I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, "It's okay, you know, he regards me as his younger sister."

"Humph!"

Fu Yanye sneered after hearing this.

Ambiguous men and women usually start with brothers and sisters.

Didn't she call him Brother Yan Ye when she was a child?

Later became his woman.

"I suggest you don't get too close to him."

Fu Yanye said.

"We didn't move around very much at first. He just called to care after hearing that Ouyang Ping said I was injured."

Zhuo Jian explained.

"There's something I haven't told you, but I think it's better for you to know."

"what?"

"His sister is indeed very similar to you, but her heart was transplanted to Lin Ruxiang after her death."

"..."

"He suddenly came to City A and used his dead sister to be your friend, but he didn't tell you that her sister's heart was given to Lin Ruxiang. Don't you think it's strange?"

Fu Yanye asked her again.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian didn't know what to do, and suddenly felt terrified.

It turned out that his sister's heart was given to Lin Ruxiang, no wonder he felt uncomfortable every time he heard Lin Ruxiang's name. At first Lin Ruxiang said they were friends, so it was so.

But what does this have to do with her?

Fu Yanye saw her start to think deeply, and then he ate with satisfaction.

Fu Yanye slept on the sofa for a week, but this night he suddenly sat by the bed and said to her, "Squeeze?"

Zhuo Jian lay in the middle of the bed and looked at him, "If you don't want to sleep on the sofa, go back to sleep."

"I didn't dare to sleep with you on the bed because I was afraid of touching your injury."

After Fu Yanye explained, he lay down directly on her side, because she was in the middle of the bed, and he could only occupy one side, so he turned sideways inward, and wanted to scrape the tip of her nose with his hands.

Zhuo Jian immediately moved in subconsciously.

Fu Yanye's body then rubbed inward.

Zhuo Jian's body was a little numb next to him, and she looked at him in a blink of an eye: "I am a patient."

"I know, but you just hurt your heart."

Fu Yanye put down her hand, and then stretched it in from the cuff of her wide pajamas.

Her arm was not as cold as before, and it was very comfortable to touch.

Zhuo Jian's face flushed suddenly, this week alone was enough to make her feel upset, and he provoked her like this again.

"Zhuo Jian, I don't want to bear it anymore."

Fu Yanye leaned his head against her shoulder and murmured.

Zhuo Jian's heart ached when she heard that, and she wanted to see him, but she didn't see him, so she felt a little lost.

There were only two people in the room, and it was very quiet.

"Don't want to endure what?"

"you!"

Fu Yanye's hand was still gently stroking her, but you were very firm in what you said.

Zhuo Jian's heart missed half a beat, and she just lay quietly.

Fu Yanye rubbed her shoulder again, "I know you want to stay away from me, but I don't want to, I don't intend to embarrass myself anymore."

Zhuo Jian listened quietly, not knowing how to reply him.

In fact, many times, she didn't know how to reply to him.

"No one knows which one will come first, the accident or tomorrow. Why should I let myself be unhappy in an uncertain time."

"..."

So make things difficult for her?

Fu Yanye raised his head suddenly, put his hands behind his ears, and said to her, "One of us must be happy, right?"

"Why can't it be me?"

"Because I'm selfish."

"..."

Zhuo Jian could no longer refute him.

Fu Yanye smiled, and gently touched her cheek: "Are you sleeping?"

Zhuo Jian thought, for them, sleeping may be the most important thing to do now.

If we continue the discussion, we may quarrel.

But as soon as she closed her eyes, her lips were blocked suddenly.

Although he only pressed lightly on it, he didn't gnaw or bite, just touch.

Zhuo Jian heard her heart beating like thunder, feeling that she was in a panic and had no way out.

Fu Yanye kissed her very seriously, and then said softly, "Good night, my Jane."

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to open her eyes again until his back was turned to her. In the darkness, she heard her heartbeat was still very irregular.

She turned to look at him, although she only saw his back.

She also fell asleep after midnight, and she was a child again.

In the early hours of the past few days, she always had the same dream. She dreamed that she would see her parents picking her up as soon as she left the campus after school.

But the joy in the dream will always be hit hard by reality.

She felt that she didn't understand her father and mother.

The person she loved the most and thought she knew the most, in fact, she didn't understand at all.

With Lin Jiaoyang's temper, could he have done something wrong to her mother long ago, but her mother didn't dare to say anything?

Is her mother brave or cowardly?

Where is her father?When he was threatened to expose her and her mother's photos without dying, how did a person who loves their mother and daughter like this end up on an irreversible path?

Are humans all this complicated?

-

Fu Yanye left before dawn the next day.

Zhuo Jian stood by the window looking at the drizzle outside the building, and asked Yuan Man, "Do you know what he is going to do?"

Yuan Man shook his head ignorantly.

Zhuo Jian sighed, then pinched the phone and looked again.

At midnight last night, two WeChat messages came in.

In fact, she had long forgotten.

July seventeenth, her birthday.

She turned on the phone, the first message was from Su Bai, a big red envelope wishing her more and more beautiful, and riding on Fu Yanye's head as soon as possible.

Then came Ouyang Ping, she said: "Baby, happy birthday, this year I am congratulating you with my husband, I love you, I have prepared a gift for you, because your husband won't let me disturb your cultivation, so wait You are discharged from the hospital."

The corners of Zhuo Jian's lips twitched, someone still remembered her birthday.

She was just about to put away her phone when she received a call from Wang Yue. Before she could finish calling her mother, she heard a complaint from inside: "Baby, happy birthday, your dead husband won't let us go to the hospital for you." It’s my birthday, I said I was afraid of disturbing your self-cultivation, why do you think he is so authoritarian? It’s just too hateful, baby, mom, dad, and grandparents are all waiting for you to come back at home, the presents are all ready for you, and we will make up again when you come back One, we won't take your husband with you, by the way, Chengcheng wishes you a happy birthday too."

Zhuo Jian felt very warm in her heart, and was saying words of thanks when suddenly she saw a familiar figure in front of her eyes.

Because there is a parking lot downstairs, she saw him immediately after he parked his car and came out.

Zhuo Jian froze, hung up the phone and asked softly, "Is that Fu Yanye?"

"Seems to be."

Yuan Man looked out.

Chang Xia, who came back from buying breakfast outside, saw the two of them standing there, and reminded: "I bought breakfast."

Zhuo Jian and Yuan Man happened to be both hungry, so they planned to eat.

"Small steamed buns."

Zhuo Jian said a little disappointed after seeing the breakfast.

"Well, your favorite stuffed zucchini."

Chang Xia said proudly.

"What's the matter with the sudden craving for noodles?"

Zhuo Jian smiled, and then sat on the sofa, planning to eat Xiaolongbao.

As a result, the door was quickly pushed open from the outside. Fu Yanye saw that the three women were all inside, and there were two boxes of steamed buns on the table. You buy these for her to eat?"