I don't deserve your love

"If you dare to lie to me, I will be very angry."

Zhuo Jian looked at his face several times, and finally grabbed his arm firmly, but she was nervous, so she threatened him while leading him away.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed.

But seeing her hugging his arm like this, he couldn't help but want to continue pretending to be weak.

"Why didn't you sleep well? Didn't the doctor say it, don't think about it."

"I shouldn't be able to control my mind and think about it."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian thought about it, as if sometimes she couldn't control her own thoughts, so it was best to go to the hospital.

"Let's go to the hospital first."

As Zhuo Jian said, she followed him into the elevator and took out her mobile phone.

Fu Yanye saw that she had sent a wechat request for leave to the people in the department, and then looked for the number.

After getting out of the elevator, she dialed the dean's number, "Hello? Dean Zhang? Yes, he's a little dizzy. I'll take him there now. Well, see you later."

Fortunately, the dean went to work early, so Zhuo Jian answered the call.

Fu Yanye suddenly reached out before she answered the phone: "Can I use your phone?"

Zhuo Jian looked up at him suspiciously, "Where's your own?"

"Use it for me."

Fu Yanye didn't explain too much.

Zhuo Jian didn't know how she handed the phone to him.

Zhuo Jian saw that his expression seemed a little serious, so she also looked where he was looking.

But he was too tall, and he held up his mobile phone so high that she could only look up and send it into his arms.

Fu Yanye smelled the familiar fragrance on her head, and then continued to look at the screen of her phone.

What he opened was her call log.

His number note is Husband.

He was a little surprised, but opened their call records.

The most recent ones are all short, but some of the previous ones were even ten minutes long.

She didn't delete their call records, so it was a long, long stretch without ending.

Fu Yanye's heart became more and more full, but it seemed more and more empty.

Just can't remember.

He quickly turned off the phone records and found her WeChat again.

Zhuo Jian's heart began to tighten, and she raised her eyes to look at him.

What does he want to see?

When she looked at her phone again, she found that he was looking at WeChat. She was immediately dumbfounded, and quickly grabbed the phone: "Hey, don't look around."

When Fu Yanye raised her hand, the shoes she was wearing didn't heel, so she couldn't reach her at all.

But he can still continue to read her WeChat.

The previous is also really, concise.

But the more he flipped up, the more warm current poured into his heart, even boiling.

"Fu Yanye, return it to me quickly, don't look around."

It was as if the secret diary she had written was discovered by someone, she was so nervous and helpless, her facial features were about to be distorted.

She finally grabbed her cell phone and was already outside.

Fu Yanye suddenly smiled and looked at the woman who hurriedly put her mobile phone into her pocket. She was obviously in a hurry, but he was suddenly very happy.

In her mobile phone, there is their past.

And sweet ones.

Zhuo Jian was ashamed, but still glared at him, "How could you do this?"

"Ask you and you will cry again. I can only check it myself."

"..."

"There are traces of our love in it."

Fu Yanye looked at her, his voice was like spring rain, refreshing.

Zhuo Jian suddenly let go of him, "I don't think your head is dizzy at all."

"what."

He suddenly raised his hand and pinched his forehead, as if he was about to fall.

The woman who had just taken two steps went back, crying anxiously, "Fu Yanye, don't scare me."

Fu Yanye let go of his forehead, looked down at her nervous crying appearance, and asked her softly, "Didn't you contact the dean? Let's go and see if I lied to you?"

Zhuo Jian became even more anxious, so she had no choice but to take him into the car quickly.

Then I was uneasy all the way.

"You must stop thinking about it in the future, at least sleep well when you go to bed, and think about it when you wake up."

"I can't do it."

He just mumbled four words.

Zhuo Jian was even more disturbed.

He can't do it, what should we do?

Zhuo Jian also felt a headache, and finally went to the hospital. After the examination, the dean looked at his film and said, "The bruises haven't disappeared much, haven't you slept well recently?"

"A bit."

Fu Yanye said inscrutablely.

Zhuo Jian was nervous, "What should I do if he can't sleep well?"

The dean smiled and looked at the video on the computer, "If Mrs. Fu is the person next to her pillow, I can't help it, and I'm even more helpless."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless for a while.

Is it all her fault?

Can she interfere when he sleeps?

"Can't you take medicine? Sleep well."

Zhuo Jian thought about it and asked tentatively.

"Of course it's okay for people with good health, but it's not for Mr. Fu."

The dean is very serious.

"Oh!"

Zhuo Jian agreed, but she also thought about it when she asked, he can't take medicine indiscriminately, so what should I do?

If he couldn't sleep well all the time, she didn't need the doctor to tell her that it would affect his recovery.

"Should we be hospitalized? There should be a doctor in the hospital who specializes in regulating his sleep? We just need to do what the doctor said?"

She didn't realize that she was whimsical. After all, the hospital is a place to treat the sick and save the sick, and they are the ones who need to be saved.

The dean still looked very solemn, and after thinking for a while, he said: "Mr. Fu doesn't need to be hospitalized in this situation. You are his wife, and you should be able to help him fall asleep quickly."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless.

Fu Yanye also frowned, as if he hadn't expected to be like this at all, and then turned to look at her.

Zhuo Jian's face turned red and white, all he could say was that he was speechless.

What are you looking at her for?

What can she do?

Don't even think about her sleeping with him.

He is not her son.

Zhuo Jian was depressed and unhappy when she left the hospital.

Fu Yanye followed her, a bit slowly.

She walked out of the hall only to find that he was not around, turned her head to look for him worriedly, and walked back reluctantly after seeing him, "Why are you so slow?"

"I didn't sleep well last night, I was dizzy."

"..."

"It doesn't look good for someone that big to fall over, right?"

Fu Yanye asked her again with a very pitiful look.

Just looking at his dark eyes, Zhuo Jian felt disturbed, so she put her arms around his arm again, "I'll help you."

Fu Yanye glanced at her hand, in fact, he wanted to hold her hand more.

But now, it seems that this is the only way to go.

Wang Rui was still waiting for them, and when he saw them coming out, he immediately opened the car door for them, and then automatically returned to his place.

Fu Yanye said: "Send Young Madam to work first."

"Yes."

Wang Rui agreed and started the car.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, "How about I send you off first?"

Fu Yanye turned to look at her, who was even weaker, "Can this be done?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian felt a little uneasy.

Fu Yanye nodded, as if he had considered it carefully, "Okay, thank you for your hard work."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was not happy.

The car drove to Fu's office building.

Fu Yanye suddenly remembered that his subordinate said that he used to take Zhuo Jian to the office building before, holding her hand and ostentatiously walking through the market, and looked at her in a blink of an eye, "Will you send me in?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, hesitating.

"I don't seem to like people touching me, but I do feel dizzy."