I don't deserve your love

As the night got darker, there were two people on the bed.

Fu Yanye was wearing pajamas and pajamas, hugged her from behind, and whispered: "Good night."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Who said she wouldn't touch him if she didn't talk?

She was torn between pretending to be asleep and reminding him, until he whispered in her ear again: "Jian Jian, thank you, you are still willing to give birth to them under such circumstances."

Did he think it was for him?

Zhuo Jian moved forward a little, but her heels and upper body could move, only the middle was tightly held by him, and when she moved like this, he followed her, as if her posture became more ambiguous.

Her heart beat faster and she was about to speak.

"Your heart is beating so fast."

His hand fell from her pajamas to her heart.

Zhuo Jian's face turned red, and she also shook his hand, trying to push it away.

But the night was so late, she was so tired, and the man behind him seemed to have expected everything she wanted to do.

At that moment, only the moonlight outside the window shone on the bed.

He got up suddenly, turned her over, stared at her with dark eyes, "Stop pretending to be asleep?"

"Don't talk, right?"

Fu Yanye watched her turn her face away and ignore her coquettish appearance, and lowered her eyes to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian twisted her neck vigorously to avoid being kissed by him.

But not only did he not kiss her, he couldn't help but smile between his eyes when he looked at her frightened look with his black eyes.

Well, he missed her again.

He thought he had lost her completely.

But in this deep and cold night.

He was sent here after dinner, he thought, everything must not be a dream.

He came back to verify this.

His heart was extremely eager for her to respond, to tell him that she was the one who came back.

Even if she cut her hair short and wanted to start from scratch, it was the two of them who started from scratch.

That's not terrible.

As long as she doesn't think about leaving him anymore.

What hurt her the most?

Did she ask the doctor to tell him that they don't have to meet again in this life when she was dead in the hospital?

Or is it her and Sheng Xin's infatuation?

Deliberately pretending to be very close to Sheng Xin in front of him, calling her husband, saying that the baby belongs to Sheng Xin?

Fu Yanye was in a stalemate with her without haste, and he suddenly enjoyed this feeling very much.

She is in front of his eyes now, in his arms, and he is at his fingertips.

He gently touched her face with his hands, looked at her with gentle eyes, and kissed her eyebrows lightly.

Zhuo Jian couldn't dodge because he wouldn't really let her dodge.

He embraced her, and kissed her as gently as possible, feeling that her hand was constantly pushing against her heart.

He was familiar with this feeling, although it had been a long time since she had done it to him.

He murmured: "Baby, I want the feeling of you touching me, even if it's rejection."

Zhuo Jian's palms felt numb, and she wanted to let go immediately, but the chests of the two were stuck together, so she pressed against him again, feeling his strong heartbeat, feeling his hot heart.

Then his kiss moved from her skin to her lips.

His slow and lingering kiss seemed to swallow her into his stomach.

In his palm was her soft and slender waist, and her waist was a little cold, so he couldn't help pinching it twice more.

Zhuo Jian tucked her waist reflexively, but it fit him better.

Fu Yanye was happy in his heart, with the corners of his eyes turned up, and the kiss became more and more affectionate.

Zhuo Jian was so gagged that she was almost out of breath, and moved her hands from his heart to his shoulders, but with a little effort, he didn't hurt, and her shoulders hurt first.

"Humph."

She hummed sadly.

Fu Yanye slowly lifted the kiss, looked down and saw her in pain, suddenly remembered the picture she took, and gently held her shoulder and whispered: "It hurts here?"

Zhuo Jian didn't want to answer him, but just wanted to turn her back to him.

But Fu Yanye hugged her into his arms, "Sleep in my arms."

Zhuo Jian didn't want to sleep in his arms, Zhuo Jian wanted to stay away from him.

But he said, "Let me hold you so that your body will be warmer. The doctor said you need to keep warm."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was very speechless, he could ask her to add more clothes, and she couldn't sleep in his arms.

But she overestimated herself.

Not long after, she yielded in his arms and fell asleep.

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The next morning, it was still a fine day.

Fu Yanye was looking for someone to give Zhuo Jian physical therapy, and was learning how to massage her legs from the nurse, when someone knocked on the door.

Fu Yanye raised his eyes.

Yuan Man stood at the door: "Boss, Mr. Zhao and Ms. Zhao came to see Madam."

Fu Yanye stopped pressing Zhuo Jian's legs, and looked coldly at the person who walked in.

Not long after the staff left, Zhuo Jian's shoulders were still burning, while the Zhao brothers and sisters stood by the bed and watched her.

They brought flowers and fruit baskets, but Fu Yanye just looked at them and hated them.

Zhao Lin asked politely: "I also just heard from a friend that my sister-in-law is in the hospital, so I came to visit a little late. Please don't be disgusted by my sister-in-law."

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, but smiled politely.

Zhao Ran looked at her, she was wearing a hospital gown, her hair was cut very short, her skin looked a little springy, she was not energetic, not at all...

Can Fu Yanye still look at such a slovenly, dry and thin person?

Zhao Ran couldn't help looking at Fu Yanye more.

Fu Yanye didn't look at her, but got up to help Zhuo Jian pour a glass of water, and said to their brothers and sisters by the way: "I've met you, you can go back."

"Okay, the sister-in-law will take good care of her. Let's wait outside for the sister-in-law to get together."

Zhao Lin knew Fu Yanye's temper, and this time he was begged by his sister to come here, otherwise he would not have come at all.

"Wait, brother, I still have something I want my sister-in-law to help with?"

Zhao Ran suddenly grabbed Zhao Lin and begged softly.

Zhao Lin looked very surprised: "My sister-in-law is sick, what do you ask for?"

"I accidentally offended a client yesterday. Brother Yanye said he was going to fire me. Sister-in-law, can you intercede for me? Brother Yanye must have listened to you the most. That's why I slapped the boss at that time when he behaved unrulyly to me." His, sister-in-law said I was wrong?"

Zhuo Jian looked at her indifferently, "I don't know the Brother Yan Ye you mentioned."

"what?"

Zhao Ran was taken aback.

Even Zhao Lin couldn't help but look at her one more time, and then at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye was holding a water glass and was about to pass it to her. Hearing this, he smiled while looking at her with deep black eyes: "Drink water."

Zhuo Jian looked down at the glass of water, and then looked up at him: "Are you the one she said?"

"I'm not."

Fu Yanye said.

"then who are you?"

Zhuo Jian asked him again.

Fu Yanye looked at her with deep black eyes, and said five words firmly: "I am your husband."

"Brother Yanye, sister-in-law, what are you talking about? I'm so confused."

Zhao Ran simply looked at them and asked.

Fu Yanye turned to look at her, "Who is your Brother Yanye?"