I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian found stomach medicine for him, boiled hot water, and sent it to him: "Are you okay?"

"Help me dig it out, I don't have the strength!"

He groaned in pain, and asked her to help him pick up the medicine.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously looked at him more: "You stretch out your hand!"

Fu Yanye stretched out his hand obediently.

Zhuo Jian squeezed out a pill and put it directly in his hand.

Fu Yanye smiled: "Which one of us is obsessed with cleanliness?"

"Of course it's you!"

She said and took the water again, but she put a paper towel on the water glass.

What do you mean when you have a problem and don't know it?

Some disgust is manifested unconsciously.

His obsession with cleanliness was so serious that he would never touch anything that others touched.

"Help me up!"

Fu Yanye ordered again.

Zhuo Jian was half squatting in front of him, and froze after hearing what he said, but when she saw that his complexion was very bad, she had no choice but to help him.

She didn't know how to help her. She still remembered that when she was a child, she suddenly attacked and hugged him, and he ignored her for half a year.

Fu Yanye saw that her slender hands seemed to have no place to put them, so he took the initiative to grab them and put them on his body: "If you don't push me, how can I get up?"

"Oh!"

She agreed awkwardly, sat behind him and held his shoulders and pushed him up.

His body temperature was entangled with her through the thin shirt fabric, and her heart began to warm up, as if it was just boiling water...

Fu Yanye leaned listlessly against her thin and thin shoulders, and took the medicine into his mouth.

Zhuo Jian immediately picked up the water glass and put it in front of him.

"I don't think you're dirty!"

Fu Yanye looked at her and told her in a slightly hoarse voice.

Zhuo Jian snorted with a guilty conscience, thinking that it might not be clear whether you dislike yourself or not.

Instead of taking the glass, he held her wrist and asked her to raise the glass to his lips.

He drank the medicine, but Zhuo Jian felt that his wrist was numb.

"I carried you on my back when I was a child, have you forgotten?"

"..."

Yes, since she hugged him, she won't.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, and wanted to leave when he finished drinking the medicine, but he was leaning on her shoulder so heavy that she couldn't move.

Suddenly there was an ambiguous atmosphere in the air, she pursed her lips silently, and reminded him in a low voice: "Young Master Ye, I should go back to the hospital!"

"I send you!"

"No! You are not feeling well, take a good rest!"

Zhuo Jian turned her face away and softly refused.

"But it's so late, I'm worried about you as a girl!"

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian accidentally dropped the divorce agreement on the table, and couldn't help it anymore: "Why haven't you signed it yet?"

"A household registration book is required for divorce, do you have it?"

"..."

When something happened to her family back then, her father was afraid that she would be implicated, so after discussing with the Fu family, she moved her household registration to the Fu family's household registration book, so she didn't.

"It doesn't matter whether the household registration instinct can be taken out."

Fu Yanye frowned and said.

Zhuo Jian felt that if he leaned against her so much, her shoulders would be crushed within a few minutes.

"Are you going to take a shower first?"

Fu Yanye suddenly looked at the dress on her body, it was from last night.

Zhuo Jian was stunned, her ears turned red.

"What are you thinking? You've been wearing these clothes for 24 hours! Change after you take a shower."

Especially when he thought of Su Bai hugging her, he moved away from her even more hastily, slumped aside and stared at her to remind her to hurry up.

"OK then!"

She really should take a bath and change clothes. She felt her legs were cold in a skirt tonight.

September is early autumn, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is large.

But where does she wash?

"Well, the downstairs bathroom should work, right?"

Zhuo Jian pinched the corner of her skirt and asked him cautiously.

"You can use the one in the master bedroom!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian went upstairs still wondering if his cleanliness has been cured?

The night before, too, he actually took a shower in her dirty bathroom.

The more Zhuo Jian thought about it, the more puzzled she became, she took off her skirt and folded it aside, and then found that the door was still open, but when she went to close the door, she was stunned again.

Fu Yanye stood outside the door and said lightly, "It's even!"

"..."

She also saw him the night before yesterday, so it's even?

However, she didn't look at it on purpose, and he stared at her so straight just now, obviously he has been looking at her for a long time.

Zhuo Jian was suddenly a little angry, and finally remembered to close the door.

Not long after, Fu Yanye said outside: "Someone called you, claiming to be your brother, and asked you to call him back after you take a shower."

"..."

Zhuo Jian stared at the door in disbelief, what does this mean?

He answered her call?

And tell people she's taking a shower?

Zhuo Jian washed herself quickly, but suddenly remembered that her suitcase was downstairs, and all her clothes were in the suitcase.

Ha ha!

She looked down at her thin body, suddenly upset.

What kind of trouble is this going to do?

"I put the clothes by the bed for you, I'll wait for you downstairs!"

Fu Yanye's voice sounded outside again.

Zhuo Jian breathed a sigh of relief this time, when she heard the outer door was closed, she quietly poked her head out from inside, made sure there was no one in the room, and then went out.

But, why is it another dress?

There are only three dresses in Zhuo Jian's box, she wore one, and there are two left. Didn't he see so many trousers and shirts?

But it's better than now.

She quickly changed into it and went downstairs.

Fu Yanye was still sitting on the sofa, propping his head with one hand and pressing his stomach with the other.

Zhuo Jian's pace slowed down: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"

"Hmm! I probably have to go to the emergency department of the hospital!"

Fu Yanye's painful voice poured out.

"Then let's go now!"

After hearing this, Zhuo Jian immediately nodded and agreed, everything can be delayed, but illness cannot be delayed.

He suffered from stomach problems a few years ago, remembering that his mother escaped death, she didn't want him to be in danger again.

All her suitcases were messed up by him, and her clothes were scattered all over the floor, Zhuo Jian hurried to clean them up.

"Ok!"

He suddenly groaned again.

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes worriedly: "Does it hurt?"

"Can you clean it up tomorrow! It hurts!"

"Well, that's fine!"

Nothing matters.

The two hurriedly closed the door and walked out, his face turned pale all the way.

The more Zhuo Jian watched, the more worried she became, and she couldn't help comforting him: "Hold on, we'll be at the hospital soon."

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and looked at the girl holding his arm. After feeling an unprecedented contact, he couldn't help but look in from her V-neck.

Zhuo Jian didn't care about anything, but when she got to his car, she suddenly screamed "Oops", and asked him sadly: "What should I do if I don't have a driver's license?"

"I open!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt sorry for letting him drive with stomachache, but there was no other way.

Until his mobile phone rang suddenly, the word Ruxiang made the originally harmonious space strange.

Zhuo Jian suddenly woke up, looked at the number and then at him.

Fu Yanye looked a little cold.

It's almost eleven o'clock at night, is he worried about her?

Zhuo Jian said: "You pick it up, I won't talk!"

Fu Yanye glanced at her subconsciously, but she had already pressed the connection button for him.

She looked away from the window, not to disturb him.