very happy. We are all happy that the young lady can come back."

Auntie wiped her tears and talked and laughed.

Zhuo Jian was moved when she heard that, "Are you all worried that it's broken? I won't lose it again. Auntie, don't cry. I'll be at home every day from now on."

"Hey, of course it's good to be at home every day. In fact, we are not the most worried about us. The master and wife, the old man and the old lady are all more worried than us, but the one who worries most is the young master. You don't even know the young master you just couldn't find for a while. What kind of life are you living, I have never seen the young master live like that before, it is like a thread, tightly stretched, accidentally..."