I don't deserve your love

Yuan Man: "Yes, I'm already waiting for you outside."

"Okay, I'll go see him."

Zhuo Jian listened, nodded and walked out.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia looked at her fluttering long clothes and tried to stop her, but she walked too fast.

The moon on the fifteenth day is really round, so round that it seems that all the good things are gathered here.

She walked out with a heavy heart.

But he was the only one there in the empty square.

He was so tall and big, wearing a black suit, and he was completely out of the night, as if he was a little lonely.

The annoyance in Zhuo Jian's heart quietly disappeared.

He was just afraid of her worrying.

Think about it as just a small fever, so don't make a fuss about it.

Big holiday.

Fu Yanye felt that someone was looking at him on the steps. He who was wandering below stopped and looked away.

She was wearing a blue Hanfu, and she hadn't even taken off her hair.

What a fairy.

At that moment, he couldn't move his eyes away, nor could he step forward.

Some time and space confusion feeling.

Zhuo Jian stepped down one step at a time and walked to him.

The full moon shone above their heads.

The distance between the two was less than one meter. Zhuo Jian had already realized that she had passed on the costume, so she smiled helplessly and asked him, "Does the costume look good?"

"nice."

He was reluctant to touch the pretty one, for fear of breaking her if he touched it.

Her delicate skin is very suitable for this clear and light color.

Fu Yanye looked at her entangled hands, and then reached out to untie her, holding one tightly, "I have to hold on tight, if I accidentally let you fly away, I will regret it all my life Passed."

Zhuo Jian laughed after hearing this.

Fu Yanye couldn't bear to see her smile like that anymore, so he pulled her into his arms and hugged her tightly.

Zhuo Jian felt her heart hurt from being hit, and she lay in his arms to resist in a low voice: "Fu Yanye, do you want to hit me to death?"

"Why am I willing to? I'm afraid it will melt in my mouth."

Fu Yanye murmured, let go of her a little, and held her powder-covered face in his hands.

He really couldn't see this kind of thing before, let alone smell such a strong smell.

The cosmetics in the stage are actually good, but they are still far from what he wants.

At home, Zhuojian's cosmetics are all top-notch.

But he felt that he shouldn't be so weird tonight, he just wanted to kiss his girl.

He kissed without any hesitation, and was entangled in love.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia watched from a distance and did not dare to disturb them.

At this time, there are only occasional people who come out after the performance, and they all get into their cars in a hurry, rushing home to go to the reunion.

But when they saw the two of them kissing, some celebrities still couldn't help asking, "Is that the actor tonight? Why did you kiss a man here? I'm not afraid of being photographed by reporters."

"That's our boss and his wife."

Chang Xia immediately stared at him with big eyes and reminded him.

When the actor and manager heard her explanation, they immediately got into the car and left as if they remembered something.

But Zhuo Jian finally remembered that there was a reporter, and hurriedly raised his hand to press his neck, and slowly separated the two, "Get in the car first."

Her voice was hoarse after being kissed by him.

Seeing her blushing and delicate appearance, Fu Yanye asked her in a low voice: "Are we still afraid of reporters?"

"Oops, let's go."

After all, you don’t have to show it to others.

Zhuo Jian wanted to open the car door by herself, but Fu Yanye immediately hugged her up: "With me here, this car door is just for decoration, forget?"

"annoying."

Zhuo Jian scolded him coquettishly, fastened her seat belt, and lowered her head to stop looking at him.

Fu Yanye also quickly jumped into the car from the other side.

The hood is closed when leaving.

During the Mid-Autumn Festival, the night is cold.

The two of them returned to Shengyuan, they hadn't been back for two days, but it felt like half a century.

After Zhuo Jian entered the door, she took off her high-heeled shoes and said to him, "I'm going to take off my makeup first, can I take a bath?"

"Wait, are you ready to take off your clothes?"

"Ok?"

"I haven't taken it off yet, this kind."

Fu Yanye's eyes reminded her of her thoughts.

Zhuo Jian blushed, "Stop making trouble."

Fu Yanye smiled, and picked her up from the ground again, "I only have one woman in my life, and that is you, Mrs. Fu."

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to occupy the high ground in the bathroom again.

She was carried by him on the sink outside, his hands slowly swimming on her long gown.

He was looking for a place to untie his clothes, but Zhuo Jian felt that he must be teasing her on purpose.

Fu Yanye received her spoiled and angry eyes, but only looked at her, and immediately studied her clothes intently.

Zhuo Jian sighed and reminded: "This dress of mine has been touched by many people."

Fu Yanye stopped immediately in the next second, looking straight at her with black eyes.

Zhuo Jian also looked at him, "I also hugged you with many people, didn't I sleep with my arms all day long? Has your cleanliness got better?"

"It's not good, it's just that when I see you, I can't help it."

Fu Yanye murmured earnestly.

Zhuo Jian watched him stop talking, Fu Yanye's hand finally landed on the bow on the back of her waist, and then gently tugged.

The bow was undone and her gown was loose.

But there seem to be several more in there.

He picked one by one, and finally Zhuo Jian finally held his hand: "Boss Fu, you can do it if you want, but I have to settle an account with you first."

"Calculate?"

"Yes, settle the accounts."

Zhuo Jian stared at him with bright eyes, suddenly serious.

Fu Yanye's eyes drooped slightly, and he looked at her again a second later, smiled slightly, and asked, "Did Mom call you?"

"You're hiding something as important as your son's fever from me? You don't know that mother and child are connected, the more I don't know, the more worried I am?"

"I just want to have a good Mid-Autumn Festival with my wife. Is there something wrong?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him without arguing with him.

Fu Yanye sighed helplessly: "Isn't it an example?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian nodded.

Seeing her nodding, Fu Yanye immediately became happy again and said, "I'll help you remove your makeup."

He really can do it.

Help her undress, help her remove makeup, and help her take a bath.

Zhuo Jian's childhood dreams have all come true.

Fortunately, there was enough foam in the bathtub, so she wouldn't be too embarrassed when he was washing.

Fu Yanye kissed her shoulder and murmured, "You seem to have lost weight again."

"Do you not like it?"

Zhuo Jian asked him curiously.

Fu Yanye was very serious, "I don't like it, I like my wife's chubby."

"Then may I like my husband to be honest with me?"

"for example……"

"For example, it's okay to tell me about my son's fever. We have had a fever once or twice a year since we were young, right? Isn't there scientific proof that fever is detoxification? In the future, tell me about such trivial things, okay?"

"Such a trivial matter, do you still need us to fly over?"

Fu Yanye asked her back.

Zhuo Jian: "I've already booked a ticket for tomorrow morning at six o'clock."

Fu Yanye frowned, "So fast?"

"Of course it's okay if it's just a fever, but as soon as Cheng Cheng wakes up, she cries to find her mother. I can't just wait at home for a call."

"Wait for me a day?"

"Fly over by yourself when you're done, and my son and I will wait for you over there."

Zhuo Jian hugged his neck and said softly.