I don't deserve your love

"What are you doing there?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

"..."

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped half a beat.

"Not coming out yet?"

Fu Yanye patiently reminded her that the elevator would be closed if she didn't come out again.

Only then did Zhuo Jian regain her senses, bowed her head and went out from the inside.

Just as the elevator door was about to close, Fu Yanye stretched out his hand to block it, and stared at her with a slightly unhappy frown.

Zhuo Jian was also startled, but when she saw him standing aside in a blink of an eye, she immediately relaxed a little, but she still couldn't help being nervous after going out.

"You didn't go to dinner with your sister?"

She pretended to be calm.

Fu Yanye stared at her with black eyes: "Yes."

They went home together.

"Are the children asleep?"

After entering, Zhuo Jian sounded very quiet.

"Well, not long after you fell asleep, the entertainment you mentioned was to have dinner with Zhang Mingmei?"

Fu Yanye asked her back.

"Yes!"

Zhuo Jian was stunned for a moment, remembering that she lied to him in the afternoon that he had a social meeting.

Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes for a few seconds, she was obviously trying to play him off.

Zhuo Jian felt guilty when he saw him, she lowered her head and continued to walk in. After walking a few steps, she turned around and said, "Then I'm going upstairs to rest."

"..."

Fu Yanye looked at her as if she was avoiding him, but he really turned around and went upstairs, feeling so blocked for a moment.

He refused Fu Yanqing to eat, not because he came back to find out that she was lying.

Zhuo Jian returned to the room and saw that her sons were already asleep, so she took her pajamas and went into the bathroom after a while.

When she came out of the shower, the auntie had already warmed up the water mixed with traditional Chinese medicine for her. When she saw her coming out, she reminded her, "It's still half an hour."

"You have worked hard."

Zhuo Jian nodded politely, and the aunt also nodded to go out, but met Fu Yanye at the door and said hello, "Master."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye said lightly, and after walking in, he looked at the foot soak bucket in front of the sofa, and there was an unpleasant smell of traditional Chinese medicine.

She just sat down on the sofa, when she saw him come in, she asked, "Why haven't you rested yet?"

Fu Yanye glanced at his watch, then sat down beside her, "It's still early."

It's true that they're not used to going to bed early.

But he suddenly sat down beside her, still looking at her foot soaking bucket, Zhuo Jian asked subconsciously: "Does it smell bad? You go out."

"Your ankle injury recurred?"

Fu Yanye didn't answer her question, but asked her a question instead.

Zhuo Jian listened, and also looked at her ankle, but she couldn't see it anymore.

"There is no relapse, but I soak a few times a week and feel more comfortable."

Zhuo Jian replied casually.

Fu Yanye bent down, and suddenly grabbed her tiny legs and lifted them up.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

With a serious look in his eyes, he looked at her ankles.

You can't see anything with the naked eye, but it's obviously not good for her to look like this.

Fu Yanye frowned: "I'm fine tomorrow, so let's accompany you to the hospital for an examination."

"I just checked it not long ago, so I don't need to go all the time."

Zhuo Jian pinched his wrist and pushed it lightly, then put his foot into the bucket again.

Fu Yanye also turned to look at her, and then there was a cool touch on his wrist, and then it became warmer little by little.

Zhuo Jian let go of him slowly, and pretended to be ordinary and murmured, "You'd better go out, you didn't like this smell before."

Fu Yanye frowned: "Why don't I like it?"

"..."

"Or do you like this taste very much?"

Fu Yanye couldn't accept it.

She has liked fragrant things since she was a child, and hated this strange smell the most.

Zhuo Jian didn't look at him anymore, but sighed helplessly, touched her calf and murmured: "I don't hate it either."

Fu Yanye stopped talking, just watched her bend over to rub his calf, he subconsciously left the sofa, half-kneeled in front of her, and held the place she just squeezed.

Suddenly, Zhuo Jian's legs felt a little numb from a force that didn't belong to him, and he raised his eyes to look at him: "Fu Yanye."

"Is this strength appropriate?"

"No need to knead."

Zhuo Jian felt an indescribable feeling welling up all over her body, the tip of her nose was sour, and her eyes became hazy immediately, but her words were still very light.

"Then what were you doing just now?"

He pinched her ankle and looked up at her.

"I'm just bored."

She thought, probably because of restraint.

Then just subconsciously do something to avoid that feeling.

Who knew he was misunderstood.

In fact, just soaking in it is enough. Of course, the effect of massage is better, but does he need to do that?

It would be best for him to return to that indifferent Fu Yanye.

Now he is too abnormal.

However, Fu Yanye massaged her for a while before getting up, went to the bathroom to wash his hands, came out and saw that she was still soaking in the sofa, and then looked at the bedside again.

That bed used to be his, and he lay on it naturally, because Cheng Cheng was on it, so he went to tuck the corner of the quilt for Cheng Cheng.

Seeing him lying on the bed taking care of his son, Zhuo Jian felt a little nervous.

To be honest, she didn't feel awkward at all when she did something with him to be with her sons some time ago, but seeing him lying there now makes her feel very uncomfortable.

He forgot about her.

Why are you still lying there?

It was the bed he had allowed her to sleep in.

Fu Yanye didn't get up, and he didn't move until she finished soaking her feet, Zhuo Jian called softly: "Fu Yanye."

Afraid of disturbing the children, she didn't dare to call out a second time.

No answer.

She wiped her feet and went to the bed to find that he had fallen asleep.

Really...

I didn't like to sleep with my son before, what's wrong?

But thinking of his head injury, he didn't dare to disturb him anymore, so he covered him with the quilt.

Fu Yanye turned around, and when he opened his black eyes, he saw her in front of him.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Fu Yanye just stared at her straightly, and asked after a long time: "Am I asleep?"

"Looks like it is."

Zhuo Jian's voice was still very soft, but her heart was beating like thunder.

She wanted to get up, but before she could, Fu Yanye got up suddenly and bumped her forehead against the tip of her nose.

"Ah."

Her nose was sore, and then tears came out.

"Feel sorry."

Fu Yanye lay back down again, watching her nervously holding her nose and weeping, and suddenly grabbed her wrist: "Take it away and let me see if there is any nosebleed."

It's fine if he doesn't say anything, but when he said something, she suddenly felt something flow out of her nose, and then it continued to flow out from between her fingers. Her face turned pale, and she immediately took his hand away, turned around and ran to the bathroom.

Fu Yanye didn't care about anything, so he hurried in.

3 minute later.

He was still standing beside her barefoot.

Zhuo Jian wiped her face clean, looked up at the person beside her in the glasses, he was still holding a tissue for her to use.

Looking at him like that, Zhuo Jian suddenly wanted to laugh, looked at him in the mirror and said, "I'm fine."

"I'll see and talk."

He suddenly pinched her chin to make her face him, then lifted it up.

Zhuo Jian raised her head and let him look at the red tip of her nose.

Fu Yanye felt pain in his heart, he really didn't mean to break her nose on purpose.

Zhuo Jian couldn't bear to see him so nervous, she took his hand away and comforted him: "I'm really fine, good night, okay?"

"Ah."

Fu Yanye was still a little worried, and couldn't help but look at her after agreeing.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head and looked at the two holding hands.

Or should I say, he was holding her.

Just now she just wanted to push his hand away, but somehow he held it.

Fu Yanye also lowered his head. Seeing that he was holding her hand, he didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He raised it up in front of the two of them, "Your hand is very cold."