I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian couldn't help humming after being bitten by him. How could Fu Yanye bear her like this, and he couldn't help calling her in a hoarse voice: "Jian Jian, don't make a sound."

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The next afternoon, tennis courts.

Fu Yanye hit two with one.

Su Bai asked someone to set up a tea table beside him, drank tea by himself, and then took some photos.

When Feng Ying and Yan Zheng surrendered, Su Bai was sending Zhuo Jian a wechat message. On the top was a photo of Fu Yanye hitting two, and on the bottom was, "Sister Jian, your husband is really a bully, isn't he?"

"How much grievance did you suffer at home to vent out like this outside? Feng Ying and brother Zheng are going to be maimed by him."

After Su Bai finished sending, he saw them coming, and immediately put the phone back in his pocket.

Feng Ying put the racket aside, poured himself a cup of tea, and sighed, "What's going on?"

Su Bai stared at Yan Zheng and smiled, Yan Zheng had a downcast face: "I'm not happy to be called a good brother."

Fu Yanye picked up his coat, took out his cell phone and looked at it. There was no phone number or message from Zhuo Jian, a little frustrated, sighed, and dialed Zhuo Jian directly.

Zhuo Jian was drinking coffee with Shen Moli in the coffee shop next to the TV station. When she saw his number, she was so scared that she immediately closed WeChat and answered it: "Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

"Oh, coffee with Molly."

"Is the coffee good?"

"Well, the latte I drank was pretty good."

Zhuo Jian felt that his voice was full of unhappiness, so he would speak more gently.

"Hmph, then go ahead and drink."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone, but he still had no intention of sitting down. He glanced at the teacups they were using and said, "Ah Jian told me to pick her up from get off work, let's go first."

"Who is calling whom?"

Feng Ying questioned.

Su Bai stared at his back: "Our Brother Ye is like this, whatever he says is what he says."

Yan Zheng smiled after hearing this, because it was indeed true.

Su Bai quietly sent another WeChat message to Zhuo Jian: "I'm going to catch you."

When Zhuo Jian saw those words, her heart was pounding immediately.

Shen Moli came back after going to the bathroom, saw that she was so nervous, she glanced at her quietly, and asked when she sat down, "Who is going to catch you?"

"Ah, it seems to be Fu Yanye."

Zhuo Jian even forgot that Shen Moli had just gone to the bathroom.

"Brother-in-law is here to catch you, why are you so nervous?"

"You don't know, he's been in a bad mood recently."

"In a bad mood? When a man is in a bad mood, there are usually two things."

Shen Moli thought for a while and said.

"Which two?"

Zhuo Jian immediately asked.

"One thing is that you have no money, and the other thing is that you are a woman. Money is not a problem for you and your brother-in-law, but the problem is, Sister Jane, after you come back, you will not have sex with your brother-in-law all the time, right? "

Shen Moli was puzzled.

It stands to reason that it wouldn't be too difficult to guard such a handsome man.

"I'm just, kind of insecure."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and whispered.

Shen Moli heard her say that she felt insecure, and asked her: "Is it because you don't have any memory of the past?"

"In my heart, I'm always a little flustered."

Zhuo Jian agreed.

"Does it still feel unreal?"

Shen Moli asked again.

Zhuo Jian looked at her, "How do you know?"

"Watching TV, hee hee, sister, to be honest, don't think about anything, just do it."

Shen Moli said.

After four o'clock in the afternoon, Fu Yanye arrived at the TV station.

Zhuo Jian had just returned from the meeting and saw him sitting inside with such a lazy and domineering posture, Shen Moli's words suddenly appeared in her mind, just do it.

She stood nervously at the door, hesitating for two seconds.

Fu Yanye stared at her, "What are you thinking? Come here soon?"

"How did you come?"

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to walk over and ask him bitterly.

"Pick you up from get off work."

Fu Yanye looked at her and said that as soon as she walked beside him, before he could sit down, he reached out and held her arm, pulled her small waist, pressed her on his lap and sat down.

Nearby was her own fragrance, and Fu Yanye felt a little better, "Why are you so nervous?"

"No."

But I made someone uncomfortable last night, so I'm a little sorry.

"Are you going to play tennis?"

Zhuo Jian felt numb from his stare, so she had to change the subject.

"Well, I won, there is no suspense."

"I heard you are very good at tennis."

Zhuo Jian carefully flattered her.

"Your man is not just good at tennis."

Fu Yanye played with her hand, then moved his gaze from her hand to her face.

Zhuo Jian's face turned red all of a sudden, but in fact, there was only one thing on her mind at this moment.

Just do it.

"Fu Yanye whispered in her ear: "Why is your face so red?Have a fever? "

His voice was a little hoarse, and when he raised his hand to touch her cheek again, Zhuo Jian was even more flustered, and he was about to suffocate himself to death.

"Why is it so strange? Is there anything you can't tell your husband?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

"It's okay, I just think it's not good to be like this in the office."

As soon as she finished speaking weakly, there was a knock on the door from outside.

"Who?"

She jumped up in fright.

Fu Yanye didn't even have time to react, and saw her nervously grabbing the hem of her clothes, and looking at the door with distracted eyes.

"I."

Yang Yi opened the door, and immediately saw Fu Yanye inside, and Zhuo Jian was standing beside him, like that...

"Not looking for you."

Yang Yi immediately closed the door with an excuse.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

How can Teacher Yang still play like this?

Isn't it time to rescue her from the fire?

Fu Yanye looked at the door, and pulled her back again. This time, she was hugged by him properly from his lap, and fell directly on the sofa.

There was a moment of graying in front of her eyes, and when she regained consciousness, Fu Yanye had already pressed her down, and said in a low voice, "You want to run away again?"

"No, no."

Zhuo Jian pinched her two nervous fingers tightly in his arms.

Fu Yanye lowered his head, and quickly ordered: "Look at me."

Zhuo Jian could only look at him, and asked a little guiltyly, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Why are you so nervous seeing me? Did I scare you again?"

"..."

Although, but, she thought about it, and immediately faced him bravely, smiled, and tried to smile, "It's not that, you are not a devil, why do you always scare me?"

"Oh? The place next to me, why did you dance so hard?"

"..."

Fu Yanye lowered his head to her heart, then looked straight at her again.

Zhuo Jian's heart is indeed beating like thunder, but which woman can be calm when she is suddenly crushed by a handsome man who is also her husband and who has always been so hormonal?

Even if she hadn't lost her memory, she didn't believe that woman could face the situation calmly.

"Jane, they all say that I've been unhappy recently."

"what?"

Zhuo Jian really didn't understand this sentence.

How could Boss Fu be unhappy?

There are sons and daughters, old and young, and the key is that they are so rich.

Fu Yanye saw her innocent eyes and knew that she didn't understand, so he sighed helplessly, "They said I was unhappy in bed."

"This is the office."