I don't deserve your love

"Fu Yanye, you have a fever."

Zhuo Jian looked at him worriedly, puzzled beyond comprehension.

Why is nothing wrong with her?

She put her hand firmly on his forehead, and then asked worriedly: "Is it uncomfortable?"

"Fortunately."

Fu Yanye looked at her, and soon after he finished speaking, he suddenly murmured again: "I seem to be a little dizzy."

"Huh? What should I do? I'm going back to the city later, why don't you stay here by yourself?"

Zhuo Jian anxiously 'discussed' with him.

"..."

Fu Yanye just looked straight at his wife with his dark eyes, could he pretend to be dead?

No, what if he plays dead and his wife runs away?

But if she doesn't pretend to be dead, this woman is too deceitful, he has a fever, and she wants to go back to the city?

"Can you make me a cup of antipyretics first?"

Fu Yanye told her weakly.

"I called them right away and rushed to deliver them. It's better to bring some food."

"Ah."

"So hungry."

"..."

Isn't she worried that he will hurt his stomach if he drinks medicine on an empty stomach?

Fu Yanye watched Zhuo Jian so earnestly calling for someone to deliver what she needed, and became weaker and weaker.

He felt that this woman didn't care about him enough.

"Mrs. Fu?"

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian put down her phone and looked at him.

"Can you care more about the man who cares about your fever?"

"Okay."

Zhuo Jian put down the phone, lay down again, and then got into his arms and complained coquettishly: "My man has a body like steel, why do I still have a fever? And now it seems that I can't even wake up in the morning."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye frowned, and looked down at the woman in her arms who was acting like a demon.

Zhuo Jian also looked up at him, "Can you still get up?"

"Which one can you tell?"

"Just, stand up."

Zhuo Jian spoke seriously.

"this one?"

"..."

"I'm afraid I'll catch your cold because I can't help but kiss you when I do."

"..."

Zhuo Jian got up from his arms in an instant, picked up the phone, and got up, "You stay here by yourself, by the way, wait for Brother Rui to bring you breakfast and medicine, remember to eat breakfast before taking medicine."

After she finished speaking, she left. Fu Yanye lay on the ground and could only hug the blanket she had covered tightly, wanting to be disappointed, but couldn't help but bury her face in the blanket and laugh.

It turned out to be breakfast for him.

He said how could she not think of those details.

After all, baby Jian Jian who has always been so considerate to him.

-

Zhuo Jian went to work immediately after returning to the city, and went to Jian Qian's office after the meeting. Jian Qian was on the phone with Feng Ying, "You can do whatever you want. Anyway, you have your own considerations. I can't help you." If I fuck you, I can't pull your hind legs, can I?"

Zhuo Jian was not in a hurry to go in by the door, she thought that Jian Qian was actually trying to adapt.

After Jian Qian made the phone call, she got up and walked to the door, "Sister, why are you back?"

"I have something to do, call Feng Ying."

"Well, he knew about Chen Jiazhen's coming here, and asked me if I was okay."

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian agreed.

"Come in."

Jian Qian dragged her into the office, and the two sisters chatted for a while longer.

What Jian Qian said was sensible, but at night she dreamed that Feng Ying woke up from another woman's bed, and that woman was none other than Chen Jiazhen.

And Zhuo Jian was still on the island, guarding Boss Fu.

He still hugged her when he was sleeping, so she leaned against the head of the bed and read a book while hugging his back and caressing him.

She took the medicine again at night, and the fever returned after two hours. She took her daughter's antipyretic patch and put it on his forehead, but when she lowered her head, she saw that he had rubbed it off.

"Why are you so rude?"

Zhuo Jian murmured, and wanted to paste it on him again.

"No."

Fu Yanye resisted, put his arms around her waist and clung to her again.

Zhuo Jian felt that he was about to get into her flesh.

But he has become very delicate since he had a fever before.

It's important to pester people.

Zhuo Jian touched the back of his neck, looked at his side face, and couldn't help laughing.

I still remember that he also had a fever at that time, and she ran to his house with ice cream, and went upstairs regardless of the elders chatting in the living room.

"Brother Yanye, brother Yanye, eat quickly and cool down."

She loved ice cream when she had a fever, so she thought he loved it too.

In fact, he doesn't like sweet things very much. Of course, she didn't know this until later.

Although he used to be cold-faced, he didn't say much about what he didn't like.

Well, thinking about it this way, it seems that he rarely refuses what she offers.

Fu Yanye was lying on the bed in a drowsy sleep, and smelled a light scent of shower gel, which was very familiar. Then he opened his eyes and saw the girl holding a box of ice cream in front of his window.

That was a whole big box, nearly [-]ml.

"Go back quickly, return to infection."

He spoke hoarsely to her.

"It's not contagious. Every time I have a fever, my mother hugs me and feeds me ice cream. It will be fine after eating. Really, get up and eat."

"Then you still want to hug me?"

"Well, then, that's fine."

"What are you thinking, give me a spoon."

"Oh."

She blushed shyly, and took out her spoon wrapped in a tissue from her pocket.

Fu Yanye wanted to dislike them, but when he saw that they were a couple, he suddenly couldn't dislike them.

Later, he was lying on the bed, and she sat by his bed, and the two of them ate half a box of ice cream.

"Is it delicious? Do you feel better?"

The little hand she touched the ice cream box lightly rested on his forehead.

At that time, although she was shy, she didn't know how ambiguous that behavior was.

She is straightforward, she is very worried, she wants to care, she has to do that kind of thing, care about the boy in front of her like parents care about her.

"Not at all."

He looked at him and said indifferently.

"Huh? How come there is nothing at all, it will be fine after eating ice cream."

She said, and climbed directly onto the bed.

Fu Yanye was so frightened that he immediately lay down inside.

Zhuo Jian knelt beside him, touched his forehead again, and coaxed softly: "Don't move, I have another way."

"Ok?"

"Close your eyes, don't move, don't move at all."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye frowned and closed his eyes, but opened them again soon.

Zhuo Jian turned around to get something, then quickly turned her head again, seeing him with his eyes open, deliberately pretending to be unhappy as an adult, with his hands on his hips, "I told you to close your eyes."

"What the hell do you want?"

He was already suffering enough, and this little girl came to add to the chaos.

"To cool you down."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye looked at her.

"Close your eyes quickly."

She started acting like a baby.

Looking at her distorted face, Fu Yanye could only close his eyes.

What can she do?

When he was young at that time, he could never guess what she was going to do next.

"Don't open it."

"hiss."