I don't deserve your love

The little brother knew that his cold joke was not funny enough, hehe, he turned around and returned to his seat.

"When did Madam learn this skill? It looks good. Could it be for Mr. Fu?"

The master chatted with her.

Zhuo Jian smiled, "I learned it for him, but when I was very young, now my hands are very raw."

"You look like you can cook. As the saying goes, to control a man's heart, you must first control his stomach. You are so handsome and intelligent, no wonder Mr. Fu can't do without you. Isn't he very nice in private? get along?"

The master also gossips.

Zhuo Jian smiled politely, and said softly, "He's not easy to get along with."

He doesn't show much expression when he's at home.

Many are...

eyes?

temperament?

"Young Madam, please tell us more about you and Mr. Fu. Everyone wants to know, right?"

"Yes."

When one person yelled, the whole kitchen cooperated.

But the atmosphere is really getting more and more relaxed gradually.

Even Yuan Man and Chang Xia couldn't help laughing.

Zhuo Jian talked about the embarrassing things when they were young, and the moon cakes were made very happily.

It was after eight o'clock that Zhuo Jian went back upstairs again.

Fu Yanye was still on the bed, lying lazily against the head of the bed, with one hand on the back of his head, and the other hand playing with her mobile phone to watch her enter the door.

Zhuo Jian thought he was still snoozing, maybe he had a headache from drinking too much last night, but unexpectedly, he woke up.

The plate she was carrying was immediately put behind her.

"You, why don't you go out when you wake up?"

Zhuo Jian asked him a little coquettishly.

Fu Yanye stretched his long legs, and said in a beautiful voice, "Wait for my wife to bring me breakfast."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked into his dark eyes, feeling like he already knew what she was taking.

The little thin legs were bent and wanted to kneel on the bed, but found that the knees hurt and it was too difficult, so I sat down and brought the plate in front of him, "Hey."

Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows, "Wow."

"..."

Wow?What?

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.

"As expected."

Fu Yanye threw the phone away, picked up the beautiful heart-shaped moon cake and looked at it several times in front of her eyes, then her black eyes suddenly shot at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart skipped a beat.

Fu Yanye squinted her phoenix eyes and asked her, "Just made one?"

"did much."

Zhuo Jian said, put the plate away casually, lay down in his arms, looked at the moon cake in his hand and murmured, "But only this one is the most special."

"I liked to give me heart-shaped mooncakes when I was young, and I still give them this kind when I grow up."

"Then what do you like?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously and asked.

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes for a moment, and then said when he broke the mooncake, "If it's made with red bean filling, it's OK."

Only then did Zhuo Jian realize that he still remembered it all.

Fu Yanye put half of it on the plate, then broke the other half in half, put one half in his mouth, and the other half in Zhuo Jian's mouth.

It's still red bean stuffing, but today, the relationship between the two is not as awkward as it used to be.

No, or should I say, he is not so awkward anymore.

When I liked someone when I was young, I was so nervous, I was so nervous that I was at a loss, I wanted to see someone every day but I dared not.

For a while he thought that he should simply hate her.

But I hate why the heartbeat is so fast?

For many years, he was not sure about their relationship, and so many things happened later, it felt like a past life.

but now……

Fu Yanye looked down at the woman who was eating mooncakes, and asked her softly, "Is it still sweet?"

"Sweet, but I added five cents of sugar, how about making you sugar-free next year?"

Zhuo Jian felt that he couldn't taste such sweetness.

Fu Yanye turned around and put the plate behind her, and hugged her, "I can accept how sweet it is, as long as it's made by you."

I heard that she did it last night, but I didn't expect to go again this morning.

Was she like this when she was a child?

In order to make moon cakes for him, I went over and over again.

Holding her in his arms, Fu Yanye suddenly felt like he had found a treasure.

"Jane."

"Ok?"

"Don't leave me in this life."

he suddenly said softly.

"There's no reason to leave."

Zhuo Jian hugged him and said with emotion.

At that time, I really wanted to leave, because my father asked him for help, but he ignored it in cold blood.

But the French Open is back, how can he help?

Once you think about some things, you let them go.

If he didn't let go, she gave up, some obsessions.

Zhuo Jian remembered that her mobile phone was in his hand just now, and asked him, "Did someone call me just now?"

"No, I checked the time."

Fu Yanye turned back to her, lowered his eyes and kissed her suddenly.

Zhuo Jian looked at him with clear eyes, "Don't come."

"What's wrong? Scared?"

Fu Yanye murmured ambiguously, kissing her pink skin all at once.

Zhuo Jian muttered: "It's not that I'm afraid, it's just..."

"It's not that I'm afraid to play for a while. I won't see you until very late at night."

Fu Yanye pressed her under his body again.

-

At ten o'clock in the evening it was Zhuo Jian's program. Zhuo Jian was a little anxious waiting, and the phone rang several times. Finally, Yuan Man couldn't help but handed the phone to her, and whispered in her ear: "It's my wife, I've already called you." Several times."

Wearing a Hanfu, Zhuo Jian glanced at her vibrating cell phone, and then quietly slipped out of the crowd with it to answer the phone.

"Jian Jian, oops, why did you answer the phone? Cheng Cheng has a fever and keeps crying."

"Fever? How many degrees?"

Zhuo Jian's heart tightened, but there was still a ray of reason in her mind that made her ask important things quickly.

"39 degrees five, we have already been hospitalized, but this child wakes up and cries, calling mother, I really have no choice but to call you, are you busy?"

"Busy, no, not busy, you say."

Zhuo Jian remembered seeing Fu Yanye holding her mobile phone in the morning, and he said at the time that he just checked the time.

It seems not.

And after a while of communication, she also asked that it was true that Wang Yue called her these two days to talk about Chengcheng.

But Fu Yanye didn't say a word to her.

Zhuo Jian's heart beat quickened again, and before she hung up the phone, she said seriously, "Mom, I'll book the earliest flight after tonight's show."

"it is good."

Wang Yue agreed, and soon hung up the phone and went back to the ward to take care of her precious grandson.

Zhuo Jian stood at the window for a long time and couldn't recover.

Chengcheng is sick, no wonder she has been restless these days, probably because mother and child are connected.

Zhuo Jian thought about it, and then immediately turned on her phone to search for the fastest flight.

It was too late tonight, but luckily the elders were all there, and she booked the air ticket tomorrow morning immediately.

"Teacher Zhuo."

Someone in the distance called her.

Zhuo Jian looked up and immediately put away the phone, "Here we come."

The program lasted 8 minutes, but when hanging Wia, there was still a small mistake, and she almost fell off the top.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia only trembled as they watched from behind.

Fortunately, at the end of the show, she quickly stepped off the stage after the curtain call.

Yuan Man cared beside her, "You didn't get hurt just now, did you?"

"It's okay, Mr. Fu is here?"

Zhuo Jian asked.