I don't deserve your love

"Please come in."

The familiar male voice inside let her in with a unique bearing.

Only then did Zhuo Jian open the door, and she saw a familiar woman sitting beside Fu Yanye, teasing Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye turned his face to Zhao Ran's ear, not knowing what he was joking about, but when he saw her in the blink of an eye, the smile in his eyes suddenly disappeared, and he asked her coldly, "Who told you to come up?"

"I'm coming up myself."

Zhuo Jian always felt that his words were familiar, but she didn't know when and where he told whom, and she didn't have the time to think about it. She came to have a child.

Fu Yanye looked at her coldly, "I said, it won't be too late to come to me after a year."

"I can't wait that long."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, maybe she was disappointed to a certain extent, so she no longer fantasized about his kindness.

There was no warmth in her eyes either, it was just a pain in her heart.

She was thankful that no one could see what was going on in her heart. She took two steps forward, glanced at Zhao Ran, then looked at him and asked, "Do you want to say it in front of Ms. Zhao?"

Fu Yanye looked at her, and suddenly sneered, "What? Is there anything between us that we can't say in front of Miss Zhao?"

His hands were wrapped around Zhao Ran's hair, but his eyes were fixed on Zhuo Jian.

Zhuo Jian's heart sank again, she nodded and said, "Okay, you return the child to me, and the conditions are up to you."

"Let you die?"

"Then how do they grow up? We all know it's not true, get another one."

Zhuo Jian took a deep breath and tried to talk to him rationally.

"You go out first."

Fu Yanye moved his hand away from behind Zhao Ran, and said lightly.

Zhao Ran gave him an ambiguous look, "Then I'll look for you later."

Fu Yanye didn't speak anymore, she got up, and when she walked to Zhuo Jian's side, she greeted generously: "Mrs. Fu."

Zhuo Jian thought it was funny, why bother to put on airs.

Fu Yanye also glanced at Zhao Ran. The word Mrs. Fu sounds extremely ironic now.

Zhao Ran nodded, and subconsciously glanced at Fu Yanye. He didn't respond, so she turned and left, but she was a little confused after going out.

Why didn't Fu Yanye stop her when she heard her calling Mrs. Fu?

If Zhuo Jian really gave him a cuckold, how could he allow others to call Zhuo Jian Mrs. Fu?

After Zhao Ran left, the office was suddenly icy cold.

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes like knives: "You want those twins back?"

"Yes."

Zhuo Jian endured her anger and looked at him, telling herself to talk to him patiently.

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and smiled slightly, "Which one is more important, Chengcheng or the twins?"

He looked at her and suddenly wanted to know, in her heart, whose child is more important to her?

Is it Sheng Xin?

Otherwise, why would she hate him so much, but never leave Sheng Xin?

"They all come out of my stomach, which one is equally important."

Zhuo Jian didn't understand why he asked such an idiotic question.

For a mother, all her children are the flesh that falls from her body, and they are all the same.

Fu Yanye shook his head, picked up Zhao Ran's used teacup on the table and threw it into the trash can next to him, then wiped his fingers vigorously with a paper towel, his face was extremely cold and disgusted, and he said: "It won't be equally important, there will always be one that is more important."

"Fu Yanye, what exactly do you want to return them to me?"

Stop playing with words, she just wants her baby back.

"Or is it the father of the twins that you care most about? Are you begging me for him? Has he tasted what it's like to lose a child? Has he shown you that he wants to die? Did he say he wanted to kill me to vent your anger? Um?"

Fu Yanye's every word is full of unbearable hatred.

How dare she fall in love with another man, and still want to get something back from him?

"Fu Yanye, you already have oranges."

Zhuo Jian knew that he hated her being with Sheng Xin, but how could he be so greedy?

She couldn't beat him, she was helpless.

Zhuo Jian walked over, squatted beside him, and looked at him humbly with tears in her eyes, "Fu Yanye, can you give them back to me? They are still young and cannot be separated from their mother."

"What about Chengcheng? Is he old? Who told him to call his mother in the middle of the night, but the whole room echoed? Have you ever cared about his feelings?"

Fu Yanye looked down at the woman squatting in front of him, seeing her hands resting on his arms, and said with extreme disgust, "Take your hands away."

Zhuo Jian couldn't take it away, she held his arm tightly, she looked at him more humblely, "You took Cheng Cheng away, I didn't want him to leave me."

"You didn't think about it? When you had a baby with another man, how could you still think that you have a one-year-old child?"

"no."

"Not what?"

"I haven't forgotten, I've never forgotten, at that time..."

"At that time, you thought he was dead, so you rushed to make another one to replace him, didn't you? Then you felt better, so when I went to ask for Chengcheng, you would give him back to me so easily."

Fu Yanye looked at her, every word was like a needle piercing her heart.

But he still didn't think it was enough, he was so cold and arrogant, so hateful, he said: "What right do you have to talk to me here? What right do you have to pretend to be humble in front of me? Do you think I will still believe you?"

He suddenly pinched her jaw with one hand. At this moment, he really wanted to crush her.

Zhuo Jian half-kneeled on the ground, tears streaming down her face, "You make a condition, as long as you return the two of them to me, I will promise you anything."

"I want you to do a lot, but I won't let you see those two evils again."

"..."

Evil species?

Zhuo Jian looked at him, on the night of August [-]th last year.

Although he has been very careful, it may be God's will.

Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked him, "What do you want me to do?"

"I want you dead."

"Death? Do you think I like my rotten life very much?"

Ever since she thought that Cheng Cheng was dead, she no longer wanted to live.

She has nothing, he doesn't love her, and her family is gone, so what's the point of her being alone in the world?

She was devastated.

But she was pregnant with Chengli and Chengqing.

"Isn't it rare? Then show me if you die."

Fu Yanye pinched her chin, his dark eyes flicked from the side of her face to her pink neck, he pinched it even harder.

"Fu Yanye, let me take them..."

"Shut up, you're disgusting now that you're dirty."

He looked at her, feeling as if his heart was being stabbed, she didn't care about him and her son at all, her mind was full of those two children and Sheng Xin.

Zhuo Jian's two lines of tears slid down her face and fell into the palm where he was pinching her chin.

Fu Yanye felt the wet liquid in his palm, and immediately shook her off.

Zhuo Jian collapsed on the ground, angry and helpless.

"What will it take for you to give them back to me? Please, they're so young, they..."

"Stab yourself and I'll let you see them."

Fu Yanye suddenly reached out to pick up the fruit knife on the table and threw it directly on the ground.