I don't deserve your love

"Did I see you, don't you know?"

Zhuo Jian saw that he was unhappy, but asked him back.

"Hmph, so warm to them, but to me..."

Fu Yanye looked at her dissatisfied.

"Which one of us is not passionate about whom? You still..."

"Don't mention that again."

Fu Yanye pinched Zhuo Jian's chin before she could say that complete sentence.

Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes trembled in protest, and she suddenly stepped forward to kiss him on the lips.

Fu Yanye: "..."

"Are you still jealous?"

After Zhuo Jian finished kissing, seeing his panic-stricken appearance, she hurriedly asked him.

Fu Yanye: "..."

"I don't know what kind of vinegar you're eating, it's just a cousin saying hello to her husband."

Zhuo Jian reminded him.

Fu Yanye still wanted to sink his face again, but Zhuo Jian quickly wrapped his arms around his strong waist and climbed onto his lap.

Fu Yanye's hand holding her chin was pushed away by her long ago, now...

Well, he felt like he was being molested.

After Mrs. Fu lost her memory, it was time for her to tease him more and more.

Zhuo Jian said: "It is said that tomorrow is my birthday."

"..."

Fu Yanye unexpectedly picked it up by herself, and suddenly had a bad feeling.

Could it be her unreliable sisters who mentioned to her that he has a show tomorrow night?

"Tomorrow, do I want you to pick all the stars in the sky for me?"

Zhuo Jian was spoiled and proud, bit her lower lip in embarrassment after she finished speaking.

Fu Yanye wanted to say that she couldn't say a word, because she was not only coquettish, but also flirtatious to death.

If she just sat on his lap like this, he would really have a physical reaction.

And why is she blushing?

He took the initiative to seduce him.

"Isn't it?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't get an answer, so she asked delicately.

Fu Yanye put his helpless hand on her slender waist, looked at her red lips and kissed them gently, and then touched her hair that had passed the collarbone, his heart was as gentle as water, and he said softly, "Yes. "

"Yes, what is it?"

Zhuo Jian didn't expect that someone would agree to such an unreasonable request, so she stammered and asked again.

"I want all the stars in the sky to help you pick them."

Fu Yanye's sexy voice made no one doubt it.

"Really?"

For a moment, Zhuo Jian felt as if she was about to be spoiled, and sucked her lower lip in shame.

Seeing her biting most of her lips, Fu Yanye couldn't stand it any longer. He pinched the corner of her lips with his hands, and then kissed her up and down, lingeringly, and...

-

Feng Ying pulled Jian Qian into his car, "I want to take you to a party tomorrow."

Jian Qian turned to look at him, "Sorry, I don't have such an arrangement."

"Others are in pairs, and you can pay less for gifts."

"..."

Jian Qian looked at him suspiciously, and asked him soon after, "Could you be talking about my sister's birthday party?"

"Our Qianqian is really smart."

"Heh, who is the man in your family who is reluctant to prepare an extra gift? I, Jian Qian, don't care."

"This is what I said, as long as we Qianqian talk, needless to say, one more copy, one thousand more, ten thousand more, we are fine."

Feng Ying immediately approached her to please her.

Jian Qian pushed his hand away, and looked at him in a blink of an eye, "Feng Ying, you give up on me, and find a good girl of the right family."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Why are we not in the same family? You forgot that I was also the one who was excluded in Feng's family? I almost died back then?"

"..."

"We don't enter into the right family, and we are in harmony physically and mentally. Don't say such things in the future."

Feng Ying suddenly became serious.

Jian Qian looked outside helplessly, "Anyway, as long as my sister doesn't recover her memory, I won't marry you."

"If you don't marry, you don't marry, but can you let me sleep in your bed?"

"..."

Jian Qian glanced at him, then looked outside again.

"This is really the biggest concession I've made. Even your sister and your brother-in-law agree with us to get the certificate."

"Oh, so my sister and brother-in-law taught you to tie me to the Civil Affairs Bureau?"

Jian Qian suddenly remembered that matter.

Feng Ying stopped immediately and drove quietly.

Jian Qian suddenly understood, and then turned to look at him, "Did my brother-in-law teach you?"

Feng Ying raised his voice and said nothing more.

Jian Qian suddenly feels wronged, how can a brother-in-law teach a brother-in-law like this...

Well, it turns out that in her heart, they have long been a family.

-

Zhuo Jian and Fu Yanye went into the kitchen after returning home.

The old man's blood pressure has been a little high recently, and Fu Yanye suspected it was because of his sister, so he planned to cook something himself to appease him.

Zhuo Jianjian is helping in the kitchen.

A professional chef like Uncle Chen can only stand on the sidelines and watch, occasionally beating his hands.

Zhuo Jian later took the cucumber that Uncle Chen had cut and ate it beside him, but stared at Fu Yanye inadvertently.

I don't know why, but there was a sudden bang in my mind, such a scene seemed familiar.

"I didn't have a chance to cook it for you before, am I surprised?"

"This is the first time I've cooked for others. You can handle me with a bowl of soup?"

"You can't bully people like this, you..."

Her mind suddenly became confused, and when she thought about it, she felt a splitting headache again.

when was that

He seemed to be wearing a white shirt, too...

She looked at his sharp-edged side face, and felt every inch of her heart, as if something was being pulled by someone again, and it was about to be pulled to another time and space.

"Fu Yanye, are we going to get a divorce?"

"Haven't you left yet? Haven't you left yet?"

Those two familiar voices should be them.

Zhuo Jian just looked at him quietly.

When Fu Yanye was looking for cucumbers, he turned his head and saw that she had eaten more than half of the plate, sighed helplessly, and walked forward.

"You like cucumbers so much?"

Fu Yanye was so much taller than her, and when she stood straight in front of her, she looked extraordinarily cuddly.

She tried her best to smile, still sweetly, "I'm a little hungry."

"Be patient, I'm full now, do you want to eat later? Huh?"

Fu Yanye brought the plate and reminded her.

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian agreed.

"good."

Fu Yanye touched her face, kissed her on the lips before taking it back.

The two just looked at each other involuntarily, and it took an unknown amount of time before they came back to their senses.

Fu Yanye smiled in her phoenix eyes, turned around to cook without saying a word.

Zhuo Jian pursed her lips shyly, not knowing what she was thinking just now, so...

Ah, she suddenly saw that Uncle Chen seemed embarrassed, so she hurried out.

"Grandpa, let's kill a game."

Soon, Fu Yanye heard his wife talking to the old man.

After a game of chess, just in time for dinner.

-

Zhuo Jian had another dream that night.

In the dream, she was sweet with Fu Yanye, but suddenly she couldn't find him.

And soon, lying in a pool of blood.

She got up, tried to breathe, and then nervously lifted the quilt.