I don't deserve your love

Zhuo Jian: "..."

When the old lady reached the door, she shook off the servants: "Oh, why should I help? I'm not really sick!"

"..."

The two aunts looked at her dumbfounded.

The old lady looked outside helplessly, and the car that brought her back in the yard muttered in a low voice: "The kid's mouth was bitten, and he said it was Jian Jian's baby, and now he is talking to Jian Jian again." The baby is in the car, is it biting again?"

The two aunts were a little surprised when they heard her words, but they reflexively went to peek.

Fu Yanye hugged her shoulders and pressed her into the chair, turned over on top of her and held her down, threatening her majesticly: "Dare to give me another try in the future!"

"Brother! Let me call you brother in the future? My parents are gone, and now I'm the only one. If you don't dislike me, then I will recognize you as the eldest brother, okay?"

Zhuo Jian looked at the flame that suddenly rose in his eyes, she could no longer say that it was an illusion, he might just care about her!

Probably because they grew up together, so he couldn't just be an ordinary bystander.

He has feelings for her!

It's just that kind of feeling is not love!

Fu Yanye frowned, to be her big brother?

Seeing her harmless smile, he held her shoulder a little harder.

Who wants to be her big shit brother?

He stood up suddenly and rolled back into his chair.

Before tidying up the clothes and getting out of the car, he only ordered lightly: "No smoking in the future!"

Zhuo Jian was still lying there, slowly calming down the throbbing he brought her.

Nor is she a regular smoker.

nothing more than...

It's so boring!

As for the fact that he concealed that Ruxiang had asked someone to break the red paint for her, what right did she have to blame him?

Zhuo Jian then opened the car door and got out of the car. The wind messed up her hair and brought the familiar smell of smoke into her breath.

Fu Yanye lit a cigarette against the wind, took two puffs and saw her coming out, and raised his hand towards her.

Zhuo Jian subconsciously walked over and asked him with a smile, "What instructions do you have, brother?"

"Scream one more time?"

Fu Yanye immediately stepped forward to beat her up.

Zhuo Jian stepped back and smiled even more prettily.

Seeing her like that, Fu Yanye felt very itchy in his heart, with a cigarette in his mouth, he reached for her bag with his slender hands.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Fu Yanye quickly found the cigarettes she bought this morning in her bag as if she was looking through her own bag, and after looking at her, she asked her disgustedly, "You don't even smoke this kind of product?"

"Brother bought it for me in the future!"

Zhuo Jian said to him with a smiling face.

Fu Yanye's brows twitched again, feeling pain in her heart from her big brother anger.

"Confiscated!"

Fu Yanye returned the bag to her, then walked inside holding the pack of cigarettes.

Passing the trash can, he threw the box of cigarettes that he crushed into it.

Zhuo Jian felt that if the smoke would cry out pain, the eldest brother would be deafened.

But she was not in the mood to pity the pack of cigarettes, and walked in with him.

The old lady immediately sat down on the sofa, with a look of awkward movements, and hummed as she sat down: "Oh, my old waist!"

"Grandma, is your waist uncomfortable? I'll press it for you later!"

"Okay! After lunch, you can stay and press it for me!"

The old lady listened to Zhuo Jian's words and thoughtfully agreed.

Fu Yanye sat beside him, watching his old lady whispering to Zhuo Jian again, and couldn't help snorting.

The old lady looked back at him when she heard the words: "What are you humming?"

Before Fu Yanye could decide how to answer, he heard Zhuo Jian say, "Grandma, how about being your granddaughter? Let Young Master Ye be my eldest brother! Then we will still be a family!"

"Huh? That's a good idea!"

Grandma suddenly nodded her head cooperatively, and then looked back at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye had a rigid face, staring straight at the woman who wanted to recognize him as her eldest brother.

As the eldest brother, can you press her on the bed and rub her like last night?

As the eldest brother, can he crush her in the carriage like just now?

Fu Yanye snorted coldly in his heart.

The old lady looked at her grandson's expression, then turned to look at Zhuo Jian, raised her hand to touch her chin, then went down, and suddenly said something that made Zhuo Jian ashamed.

"Hey! Baby, what's wrong with your neck? Did you get bitten by some bug?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered the scene of someone holding her neck last night before she passed out, and her face turned red like blood.

On the other hand, Fu Yanye, who was sitting on the side, suddenly looked away and raised his voice.

"This bug's mouth is really big!"

The old lady suddenly laughed again.

Zhuo Jian blushed so much that she was about to bleed, she only regretted that she was not calm enough today, that she didn't remember to wear a silk scarf when she went out.

But Fu Yanye looked at her with scorching eyes. He had left several lip marks on her neck, and there might be teeth marks.

He didn't know what was going on with him, and he wished he could leave traces of himself on her body.

If she didn't have a fever last night...

Fu Yanye looked at her, feeling a little hot in his body unconsciously.

The servant came out with a plate of overripe cherries: "This is what my wife specially told us to prepare before going out in the morning. She said that the young lady must wash it and present it to the young lady when she comes back today. She said that the young lady likes ripe cherries like this best." The cherries are gone."

"Yeah! I really like this one the most!"

Zhuo Jian nodded, then picked up one and brought it to the old lady first: "But I also remember that grandma likes to eat it the most!"

"Hmm! Grandma likes this kind of cute little thing the most, and our baby Jane is so considerate!"

The old lady ate one directly in her mouth, and then hummed with enjoyment.

Zhuo Jian took one and ate it.

Fu Yanye's Adam's apple moved unconsciously. The color of the cherries was black and red, and the woman's lips were pink, but for some reason, they looked so attractive when put together.

At that moment, he wished he could turn into that cherries!

"He looks so pitiful, do you want to give him one too?"

The old lady suddenly looked at her grandson and asked Zhuo Jian.

Zhuo Jianjian stopped stuffing his mouth, looked at him dully for a while, and suddenly said: "Okay! Grandma has the final say!"

"Then give him yours?"

The old lady said again.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

What does it mean to shoot yourself in the foot?

Fu Yanye raised his eyebrows, and suddenly stretched his legs: "Then please, my wife, hand over the one in your hand!"

"Baby Jian Jian, just put it in his mouth and kill him!"

The old lady encouraged her.

The corner of Zhuo Jian's mouth twitched, thinking, Grandma, how could a cherries support him to death?

"I've touched this one before, let's choose another one for him!"

As Zhuo Jian said, she stuffed that one into her mouth, and then brought up the whole plate in front of him: "Brother!"

Fu Yanye turned cold and ordered her: "You help me choose!"

In fact, he wanted to eat the one in her mouth more.

Zhuo Jian had no choice but to swallow her anger and choose one for him, but she didn't touch it, and pointed to the rather big one: "How about this one?"

"Feed me!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought to herself, don't go too far, and warned him with her eyes.

But Fu Yanye saw that she didn't dare to make a fuss in front of grandma, so she just waited quietly.