I don't deserve your love

The aura in his eyes suppressed all the thorns in her body.

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him reflexively, but shrank herself into a ball.

he knows?

He knew what she was thinking?

"Seeing Chengcheng being thrown outside? Or seeing that I didn't immediately pierce Lin Ruxiang's heart to take her life to avenge our children?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian was so shocked that she could hardly breathe.

She also forgot to breathe, just looked at him suspiciously.

how does he...

Guess everything?

"Still, remember?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, gradually becoming confused again.

She was a little confused.

Right and wrong.

It's all indistinguishable.

She lowered her head again, just hugging herself, unable to say a word.

Fu Yanye sat by the bed, seeing her so dull appearance, felt even more distressed, "Jian Jian, can you tell me? What are you thinking of?"

"..."

She just shook her head, and then remained silent.

Fu Yanye wanted to touch her, but she immediately avoided it.

Fu Yanye didn't dare to provoke her, but started to worry again.

Worried that she was as afraid of him as she was when he was just found.

Zhuo Jian was conflicted in her heart. On the one hand, he had been very kind to her since then, on the other hand, in the past memories, he was like a devil to scare her.

The mobile phone on the bedside rang, she turned to get it, and then fell down on the bed.

Fu Yanye subconsciously tried to catch her, but failed.

As soon as Zhuo Jian turned around, she found him lying behind her, her face was flushed, and her nervous mind went blank.

Fu Yanye smelled the warm fragrance on her body and looked at her fearful eyes, so he had no choice but to get up again.

Zhuo Jian just picked up the phone, still a little weak, "Hello? Brother Su Bai, are you okay?"

Only then did Fu Yanye realize that it was Su Bai's call.

"Nothing at all, but I plan to stay in the hospital for a few more days to make your sister Mingmei worry."

Su Bai pretended to be innocent and joked with her.

Zhuo Jian wanted to laugh, but before she could do so, she remembered what Fu Yanye said, and told her softly, "Don't make sister Mingmei angry on purpose, she is very worried about you."

"Well, are you worried about brother?"

"Well, worry."

Fu Yanye frowned and turned to look at her.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him vigilantly, then turned her head slightly to prevent him from seeing her expression, and said softly to the person on the other end of the phone, "Brother Su Bai, I'll see you later, you should have a good rest first."

"it is good."

Su Bai agreed and hung up the phone.

Zhuo Jian also hung up, but Fu Yanye immediately used his mobile phone to send Su Bai a WeChat message, "Don't call her again."

Su Bai took a look, guessing that Boss Fu was eating vinegar again, but he didn't care, he was in a good mood.

Zhuo Jian wanted to get out of bed, but saw Fu Yanye was still sitting by the bed, although his back was facing her, but...

"Fu Yanye."

She called him softly.

Fu Yanye listened awkwardly, today's Fu Yanye's voice was quite chilly.

But he still turned to look at her.

"You go out first."

He had already picked up her long skirt and put it on the sofa in the distance. Now she was wearing a suspender skirt, which was very short.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye questioned.

"You go out first, I need to change clothes."

Zhuo Jian immediately explained.

Seeing the disgust on her face, Fu Yanye just wanted to put her on the bed again, but after thinking about it, he got up and left.

Zhuo Jian had been watching his back, and she felt relieved when he took a step outside, but when he walked to the door, she stopped suddenly.

To know his two long legs, after all, it took only a few seconds before the defense she had just let go was set up again.

Fu Yanye turned around to see her still cautious appearance, "I'm right outside the door, you need help to call me."

"..."

What else could she need?

But the body really can't bear it.

She went to the bathroom to wash up by herself. In the mirror, there were red marks one after another on her large skin. She pressed her hand hard to her heart. Was she really frightened?

what is this?

It's not that she hasn't been hickeyed all over her neck by him, but...

She, why did she drink it by herself last night?

No matter what, it shouldn't be so unconscious.

While blaming herself, Zhuo Jian found some concealer, put on more, and put on more.

She finally understood why Fu Yanye said that she always wore a silk scarf before.

Indeed, that is more labor-saving.

And like this, the smell of concealer all over the body is really annoying.

Soon, she heard the bathroom door being slowly pushed open, and subconsciously raised her eyes to look in the mirror.

The man she had just kicked out suddenly appeared, and she immediately turned around in fright, clutching the edge of the sink with both hands.

The concealer was accidentally touched by her on the ground, and a faint fragrance wafted up. She looked down reflexively, but immediately looked at the man at the door again.

"I'm your husband, not a thief or a bad guy."

"How do I know you're not a bad guy?"

"what?"

"You, you took advantage of my unconsciousness..."

"Isn't that what you always wanted?"

Fu Yanye stepped forward slowly.

Zhuo Jian tried to escape again, but he had already locked him there.

"Since when have I been asking for it?"

Zhuo Jian retorted.

"Think about it."

Fu Yanye was a little dumbfounded.

"I, I wasn't sober last night anyway."

"Oh, but your original intention last night was also to let me do it?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian was so blocked that she couldn't speak a word.

I thought he was ridiculous.

But what exactly is absurd?

Fu Yanye easily held her slender waist and sat on the sink, then held her face so that she could look at him, "Who hugged me last night? Forgot the video? And here."

Fu Yanye raised her neck, revealing her sexy Adam's apple, where she sucked a mark, no worse than the one he left for her.

Zhuo Jian suddenly didn't dare to look at him again, isn't that mark too eye-catching?

But he held her face, making it impossible for her to escape.

Zhuo Jian then asked him suspiciously, "Didn't I tell you to go out?"

"I'm not worried that you haven't done it for too long, and your body can't bear it?"

"..."

"I didn't even agree to tell you, I thought I passed out."

"..."

Did he call her?

Didn't hear a word.

Fu Yanye looked at her inscrutably, and seeing her guess again, he immediately asked her again: "Didn't you hear that? I'm all thinking about you?"

"What? You, you..."

No, can't he?

Zhuo Jian didn't know why she suddenly thought of that again, then stared at him for a while, and said softly, not sure, "You, aren't you dead?"

"Who said I can't?"

"..."

"Who on earth is saying that I can't do it all day long? It's me?"

Fu Yanye asked her seriously.

Zhuo Jian suddenly thought that it seemed that she had always thought that he was going to die.

She pursed her lips unconsciously, and when she looked at him again, she pressed her lips harder.

In the next second, her lips were pressed by the man's warm thumb, and she had to face him.

"Remember? Did I say I can't do it?"