I don't deserve your love

The decoration here is similar to their home, but there are fewer things inside.

Soon after he walked in, he saw Zhuo Jian.

She was lying on the sofa, as if falling asleep.

Fu Yanye approached her with long legs, and looked down at her condescendingly.

She has really changed a lot, so much that he dare not admit it.

He took off his coat and put it on her lightly, then sat down diagonally across from her.

After the new phones were turned on, some software was downloaded, and they started gathering news about them.

Fu Yanye looked down at the news about them, as well as some important events that Wu Fei had sent him overtime about their previous events that had been erased from the Internet.

At twelve o'clock at noon, the sun turned cloudy outside.

Fu Yanye suddenly felt a little cold, glanced at the sleeping woman, got up and went to her side.

Zhuo Jian only felt dizzy and cold, and turned around again...

Something was pressed under her body, her long, thick eyelashes moved, she slowly saw the fabric in front of her, slowly raised her eyes, and saw his face.

"I woke you up?"

Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes and asked.

Zhuo Jian was startled, seeing that his bent posture was not right, and felt under her body carefully, and immediately sat up.

Her head was still hot, but she could reason.

Fu Yanye also stood up: "Just now I felt a little cold, I was afraid that you would catch a cold, so I wanted to carry you back to the room to sleep."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was surprised by his explanation, and quickly lowered her eyes after glancing at him.

He is worried about her?

how is this possible.

He doesn't remember her at all, he remembers how cold he was to her before.

Fu Yanye looked at her deeply, not knowing what she was thinking, and reminded lightly: "Go to sleep by yourself?"

Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked up at him again.

If you don't go to sleep by yourself, why don't you sleep together?

She was ashamed of what she thought, turned her head to look at the kitchen, suddenly felt a little hungry, and got up.

Fu Yanye was still standing there, grabbing her arm: "You don't want to talk to me?"

"I'm a little hungry, let's get something to eat."

Zhuo Jian replied him weakly, looking down at him holding her arm.

Fu Yanye noticed her gaze, and realized that his actions seemed too rash, so he let go of her.

Zhuo Jian went to the kitchen, but Fu Yanye soon followed.

She can cook?

But there were only eggs in the refrigerator, Zhuo Jian was a little disappointed after looking at the refrigerator, she wanted to drink some hot soup.

After taking out the eggs, she hesitated for a few seconds between steamed eggs and egg soup, and then she planned to make egg soup.

Fu Yanye watched from her side, and then looked into the refrigerator, and it was indeed empty.

"Want some soup? I'll come."

As he spoke, he unbuttoned his cuffs and stood beside her with his sleeves rolled up.

Zhuo Jian turned her face slightly, wanting to see him but feeling powerless.

He didn't remember her anymore, he still remembered that he was going to marry Lin Ruxiang, and he made soup for her, she murmured: "No need."

Fu Yanye stopped rolling his sleeves, and looked at her in a blink of an eye: "What? Think I can't?"

Think he won't?

Zhuo Jian looked up at him, and Fu Yanye felt inexplicably panicked after she only glanced at him. He lowered his eyes and began to fiddle with the frying pan.

Zhuo Jian said, "I can do it myself."

"But you are very weak now, and you look like you might faint at any moment."

Fu Yanye didn't look at her again. After turning on the fire, he took a bottle of pure water and unscrewed it, and put it aside for later use.

"We were actually going to get divorced."

She lowered her head, her voice was low and hoarse.

divorce?

Fu Yanye turned to look at her.

"In the past six years, a lot of things have happened between us."

Zhuo Jian looked up at him and spoke to him as calmly as possible.

But my heart is full of heat, and my eyes are hot.

Fu Yanye didn't ask anything, just said: "You go to the back and sit down first, and we'll talk after dinner."

Zhuo Jian listened, seeing if he was going to stop, she thought, that's fine, anyway, she doesn't have much strength now.

But I still reminded him, "There are a lot of ingredients in the house next door."

Fu Yanye turned to look at her. There are a lot of ingredients in the next house?

Then why are they cooking here?

And from her tone, that is their home, why is she here?

Unhappy things really happened between them, or maybe their marriage is not the same as it was rumored on the Internet, and even what people around him said, he wondered, which one is true?Which one is false?

Wang Rui said that she passed out when she learned of his accident, so she should care about him very much, but she is like this now.

He quietly turned his head to look at her, and found that she was looking at him listlessly.

Feeling guilty for a while, he turned to look at the pot, but soon turned his head to look at her again.

Zhuo Jian didn't know what he was doing moving around, but felt as if he was dreaming.

He came back, and he was still cooking where she could see, cooking for her?

Zhuo Jian lay on the table, looking at him with mixed feelings.

It's just that she can't see his face clearly.

Fu Yanye obviously didn't know this, thinking that she had good eyesight and was just looking at him.

"Do you like it salty or sweet?"

Fu Yanye asked her a question.

Zhuo Jian opened her mouth, but no sound came out, she rose again, cleared her throat, "Salty."

Fu Yanye nodded, and then put some salt in the soup, but not much.

He went next door to get the noodles. He had seen there last night. There were many life-like things in it, children's and theirs.

The wardrobe in the master bedroom upstairs is full of his clothes, and...

At present, it seems that she should be the only one.

So how did they get together?

During the meal, Fu Yanye didn't understand, so he asked her, "Why are we together?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, not knowing where to start.

In fact, she didn't know why he didn't let her go all of a sudden.

"eat first."

She said something softly, and then ignored him.

Fu Yanye looked at her probably starving, but in fact, he might as well be.

And the noodles were not tasty after being left for a long time, so he didn't ask any more questions.

It's just that she felt sleepy again after the meal and asked him, "Can I go to sleep first?"

"can."

Fu Yanye frowned dissatisfied, but nodded considering her situation.

"Thank you, please let me sleep until I wake up naturally."

Zhuo Jian expressed her thanks, but she was afraid of being disturbed halfway, so she reminded her again.

Without saying a word, Fu Yanye put the bowl in the cupboard.

Zhuo Jian went back upstairs and wrapped herself in the quilt to sleep.

But for some reason it was so cold in the quilt, it took her a long time to fall asleep.

I don't know when it will snow outside.

After Fu Yanye cleaned up the kitchen, he returned to the opposite side.

There were cigarettes in the opposite house, and he took one, which was his favorite brand.

After that, Wang Rui, Yuan Man and Chang Xia all appeared in the living room and answered their questions one by one.

But facing the question he asked, how did they get together, both Yuan Man and Chang Xia looked at Wang Rui.

"It should be Christmas? Actually, I don't know very well, but the two of you went to the upstairs suite after the old man's birthday that day and didn't come out again. You should be together."

"Am I taking the initiative or is she taking the initiative?"

"It's you."

"..."