I don't deserve your love

"You'd better go home and sleep if you're so dizzy."

Seeing him pinching his forehead, Zhuo Jian was angry and didn't dare to refute, so she could only mumble.

"There are still two documents to be signed. Wu Fei sent me a message to remind me that I must sign this morning."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was even more speechless.

So not long after, Wang Rui stood outside their office building and watched Zhuo Jian help Fu Yanye into it.

And the first floor of the building was already boiling.

"Hello boss, hello madam."

Such voices began to ring out.

Fu Yanye was in a good mood, quietly observed Zhuo Jian, and saw that she was quite capable of pretending in front of others, she was very decent, and she didn't seem to be arguing with him just now.

When he got into the elevator, before he could wait for the recognition, Zhuo Jian did it automatically.

Fu Yanye: "..."

He didn't expect this.

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered something and turned to look at him.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, and she only spoke after the two entered the elevator, "You helped me set it up earlier."

"Ah."

Fu Yanye responded thoughtfully, and felt that his head was not so dizzy, and he was a little...

The place she held was a little warm, he looked down, and then clenched his left hand.

Finally lifted it up.

"Stand up by yourself first."

The cell phone in Zhuo Jian's bag rang suddenly, she let go of him, and lowered her head to answer the phone.

The hand that Fu Yanye had just raised could only be lowered reluctantly, looking at her with faint disappointment.

"Sheng Xin, is there something wrong?"

Zhuo Jian answered the phone and asked in a low voice.

"He still doesn't remember?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian knew that Sheng Xin was in a hurry after listening to Sheng Xin's words.

Worry about that woman.

Fu Yanye heard Sheng Xin frowned too, why did that Sheng Xin keep calling his wife?

"Then what can I do? You want to see him? No, don't come to him first, he's not in a good condition now."

Zhuo Jian explained nervously.

In her opinion, the less things that happen to Fu Yanye now, the better.

He already likes to think wildly, and if he comes to ask him this and that, then he still has to think about breaking his head?

She didn't want him to recover from his amnesia, or any other illnesses.

"Well, let's do this first, hang up."

After Zhuo Jian finished speaking, she hung up the phone, and then she was also a little worried, and looked up at him, thinking how could you lose your memory like this?

Unexpectedly, he was looking at her, and was caught by his eyes without any defense.

Fu Yanye looked at her with a deep voice, "Sheng Xin?"

"Ah."

"What's the matter with him?"

"It's a long story, I'll tell you slowly later."

Zhuo Jian thought for a while, maybe they should have a good talk.

About the past, happy or unhappy, what she, one of the parties, told him must be more comprehensive than what a friend told him, and it would prevent him from thinking wildly and slowing down his recovery.

Moreover, he can also think less and have less headache.

Although headaches are not a serious problem, she knows that headaches often make people anxious after a long time.

"it is good."

Fu Yanye agreed, but guessed in her heart, is she really willing to tell him?

Later, when Fu Yanye was reading documents in the office, she sat on the sofa and watched him.

For too long, she didn't dare to look at him properly.

It's always disturbing to see him.

Of course it's the same this time.

However, it seems that after watching it for a long time, my heart is not so chaotic, on the contrary...

A little calm?

Obviously, he couldn't see his face clearly, but his appearance had been reflected in his mind, exactly the same as his appearance at this time.

After Fu Yanye finished signing, he looked at her in a blink of an eye. Seeing that she was looking at him, he suddenly remembered three words, Wangfushi.

Feeling inappropriate, I thought about it again, and four more words came to my mind.

Husband-stalking maniac.

Zhuo Jian noticed that he was moving, turned her face away, and looked away pretending to be normal.

Fu Yanye lowered his head and smiled, and continued to work in a good mood.

Later, Ouyang Ping sent her a message to ask her to work, and gave her a lot of materials to read. After reading, she was writing the manuscript on her mobile phone.

After he finished his official duties, she was still compiling the manuscript with her head down.

He got up and quietly walked over to stand by her side. After almost a minute, she didn't notice.

She is serious and focused, so absorbed in her work that she has no intention of paying attention to anything else.

Fu Yanye frowned slightly at the manuscript, then turned to look at the cabinet by the wall.

Soon after, Zhuo Jian saw an extra notebook in front of her eyes.

She raised her head, her neck was so stiff that she was about to burst into tears, and she looked at the person above her head.

"I will use it when I work here in the future."

Fu Yanye reminded.

Zhuo Jian took the notebook reflexively, "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Fu Yanye glanced at her, really thinking that they don't need to be so polite.

Zhuo Jian smiled awkwardly but politely, put the notebook on her lap and opened it, and then connected to the mobile phone, the other hand couldn't help pinching the back of her neck that was a little stiff from bowing her head for a long time.

Suddenly there was an extra hand on the back of his neck, and his hand was rarely cold.

Zhuo Jian was stunned for a while, but she didn't react too much.

"Does this make you feel better?"

The strength in his hands was not heavy, and he asked softly.

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian agreed, staring at the laptop screen and trying to stay focused.

Fu Yanye looked at the manuscript she was writing, then glanced at her again, lowered himself to the side of her face, and murmured: "I didn't expect you to turn black and white like this, how about I hire you as my private publicist?"

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Seeing that she was unmoved, Fu Yanye said, "I'm serious."

"Hey."

Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, tapped her fingers on the keyboard quickly, closed the notebook after a while, and then turned to look at him.

Fu Yanye seemed to have been waiting for this moment, not moving beside her.

Her lips almost touched him, and she held her breath and tilted her head back.

Fu Yanye raised his hand to hold her head, and suddenly moved forward gently.

Zhuo Jian's soft lips just reached the side of his face, sticking to him for a long time.

Fu Yanye was still bent over, not moving for a long time.

Does this count as her taking the initiative to kiss him?

Fu Yanye suddenly wanted to know, how would it feel if she kissed him on her own initiative?

That feeling, probably equal to ascension to heaven?

Even worse?

After a long time, his hand was put down, Zhuo Jian seemed to have been ejected, she raised her head to keep a distance from him, looked at him angrily and covered her mouth.

Fu Yanye turned to look at her as if nothing happened, and asked, "Why did you kiss me?"

"..."

A thief calling for a thief?

Zhuo Jian was extremely speechless, but the questioning words that he almost blurted out at the end were swallowed back, and he just stood up blushing in shame, "I'm leaving."

Not one more minute, not one second.

Fu Yanye grabbed her hand and pulled her a little harder.

Zhuo Jian turned around in the inertia of being dragged, and fell directly into his arms.

He stood tall and big, without any wavering.

However, Zhuo Jian was dizzy, and there was a severe pain in her chest.

She looked up at him angrily, "You..."

Fu Yanye suddenly covered his heart, "It hurts so much."