I don't deserve your love

"Of course you have to continue, I'm going to drink you to death, you bad woman."

As Zhao Ran spoke, he took a wine glass to drink with her.

Each of them had [-] glasses of wine, both of which were small glasses, but the wine was definitely good wine.

By the time there were four wine glasses left, Zhao Ran couldn't see clearly, and of course, Zhuo Jian couldn't see clearly either.

"Why aren't you drunk yet? They still say you don't drink well, you're a liar, you liar, bad woman."

Zhao Ran got angry, got up with difficulty and rushed towards her.

Zhuo Jian was barely awake, but in fact she didn't dare to move around. She felt dizzy when she raised her eyes when Zhao Ran rushed over.

Immediately, his body suddenly didn't know where he went.

Zhao Ran threw herself on the place where she was sitting just now.

And she, dazzled, felt herself in a familiar embrace.

Fu Yanye stared at her coldly in his gloomy black eyes.

Zhuo Jian felt that he was dissatisfied.

Dissatisfied with her poor wine quality?

Still dissatisfied that she is not drunk?

She should have told him in advance that she couldn't hear the child from Zhao Ran's mouth, as soon as she heard it, she would die in battle.

"Brother Yanye, why are you hugging her, let go of her quickly, this bad woman, she is a liar, she has lived in the same house with another man for more than a year, Brother Yanye, don't you have a cleansing habit? Let go of her, she's so dirty."

Seeing that Fu Yanye was holding Zhuo Jian, Zhao Ran immediately wanted to pull it away, but before she touched it, Zhong Mai had already hugged her from behind, and she could only wave her hands.

Fu Yanye held Zhuo Jian and stood up: "Let's take a step first."

Zhuo Jian had no strength to struggle anymore, and leaned against his arms with all her heart.

"Let go of me, Brother Yanye, Brother Yanye."

Zhao Ran waved his hands, looked at the direction where Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian left, and cried for him.

"Ancestor, please be sober, he has a wife."

"Brother Yan Ye wouldn't like a dry woman like her, why would Brother Yan Ye do this?"

Zhao Ran suddenly stopped and thumped, muttering sadly.

"how?"

Zhong Mai asked curiously.

"He said that if I pester him again, he will bankrupt my brother's company. Aren't they good friends? How could he do that?"

Zhao Ran looked at Zhong Mai sadly, with a look of complete disbelief.

"..."

Zhong Mai was really surprised that Fu Yanye would threaten a little girl like this?

Su Bai and Yan Zheng felt that this was something Fu Yanye could do.

What kind of brotherhood does Fu Yanye have for Zhao Lin?

It's nothing more than playing with their buttocks a few times when they were young. If you want to say that they have a good relationship, of course the three brothers are the best. Afterwards, in terms of seniority, Zhao Lin can only be ranked far away.

If Zhao Ran is not entangled, then Zhao Lin can still be ranked. After all, we are all in the same city, and Zhao Lin calls them brothers, but if Zhao Ran continues to make trouble like this, Su Bai and Yan Zheng feel that it is very likely that they will kill her. Brother ruined it.

Zhang Mingmei lit a cigarette and took a puff, then turned to look at her: "Why does he treat you like this, don't you know? He doesn't love you. If a man doesn't love a woman, he might kill her. "

"Then why didn't he kill Zhuo Jian?"

Zhao Ran was provoked by Zhang Mingmei and started to yell.

"So, you are the one who is not loved, not Zhuo Jian. You are really overconfident. You think you can seduce a married man just because you are young? No matter how much a couple quarrels, the relationship is good. Think about it for yourself." you."

Zhang Mingmei stood up after finishing speaking, and greeted Zhong Mai when she left, "Maizi, I have a headache, I'm going upstairs first."

Zhong Mai said it was OK, and looked at Zhao Ran again, and saw that she was even more sad, leaning on the back of the sofa and crying continuously, she no longer whimpered.

And Fu Yanye took Zhuo Jian out of Fanxing.

The loud music gradually faded away, and then she felt a gust of cold wind blowing on her body.

But soon, he entered a warm place again.

Her eyes were barely open, and she was about to fall to the side as soon as she was put in the car.

After Fu Yanye sat in, he grabbed her and dragged her back into his arms.

Zhuo Jian leaned on him steadily, and she no longer had the Leng Zhi when she and Zhao Ran had a wine fight just now, and muttered decadently: "Are you angry?"

Fu Yanye looked down at her, "You still know that I will be angry?"

"Then go find her."

What I said was a little sour for some reason.

Obviously, she doesn't care.

Don't care about it.

She has long since stopped loving him.

Fu Yanye looked down at her: "You really want me to find her?"

Zhuo Jian didn't know why, she stretched out her hand and hooked his neck lazily, lying in his arms, her eyes gradually couldn't open, she wanted to answer him, but she was already drowsy.

"Zhuo Jian?"

"Ok?"

However, she could hear him calling her.

Fu Yanye knew that she really drank too much, and a person with a bad taste in alcohol, who hadn't touched alcohol for a long time, would definitely get drunk.

He raised his eyes and looked ahead: "Passing by the pharmacy to buy some sober medicine."

"Yes."

Wang Rui, who was driving in front, agreed.

Later, when Wang Rui went to buy sober medicine, the two of them were sitting behind. Her hand was no longer around his neck, but on his waist, holding him.

Fu Yanye looked down, wondering why she did this.

If it was before, he would definitely be very happy and excited.

He will definitely think that she loves him, so she will get close to him unconsciously.

but now……

She doesn't love him anymore, why does she still do this?

Use him as a pillow?

"Fu Yanye."

She whispered his name in her drunken dream.

As if whispering his name in countless nights without him.

Fu Yanye's heart twitched, and he lowered his eyes to look at her again.

"Fu Yanye, don't look for another woman."

"..."

"Don't find a stepmother for your son."

"..."

He knew, how could it be because of him that she didn't give up, even dreaming, it was all for her son.

Fu Yanye turned his head and looked out the window. Seeing Wang Rui coming out, he opened the car window to let in some air.

He didn't know when it started to snow outside, and he didn't know who said in his heart: "Jian Jian, it's snowing outside."

"It's your favorite snowy night."

Fu Yanye murmured in his heart, but his mouth did not move.

Suddenly, the memory of her childhood, when the snow always fell so thick for some reason, she ran out of the house wearing pink snow boots, happily raised her hands in circles.

She grew up in a honeypot, and she always smiled so innocently, as if all the sorrows of time had nothing to do with her.

After returning to Shengyuan, he patted her face and called her in a low voice: "Zhuo Jian, wake up."

She couldn't wake up, she was tired in his arms, she turned her head and wanted to change her position, then her upper body hung on his lap and was hugged by him in time, and her lower body fell below, kneeling.

Her waist was pulled a bit, and she snorted in pain, then raised her head crying, complaining coquettishly: "Fu Yanye, you hurt me."

"Where does it hurt you?"

Fu Yanye looked into her drunken eyes, and asked after a few seconds.

There was a sudden noise in the originally quiet carriage, she pointed at herself, "Here, here, here, it hurts so much."

"Is there any other place?"

Fu Yanye looked at her pitiful face about to cry and continued to ask.

Zhuo Jian moved her eyeballs, touched her body for a while, and then suddenly touched her heart. She lowered her head and looked at her heart with some doubts.