I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye's hand next to him moved slightly, and Zhuo Jian immediately held his hand far away.

Fu Yanye: "..."

"I have to go to work tomorrow."

Zhuo Jian looked outside and reminded her.

Fu Yanye was helpless, and pressed his fingers lightly on the side.

After the door was unlocked, Zhuo Jian immediately pushed the door and got out of the car, and walked away without looking back.

Not even a goodbye.

He held the steering wheel tightly with his wedding ring hand, and his mind was full of the distance between the two during these days.

It's been a long time, and he didn't dare to get close to her easily, for fear that she would treat him as a hooligan, a beast, and think about animals from the bottom of his body.

Fu Yanye watched her figure walk into the aisle with dark eyes, until the phone in his pocket rang.

It was Lin Jiaoyang.

He picked it up: "I'll be there right away."

-

The next morning's news was that Lin Jiaoyang was entertaining local rich men in the clubhouse, and Fu Yanye was sitting in the most conspicuous position, and beside him were two girls with less cloth.

As soon as Zhuo Jian arrived at the TV station, Ouyang Ping couldn't help complaining: "You guys have only been divorced for a few days, and didn't he always claim to be a clean freak?"

Zhuo Jian only smiled slightly after hearing this, she couldn't deny that she was really upset, but what she was more curious about was, why did he hang out with Lin Jiaoyang?

If Lin Jiaoyang was really the culprit who indirectly or directly caused his father's suicide, Zhuo Jian naturally hoped that Fu Yanye would keep a distance from him.

But now that the marriage is divorced, she no longer has the right status to tell him that.

The new show is going to air before the new year, so they have to move fast, and as a producer, she has to do a lot of things herself.

After several days of continuous work, she was exhausted, and suddenly her assistant ran over: "Sister Jian, Mr. Fu is here."

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian was talking to the staff, when she heard this, she looked at her assistant suspiciously.

"I also brought the baby."

The assistant was a little excited.

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian couldn't help turning her eyes to the entrance.

He did come, still holding the baby.

Zhuo Jian's back, which had been bent for a long time, was extremely stiff and painful when she got up, so she moved slowly.

In May, he walked towards her in a comfortable casual T-shirt with a doll in his arms.

Zhuo Jian's heart was beating wildly. Seeing him approaching, she subconsciously looked around. Sure enough, everyone's eyes were on their father and son.

Fu Yanye murmured: "The son can call mother now, I'll bring him here and let him listen to you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked down, the little thing in his arms who could call mother was sleeping soundly now.

Fu Yanye also looked at him, and then said a little unhappy: "I was awake just now."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just sighed helplessly, and then told the staff next to her: "You guys discuss it first, and get off work in half an hour, I'll take a step first."

"Row."

The staff didn't say anything else. After all, her husband is very aura when he wears a suit and leather shoes, and he scares everyone when he wears a T-shirt.

No one knew that they were divorced, and they still wore rings on their hands.

Fu Yanye said that he didn't want to make something earth-shattering, it would be a big blow to the company and the elders.

Zhuo Jian took her son from his arms and asked him, "Let's go too."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye agreed and followed her forward.

The staff handed her her bag, Zhuo Jian held her son in one hand, and was about to pick it up with the other, Fu Yanye cut off the bag halfway: "Give it to me."

He has a cleanliness freak, he holds the bag for her, but he doesn't touch the place that others have touched, but...

I don't know how many people have touched her bag.

After going out, Zhuo Jian wanted to drive her own car, and Fu Yanye followed her.

Zhuo Jian turned her head: "You don't have to see us off."

"How do you hug him while driving?"

"It's not that I haven't brought him before, it's getting late, you go back."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye snatched the child from her arms again, picked her up and said to her, "It's not safe, I can't let my son suffer danger with you."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"I didn't even drive by myself, and I asked Uncle Zhou to go back. You take me, walk to the gate of the community and put me down."

Hearing what he said, Zhuo Jian felt that it was not impossible, so she didn't argue.

It just so happened that he got too close to Lin Jiaoyang recently, so she also wanted to ask him a few words.

But when she got into the car, the short journey was over before she could organize her words.

She didn't know how to ask.

Fu Yanye was sitting in the back holding the child. He didn't expect to arrive at the door so soon. Unconsciously, he was a little bored and looked down at his precious son.

"Wow!"

"what happened?"

The little guy cried suddenly, and Fu Yanye asked nervously.

Zhuo Jian turned her head to look, got out of the car immediately, and went to the back.

When Fu Yanye saw her sitting next to him, although he didn't close the car door, he couldn't help but his heart skipped a beat.

He could even smell the perfume on her body. She changed to a different perfume, which didn't smell good.

but……

Because it was her, he didn't reject her very much, but when Zhuo Jian carried the child to coax her, he asked, "Why did you change the perfume?"

"A lifetime is so long, there are many things that can be changed, not just perfume."

"..."

To Fu Yanye, what she said was equivalent to saying that her husband can be changed, and there is nothing else that cannot be changed.

Fu Yanye gently pinched the corner of her clothes with his hands behind his back, watching her gently pat his son, who fell asleep in her arms again, but his mouth moved, as if he was hungry.

Zhuo Jian's own milk, water has not been much, and it is even less these days, but it seems to be just enough tonight, enough for him to eat, and turned to look at Fu Yanye: "I'll take him back, he seems to be hungry."

"Do you have milk powder?"

"..."

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes from her side, and saw that her face was a little red, and after thinking of something, he whispered: "Then you hug him like this, and I will take you to Shengyuan, where it is more spacious."

"No, just go back to myself."

After Zhuo Jian said so, Fu Yanye drove directly to her again.

When Zhuo Jianjian got out of the car, he got out of the car first, and opened the door for her: "be careful."

He put his hand on the roof to protect her, reminding her.

Zhuo Jian looked at him after getting out of the car with the child in her arms: "Thanks for your hard work."

"..."

Fu Yanye felt that it was outrageous for her to say the word "hard work" to him.

"I recently had some negotiations with Lin Jiaoyang, you..."

"That's your business, please take out the bag for me, please?"

Everything on her phone is in there.

Fu Yanye went to get her bag again, but still couldn't help but look at her: "You will know in a few days, and I will give you an explanation."

Zhuo Jian looked at him and thought, what should I explain?

Lin Ruxiang is in charge of many matters of the Lin family now, and he and Lin Ruxiang are together again. Is this an explanation to her?

"Just be yourself. You don't need to explain to me. I'm leaving. Goodbye."

Zhuo Jian hugged the child and went to get the bag, but Fu Yanye suddenly didn't let go.

Zhuo Jian looked up at him and reminded: "Let go."

"Are you happy to divorce me? Finally, you can be an independent new woman, and no one will care about you in the future."

Not only did Fu Yanye not let go, but he even questioned it.

He just couldn't understand that she begged him for a divorce so weakly that he softly agreed, and then she was like a different person.

She said she didn't hate him, but her attitude towards him now told him that she might as well hate him.

"Why are you having a fit all of a sudden? Return the bag to me quickly, Chengcheng is hungry, and I want to go home."

[The author has something to say]

There are still three shifts this morning. Lianlian is out of order. I will send them all before ten o’clock. I love you all.