I don't deserve your love

This, the enemy's road is narrow?

She dared to go in.

Wang Rui straightened his hair and stood there in a casual suit, looking at her with too dark eyes.

Zhuo Jian thought about what Fu Yanye said would be there in 10 minutes, and now at least two minutes have passed. She felt that under the current situation, she should not die in these few minutes.

Lin Ruxiang attributed the child's death to her. What about this person?

Lin Ruxiang seemed to be his destiny, and Lin Ruxiang's words were even more like an imperial decree to him.

Unexpectedly, Wang Rui nodded to her.

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating wildly, trying to calm herself down, and nodded, "Buy a cake?"

"Miss Ruxiang likes to eat this cake."

Wang Rui returned to her.

Zhuo Jian nodded.

Then there was silence.

Wang Rui took the cake and turned to look at her suddenly before leaving.

Zhuo Jian thought she was safe, but when he turned around, she clenched her hands again in fright.

Wang Rui suddenly smiled, "Thank you for saving me that night."

Zhuo Jian was startled.

"And the child's matter, don't take it to heart, it has nothing to do with you."

"..."

Not long after Wang Rui left, Fu Yanye came over, took a few strides into the cake shop, and was relieved to see Zhuo Jian inside, "Was that Wang Rui just now?"

"Well! He said that the child's matter has nothing to do with me."

Zhuo Jian replied dully.

Fu Yanye laughed helplessly, and rubbed the top of her head, "What are you thinking? It has nothing to do with you."

Zhuojian smiled dully.

Fu Yanye also secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He was actually thinking about many things, but when he saw Wang Rui just now, he was really worried for a while.

Zhuo Jian also looked at him, but didn't understand what the look in his eyes meant.

It was Fu Yanye who suddenly smiled at her.

He knew that he couldn't help being nervous about anything related to her.

The two bought the favorite desserts of the elders, and then boarded the car.

On the way back, Fu Yanye asked her, "Did you go to the cake shop after lunch?"

"Uh……"

Zhuo Jian wondered how it was possible to stay in the cake shop all afternoon, thinking of Ouyang Ping's advice, she pursed her lips, and then looked out the window.

Fu Yanye glanced at her, and asked again: "Can't you tell?"

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, it's not that she can't, it's that she doesn't dare.

Fu Yanye didn't ask any more questions, but instead talked about where he and Su Bai went in the afternoon.

Zhuo Jian listened carefully, and they returned to the old house half an hour later.

It was just getting dark, and Fu Yanye was holding dessert in his hand. When Zhuo Jian approached, he put his idle hand on her waist: "Go in."

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian was actually not used to his action.

Every time his hand was placed on her waist, she felt that the part he touched was extremely hot, almost scalded.

However, she couldn't refuse.

He seems to enjoy the action.

After the meal, everyone ate desserts and drank tea, and the old lady brought out a string of jewelry from her youth.

The old lady smiled and said, "This is the betrothal gift his mother gave me when I married your grandfather. The meaning of this necklace is very good, so that the husband and wife can live together for a long time. It was originally passed down to your parents. Yes, but they gave it to me before you came, and let me pass it on to you personally, Jian Jian, this necklace belongs to you, I hope you will pass it on to your next generation, the next generation."

As the old lady spoke, she took out the necklace from the box and presented it to her with both hands.

Zhuo Jian was a little apprehensive, feeling that the way of passing the necklace was too solemn.

And she and Fu Yanye, in retrospect, did their grandparents, parents, and parents last so long?

Of course she hoped so, but she was afraid that the reality would hurt too much.

Wang Yue helped lift her hair up, and the old lady put the necklace around her neck.

The old lady and Wang Yue looked at the teeth marks on their necks, and they both pursed their lips and smiled without saying anything else.

There is also a simple necklace around Zhuo Jian's neck, which Fu Yanye bought for her grandma when she and Fu Yanye went to buy gifts for her that day. She has been wearing it recently and hasn't taken it off yet.

No one found it inappropriate.

Fu Yanye sat diagonally across from her, and was used to the elders always calling her to sit in front of her, but at this moment looking at her from his direction, his heart felt warm and heavy.

That woman would exude a fatal attraction to him at any time.

After returning to the room, Zhuo Jian went into the bathroom, took off the necklace, and put it back in the box.

Fu Yanye stood behind her, hugged her and asked, "Did you take it off so soon?"

"This is your family heirloom, what if it breaks after wearing it for a long time?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

"It's not your family, it's our family."

Fu Yanye corrected.

Zhuo Jian's heart warmed up, she picked up the box in a good mood, and looked at the string of necklaces seriously.

Although the necklace was decades ago, the Fu family was already rich at that time.

So facing such a valuable necklace, Zhuo Jian gently closed it, then looked up at the man holding her in the mirror: "You take care of it?"

Fu Yanye half-closed her phoenix eyes, looked up at the woman smiling gently in the mirror, and said in a low voice, "Women usually keep these things, right?"

"Our family is different! You are the head of the family!"

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye liked the words head of the family quite well, but he still refused, "You should keep the jewelry. I, the head of the family, will be in charge..."

This time the two did not look at each other in the mirror.

Zhuo Jian turned her head awkwardly and looked at him, his black eyes were gentle, "I will take care of you!"

Zhuo Jian felt hot again, keep her?

Zhuo Jian smiled and said nothing.

But Fu Yanye pestered her and turned her around, held her face in his arms and kissed her.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously wanted to lower her head to avoid it, but Fu Yanye lowered herself, and quickly held her face to make her look up.

Zhuo Jian's neck hurt from his kiss, and she finally grabbed the fabric around his waist.

Fu Yanye felt a temperature on his waist that didn't belong to him, and lifted her up from the ground in the next second.

On the sink, she sat with her head up and continued to accept his kiss.

Fu Yanye pressed his hands on the edge of the sink, kissing her not so hard, but more and more tenderly.

Zhuo Jian felt that she would be sucked into his stomach anytime.

Until he finally couldn't stand it anymore, he held the back of her head and kissed her deeply for a while, then picked her up from the sink.

Zhuo Jian put her arms around his neck reflexively, and wrapped her legs around his strong narrow waist.

Fu Yanye liked her action very much, although she was only worried about her subconscious action of falling.

After the shower fell, Fu Yanye turned on the switch.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously closed her eyes, and soon her mouth tasted something that didn't belong to them.

Fu Yanye hugged her against the wall, and put one hand on her back to help her cushion.

Zhuo Jian's breathing was a little messy.

He stopped and pressed against her forehead: "do you like me?"

Zhuo Jian blushed and whispered, "Hmm!"