I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye's movements stopped, his black eyes looked at her again, and he ordered: "Say it again!"

"If I was willing to fall on you one more time, can you not do it recently?"

When Zhuo Jian asked this, her face flushed with shame.

She wants to be a straight person!

But obviously, she didn't have this chance!

Fu Yanye's knife-like eyes gradually became less sharp, and his grip on her became less severe. He just whispered, "Don't say a single unkind word to me again."

He doesn't want to listen.

"it is good!"

Reluctantly, Fu Yanye took his hand out of her clothes, but couldn't help panting softly against her forehead, and murmured: "Say something nice to me now."

melodious?

Zhuo Jian was dumbfounded and couldn't think of anything to say.

His sudden childish soft voice made her a little at a loss.

Fu Yanye kissed her lips, and then murmured reluctantly: "Say you like me!"

Zhuo Jian thought he was strange.

What's so good about that?

He also doesn't look like someone who needs to be confessed.

But in order to let him let her go, Zhuo Jian's heart broke, and she said in a low voice: "I, like you."

Fu Yanye was dissatisfied: "Hold me and whisper in my ear."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"Zhuo Jian! Are you listening?"

His voice was deep and hoarse, and he squeezed her delicate body with both hands.

"I, I like you!"

Zhuo Jian stretched out her hand to hook his neck, her lips were next to his ear, and she opened her mouth several times before she said these words shamefully.

Fu Yanye felt that this life was extremely sweet.

As if the unhappiness downstairs half an hour ago was a matter of his previous life, he suddenly held the back of her head, arched his narrow waist, sucked her lips again, and then unfolded his superb kissing skills.

Zhuo Jian was afraid of making him unhappy and suffering herself, so she responded to him twice, raised her hand to hold his face: "Mr. Jian is waiting for us downstairs."

Fu Yanye looked at her with eyes full of enthusiasm, and said in a low voice, "We will continue after he leaves."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's frightened face tightened.

"Just kiss."

As Fu Yanye spoke, he kissed her again, and then again.

Zhuo Jian sat on the edge of the bed and took a breath after he changed his clothes and went out. She was really scared just now, afraid that if she couldn't restrain herself, she would respond enthusiastically to him.

Fortunately, I was no longer 20 years old. If he had kissed her like that at that time, she would have been seduced by her soul, and she was willing to give her life to him.

But now...

"Zhuo Jian, wake me up."

She gently caressed her lower abdomen with her little hand, looked down, then exhaled forcefully, got up, found a white dress in the closet, put it on and went out.

Downstairs, Fu Yanye was already sitting on the sofa in a gentlemanly manner, drinking tea with Designer Jian and waiting for her. There were two people sitting beside him, who should be Jane's assistants.

They both stood up when they saw her coming.

Zhuo Jian nodded politely: "Hello!"

The two female assistants also nodded to her.

Jian Lian raised her eyes, just looked at her and then lowered her eyes, looking at her nose and heart.

Zhuo Jian wanted to sit down beside her, but Fu Yanye raised her hand and pulled her to his side.

Zhuo Jian fell into his arms unsteadily, and raised her eyes to look at him dissatisfied.

"Sit next to me."

Fu Yanye only mentioned something in a low voice, but his eyes were very serious.

Zhuo Jian thought of what happened upstairs, so she sat beside him according to him.

Fu Yanye clasped her hand, Jian Lian looked at her, and asked curiously: "It is said that you two have been secretly married for more than three years, haven't you bought a wedding ring yet?"

Fu Yanye's calm face immediately turned cold again.

Zhuo Jian also looked at the entangled hands of the two of them a little uncomfortably.

"What Mr. Jian said is that it is not appropriate to wear the ring any more."

Fu Yanye held her hand, looked at her and said to her in a blink of an eye.

Zhuo Jianjian also looked at him, thinking that he seemed to be begging her for a wedding ring.

Seeing her doubts, Fu Yanye reminded her: "Just the pair you bought when I helped Lin Ruxiang buy them last time can be used as our wedding rings."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was stunned.

She almost forgot about it.

But now when he reminded him, it immediately came to mind clearly.

That day, he also wore a man's ring, and he made her spend all her savings to buy the pair of rings.

But that is at best a couple ring, right?

Zhuo Jian didn't understand why he was wearing that, but the pair of rings should be lying in her small apartment by now, in the first drawer of her bedside table.

Jian Lian watched the confrontation between their young couple's brows and eyes, looked at the time on the watch, and reminded: "Let's hurry up, and you young couple can talk about the ring at another time?"

"Ok!"

When Zhuo Jian heard Jian Lian's words, she felt as if she had been pardoned, and quickly agreed to him sweetly.

Fu Yanye pinched her ring finger hard, and her face turned pale from the pain.

Not long after, Jian Lian's assistant took Zhuo Jian to try on the wedding dress. Fu Yanye was alone with Jian Lian, and Jian Lian laughed at him: "My childhood sweetheart has been around for so many years, can't we get it right?"

"The future is long, isn't it?"

Fu Yanye asked him with his dark eyes half down.

Jian Lian nodded: "The future is quite long, but it is also very short, just like me, I became a golden bachelor if I didn't pay attention."

Fu Yanye laughed subconsciously after hearing this. This great designer used to have a girlfriend and almost got married, but...

"She loves you very much! But she also knows how to restrain herself."

Jian Lian said something again.

Fu Yanye glanced at him almost distrustingly.

"If a girl restrains her feelings too much, she is basically hurt."

Jian Lian said again.

Fu Yanye narrowed her phoenix eyes, looked at him with a sigh of relief, and waited for him to continue.

"If you are the one who hurt her, if you want to save her, you will have to pay ten times more patience and tenderness than ordinary men."

"..."

ten times?

Fu Yanye frowned.

"Don't try to tie a woman with a child. A woman will only become more independent because of a child."

Jian Lian said a few more words.

Fu Yanye just felt very depressed. This person only asked him to design a wedding dress. Who asked him to give such advice?

Seeing that he was unhappy and didn't care, Jian Lian drank some tea.

When she was walking down the stairs in a white wedding dress, Jian Lian couldn't take her eyes off her at all.

Zhuo Jian gently walked down the safety railing, and two assistants behind her helped her lift the hem of the skirt.

Her long hair has been coiled up, and her feet are wearing crystal high heels.

She is as beautiful as jade, so she must be like this at the moment.

Jian Lian seemed to have found her muse again, and was temporarily speechless with excitement.

Fu Yanye, on the other hand, followed his gaze and looked towards the stairs in a blink of an eye.

Her own skin is as white as milk, and when she is shy, there will be a layer of powder. She is tall and slender, and she is even more delicate and soft when she puts on that white wedding dress.

Zhuo Jian stepped down on high heels and let out a tired breath.

Jian Lian put down her teacup, stood up and walked in front of her.

Fu Yanye was still sitting there with his legs crossed, staring straight at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart tightened when he saw it.

His black eyes were too cold.

Jian Lian approached, looked at her waist and said in a low voice: "Ms. Zhuo's food is good recently, her waist has become wider."

"Yes, is it?"

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat, and she subconsciously glanced at the man sitting on the sofa.

Jian Lian looked at the direction she was looking at, and asked, "What do you think, Mr. Fu?"

Fu Yanye put down the teacup he was playing with, got up, walked in front of her with long legs, and looked at her waist.