I don't deserve your love

"it's me!"

He said very lightly!

Zhuo Jian raised her hand and patted his face lightly: "Hey! It's hot! It's not a hallucination!"

Fu Yanye's heart ached, he took her hand away from her face, and grabbed her irritably: "Don't drink so much in the future."

Zhuo Jian smiled, then leaned into his arms: "Okay!"

Fu Yanye's heart was suddenly turbulent, smelling the fragrance of her hair, he unconsciously increased his strength while holding her hand.

Su Bai was just worried that she would not be able to go home after drinking too much, but he could only stop after following up.

Fu Yanye entered the room with her arms around her.

Fu Yanye!

Is he really worried?

He also keeps saying that he doesn't like that type!

Even Ruxiang said that his heart hurts, he was numb and just took her to the hospital.

Fu Yanye took her into the room, closed the door, looked down at her so drunk that she couldn't keep her eyes open, and asked her, "Would you like to go to the sofa or the bed?"

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian's eyelids moved, her slightly drunken face raised, but in the end she pressed firmly on his chest again: "Whatever!"

"whatever?"

Fu Yanye's Adam's apple tightened.

Zhuo Jian raised her head vigorously, opened her long eyelashes for a moment, and looked at him straightly: "Go to the sofa or the bed!"

After hearing this, Fu Yanye's eyes darkened even more like the sea: "Then go to bed!"

Zhuo Jian lowered her head again, closed it in his arms, was picked up from the ground by him, and hugged directly towards the bedroom.

Fu Yanye put her on the bed. She was thin and thin, and she rolled into it with a slight roll. Then, with one hand behind her ear, she lay on her side and smiled silly at him.

"what are you doing?"

"come here!"

She gave a soft sound.

Fu Yanye was lying beside her, looking at her with black eyes, knowing that she really drank too much.

Zhuo Jian suddenly put her hand on his heart and pushed him away, and then the person landed on him.

A head of long hair hangs between the two of them, covering their faces.

She was drunk like a fool, pinching Fu Yanye's face with both hands: "I hate you!"

Fu Yanye's heart was already in full swing, but these words were like pouring cold water on his heart.

"Why are you like this? You are the one who sent the divorce agreement, and you are the one who won't get divorced. What do you think of me? A spinning top? I just stood there and asked you to dial back and forth."

While talking, Zhuo Jian waved her hands back and forth in front of his eyes, as if she had a spinning top in her hand.

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand, her face immediately pressed against his, and gnawed his nose.

"Ok!"

Zhuo Jian snorted sadly, and Fu Yanye passively kissed her chin, and hearing that coquettish sound, immediately hugged her slender waist, and threw her under him with one body: "Zhuo Jian !"

"what?"

She grumbled stubbornly.

Fu Yanye felt that there was a fire in her body, and looking at her dissatisfied face, the fire became more and more intense.

Her lips were still so pink that he couldn't help but bow his head to kiss her.

She was drunk and struggled immediately when she felt someone kiss her.

She covered her mouth: "No kissing, this is Fu Yanye's!"

Fu Yanye's heart softened suddenly, his voice softened a lot, and he coaxed: "Then who am I?"

Zhuo Jian opened her eyes and looked at the person in front of her in a daze: "You look like Fu Yanye!"

"Fool! I am Fu Yanye!"

"You're not! Fu Yanye wouldn't treat me like this. Fu Yanye loves Lin Ruxiang, Lin Ruxiang!"

Zhuo Jian became drunk and yelled.

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand that was waving wildly in mid-air, looked at her face reddened by alcohol, and felt extremely agitated.

What he loves is Lin Ruxiang, why does he appear here?

"Fu Yanye is a bastard, he made my heart hurt to death!"

Zhuo Jian burst into tears suddenly, getting more and more sad, the child was crying with anger.

"Jane!"

"Ah Jian is dead! Ah Jian's father is dead, her mother is dead, and Ah Jian is also dead!"

When Zhuo Jian heard that A Jian, she seemed to have returned to her childhood. Those who called her sincerely were all dead, and she seemed to be dead even though she was alive.

"Ah Jian is not dead! Ah Jian is alive and well!"

"She's dead! Here she is, dead!"

Zhuo Jian pointed to her heart, her voice became weak.

In the originally small room, there was actually some sadness at this moment.

Fu Yanye wiped her tears: "How could she die? She is so good!"

"He doesn't care, he only likes Lin Ruxiang, he ordered her a wedding dress, he healed her wounds, he doesn't want Ah Jian."

The more Zhuo Jian talked, the more wronged she became, and then she burst into tears.

"How could he not want her?"

Fu Yanye murmured, hearing her cry more and more sadly, he lowered his eyes to kiss her tears.

Her tears are salty.

Zhuo Jian vaguely felt that someone was kissing her again, like Fu Yanye.

She also hooked his neck, and sent her wine-smelling little mouth up.

Fu Yanye put her hand over his heart, from the shirt.

Zhuo Jian touched a certain place and moved unconsciously.

Fu Yanye kissed her lips and hooked, and couldn't help murmuring: "Little villain!"

When Zhuo Jian's cold little hands touched the warm chest, she couldn't help but keep touching it, as if searching for something.

The bed became messy for a while, Fu Yanye looked at the woman who had been chasing his body, her breathing became tight and restrained, and the expression on her face became more and more serious.

Zhuo Jian put her hands behind his back and pressed him hard against herself.

The two people are separated by a layer of fabric, and the body temperature is transmitted to each other.

Fu Yanye soon heard his heart beating faster, he looked in that direction in disbelief, and then looked at the drunk woman.

He doesn't believe it!She could make his heart beat so easily.

"Fu Yanye!"

She cried out again.

Fu Yanye almost lost his life in an instant.

She usually calls him Ye Shao politely, and only calls him Fu Yanye when she is in a hurry.

However, at this moment, in her dream, the voice of Fu Yanye was yelled by her repeatedly, with ripples.

"Ok!"

He couldn't help but agreed, making the whole quiet space suddenly ambiguous.

"Don't send me away, okay?"

She softly begged!

Fu Yanye shook his body and mind, "Okay!"

Time went back to three years ago, and he threw her a card in cold blood: "I will call you back if something happens, and you can study hard there without my permission, and don't go back to China."

At that time, did she not want to leave?

But she got on the plane without asking him.

Since that time, it has been three years since she left!

Fu Yanye was so upset when he thought of what happened three years ago, he could only hold her small face, block her nonsense mouth, and suck kisses again and again.

"Fu Yanye!"

"Stop barking!"

He ordered, kissing more forcefully!

But as soon as she got the neutral position, she murmured again: "Fu Yanye!"

"Zhuo Jian, I don't care if you call again, believe it or not?"

Fu Yanye looked at the woman with tears in the corners of her eyes, and suddenly became angry and annoyed!