I don't deserve your love

Fu Yanye walked up to her and stopped, seeing that she didn't want to look at him and was not angry. He just glanced at the back of her neck, then took off his coat, and put it on her directly from behind, "Still Would you like to sit a little longer?"

The back of Zhuo Jian's neck was surrounded by warmth, her throat moved unconsciously, but she still didn't speak to him as she looked down at her hand.

Fu Yanye sat down beside her and reached out to shake her hand.

When Zhuo Jian saw it, she was about to break free immediately, but he held her hand tightly.

"Hands are so cold, let me warm you up."

Fu Yanye explained, holding her hand firmly.

Zhuo Jian still wanted to get her hand out of his palm, Fu Yanye simply pressed her into his arms and locked her, "I know what you're thinking, but Zhuo Jian, it's impossible."

There was restraint, forbearance, and irresistibility in his voice.

He wanted to reconcile with her as before, he knew it was difficult, but he really didn't want her to push him away again.

Zhuo Jian pushed him hard, and remained silent for a while.

"Zhuo Jian."

He reluctantly called her, clamped her two arms under his own, and hugged her tightly.

Zhuo Jian was so hugged that she couldn't breathe, and finally asked him: "What will you do to let me go?"

"Never in this life."

Fu Yanye looked down at her, and saw that her eyes were full of hatred and determination to part with him, he held her tightly in his arms again, and looked at the place where the setting sun set with his black eyes.

Zhuo Jian was so tired from being trapped by him that she stopped moving, laying on his chest without temper, and when the sun went down completely, Fu Yanye picked her up from the chair, hugged her and left.

Chang Xia, Yuan Man and Wang Rui were a little further away from them this time, watching the two of them get into the elevator and use another elevator to go upstairs.

Zhuo Jian was in his arms, without any hope.

Maybe they shouldn't keep suppressing themselves, she thought.

They're going to make a break.

She was determined, and when she got into the room, she looked at him even more indifferently.

Fu Yanye squatted in front of her, held her hand to warm it, and said to her, "I'll get someone to give you a physical therapy later."

"I slept with Sheng Xin."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, what he didn't say last night, he finally said it today.

"..."

Fu Yanye remained silent, staring straight at her with dark eyes.

"I slept with Sheng Xin."

She repeated it again, still so lightly.

"Zhuo Jian."

Fu Yanye was still holding her hand, his thin lips parted slightly.

"Although the child is yours, Sheng Xin and I have just slept together."

"Do you have to do this?"

Fu Yanye couldn't listen anymore, he stared at her with dark eyes and questioned her.

"It was raining that night, so I took the initiative to go to his room."

"..."

"I hate you, I hate you so much, I want to take revenge on you, that's the most direct and fastest way I can think of."

Zhuo Jian continued stubbornly, her eyes were still determined.

"In order to separate from me, you even..."

"You have to believe that I can really do this kind of thing, just like I really believe that you will find a stepmother for Chengcheng, Fu Yanye, you won't let me go, do you think we can go back to the past? No more, what you want is family harmony in the eyes of outsiders, but that's what you want, not what I, Zhuo Jian, want, what I want is to leave."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and didn't speak for a long time.

She hates him.

She takes revenge on him.

She thought he could die.

Why must it be done this way?

He slowly stood up, bent over, and slowly held her thin shoulders with both hands: "You think I will believe you when you say that? Let me tell you, even if you really slept with Sheng Xin, I, Fu Yanye I also swear that you will never escape my control again in this lifetime."

He said every word, not in a hurry, but poured it out heavily.

Zhuo Jian looked at him and sneered: "Then what do you want? Let me pretend to be an ordinary couple like you in front of outsiders?"

"As long as you are not afraid of the children being sad, you can do whatever you want, but let me tell you, even if you leave the hospital in two days, you will still be under my surveillance and want to leave? Unless I die."

"Fu Yanye!"

She hated calling him.

Why is he so persistent?

"In the future, when the children find out that our relationship as husband and wife has broken down long ago, when you ask them, you should tell them yourself that you gave your body to another man and your heart to that bastard."

This sentence, he suddenly said very seriously, each word is heavier than each word.

He also hates it.

That man named Sheng Xin.

Disrupted his originally peaceful life.

"Then do you want me to tell Chengcheng that even if his father sees him die, he won't be moved?"

"..."

"I still have to tell the children that their father never loved me, but a woman named Lin Ruxiang."

"Zhuo Jian."

He suddenly shouted her name, pressed her on the bed, knelt on both sides of her slender waist, leaned over, and pinched her weak jaw with his hands.

At this time, as long as he exerts a little force, her jaw will undoubtedly be broken.

"Lin Ruxiang was desperate at the time. I could kill her, but you were lying weakly in my arms, covered in a mess. How would you ask me to kill her? How could you kill her when the child who fell for Chengcheng fell? Say I'm indifferent?"

The warm stars in Fu Yanye's black eyes floated, and he looked at the woman under him who hated him and wanted to part ways with him.

In her heart, is he really that heartless and indifferent?

Fu Yanye's breathing was a little trembling, and when tears kept falling from the corners of her eyes, he couldn't help but touch her forehead, slowly moved his hand away from her jaw, and asked her sadly: "Is it true that you have been born since Chengcheng was born? At that time, couldn't you really see my fatherly love for him?"

If he really had fatherly love, he wouldn't watch his child die and still not move.

She believed in everything, all she knew was that he was so resolute in front of her at that time, not moving at all.

"Zhuo Jian, don't erase all our previous feelings because of one incident, okay?"

His words are very light.

It is more of a consultation and a prayer.

He no longer wants to say these things that make each other hate each other across the heart.

They should have a good talk, when Chengcheng fell, they were all in great grief, their eyes were dark, they all loved Chengcheng deeply.

It was the flesh that fell from her body. He loved her like himself, so how could he not love the child she gave him?

She had clearly seen it all before, and saw the strong affection between their father and son, but because of that scene, she let her erase all his previous goodness.

"Let me go."

Zhuo Jian only murmured three words.

He pressed against her forehead and whispered: "No, I have already laid a net, and I will never let you leave my sight."

"Then I will die in front of you."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, threatening in despair.

"Die in front of me? Heh!"