I don't deserve your love

"You still need to question this little favor between friends? Then my phone is broken now, and I can't give it to you. What can I do?"

Liang Yu asked her back.

"I don't make it difficult for you, but Liang Yu, remember to give it to me as soon as possible, otherwise I can only ask the finance department to give me [-] yuan from your salary."

"what ever."

After Liang Yu finished speaking, she glanced at the man who was already walking towards the inside, as if someone was holding a knife and turning her heart fiercely.

She didn't expect him to be so cruel. Does he really care about Shen Moli?

She left, and Shen Moli felt uncomfortable. Seeing Chen Xiang on the sofa, she immediately walked over, picked up the pillow and threw it at him: "Go and change the door for me now, don't come back if you can't change it."

"Now? She just left, what if she blocks me downstairs?"

Chen Xiang was silent for a while, but then immediately asked her again.

After hearing this, Shen Moli felt like being held by someone, and even more unhappy, she immediately slammed him several times: "Bastard, bastard."

Chen Xiang just leaned against her tightly, just seeing her so unhappy, he suddenly got up after being beaten: "Are you done venting?"

"No."

"Then how about I find a way to help you vent again?"

"what?"

Chen Xiang stood up suddenly and walked towards her. Before she could realize that she had been held under his arm, she was walking towards the master bedroom.

"What does Chen want you to do?"

"boom."

The door was closed, and all the voices outside became muffled, but...

-

The next morning, Zhuo Jian received Shen Moli's WeChat message, "Sister, that man raped me."

"Ok?"

"But I forced him again."

"..."

"It's even, but I won't just let it go. From today on, he'd better run away when he sees me, otherwise I'll beat him all over the place."

"You."

After hearing what she said, Zhuo Jian couldn't help but smiled and replied her two words.

In the living room on the second floor, a balance car drove in: "Good morning Mommy, good morning Father."

When Zhuo Jian heard that sound, she couldn't help turning her head to look at her precious son, and then looked up at the top of her head.

"When were you here?"

"Just when you were looking at WeChat."

She didn't go out today, and she didn't wear contact lenses. A pair of frameless glasses hung on the bridge of her nose, making her eyes appear smaller.

But Fu Yanye was fascinated by her look, bent over, the sun came in from the far window, he supported her head, and whispered: "You know the word strong, sometimes between husband and wife, it's not really strong. Bar?"

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Don't worry about her too much, she won't let herself be wronged."

"Oh, then who will let himself be wronged?"

Zhuo simply looked at him and asked.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just pinched her glasses to help her take them away, then looked at her with tender eyes, and then kissed her on the lips.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Well, I can't see anything clearly.

Fu Yanye gave up with a kiss: "Go to the hospital together?"

"Ah."

Going to see grandpa.

Grandpa will stay for a week before he can go home.

"Give me back my glasses, I'm blind."

Zhuo Jian spoke to him awkwardly but politely.

Fu Yanye's heart twitched, and he immediately returned the glasses to her.

After Zhuo Jian put on her glasses, everything in front of her eyes finally became clear, including the man in front of her.

Fu Yanye looked a little heavy, and she asked him suspiciously: "What's the matter? It's so serious all of a sudden."

"fine."

Fu Yanye whispered, then reached out to her.

Zhuo Jian consciously put her hand in his, and was pulled up by him, and then they hugged across the sofa.

Fu Yanye looked at her: "Has myopia worsened recently?"

"No."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye touched her hair again, and then couldn't help but press the back of her head so that she was against his forehead.

Zhuo Jian felt that the atmosphere was suddenly a little strange, and he seemed a little unhappy.

Cheng Bao and his two younger brothers passed behind them, as if they hadn't seen them.

Only Cheng Tian stood in the distance and turned around, stared at her for a long time, then smiled innocently, then turned around and ran to find her brothers.

Later, they went to the hospital together, and an ambulance stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

The medical staff rushed out from inside, and Fu Yanye quickly pulled Zhuo Jian back.

The two watched a bloody man come out of the ambulance, a bloody image flashed in Zhuo Jian's mind for no reason, and then he couldn't help but hold on to Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye withdrew his gaze, looked down at the pale woman in his arms, and immediately stroked her hair: "Don't be afraid."

Zhuo Jian didn't know why, her heart was thumping violently, as if something was trying to pull out, and she couldn't hold it down.

She held Fu Yanye a little tight.

And Fu Yanye looked down at her pale face, and regretted bringing her here.

The last time I came here, I encountered this situation.

After watching the old man, the two went to see their doctor in charge. The doctor asked her, "Apart from some very broken fragments, have you thought of anything else recently?"

"No."

Zhuo Jian shook his head.

"How long is the longest segment?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought about it for a few seconds.

At this moment, she suddenly felt inferior. She felt that she was too useless.

It has been so long, but there are very few things that I can think of.

"Don't be too nervous, take it easy, or it will only make your headache worse."

Seeing that she looked a little disappointed, the doctor reminded her.

"Ah."

She agreed.

She wasn't too nervous, she was just disappointed in herself, and then had a fever the next day.

38 degrees nine.

Fu Yanye asked a doctor to show her at home, and prescribed antipyretics.

It was past nine o'clock in the morning, Zhuo Jian watched him come back after seeing the doctor, and said in a weak voice, "I'm fine, you can go to work."

"How am I in the mood to go to work?"

Fu Yanye asked her, sat down beside her, leaned against the head of the bed and held her in his arms, and whispered comfortingly, "Sleep a little longer."

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, "Did I delay you?"

"No."

"But I can't remember anything, and I always keep you busy."

Zhuo Jian spoke again.

She blamed herself in her heart, she was afraid that she would drag him down.

"Some busyness is better than no busyness, and, in fact, you are much more independent than you think."

Fu Yanye put his arms around her, kissed her lightly on the forehead, and patiently whispered to her.

Ever since he knew she had a fever, he always spoke with a kind of comfort like warm wind and drizzle.

Zhuo Jian was safely in his arms again, but after a while she whispered: "Then you don't dislike me?"

"I hate it, the one who hates it is dying."

He hugged her tightly, leaned in front of her, pressed against her forehead, whispered ambiguously, and was going to kiss her after speaking.

She was amused by him, but suddenly covered her mouth when he was about to kiss her, "It's contagious."

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and took her hand away.