I don't deserve your love

"Cut off the leaves with scissors to avoid hurting your hands."

Fu Yanye reminded lightly.

"..."

Zhuo Jian took the scissors mechanically, it was indeed much more comfortable than pinching with hands, but he was going to take the children back to the old house just now, why was he suddenly afraid that she would hurt his hands?

She thought a lot about it, but she didn't ask any more.

Fortunately, the two of them have been together for a long time, even if they don't need to talk, they cooperate with each other very tacitly.

After the meal, he took the three brothers to take a bath. Zhuo Jian turned on the computer in the study, but after putting on his glasses, he suddenly looked at the computer screen and his mind went blank.

What is she going to write?

Where to start?

No idea at all.

His mind was full of Fu Yanye.

The problems between the two of them did not end well, as if nothing could be done right.

She lowered her head and pinched the center of her brows. She couldn't deny that she was worried that he would leave her with Cheng Cheng and Cheng Qing Cheng Li after getting angry.

He really does.

He had done that before, so she couldn't find her three sons no matter what.

Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang again, she looked at it in a blink of an eye, and then opened it.

"I didn't do it on purpose either. If you have a big belly but don't know whose baby is in it, don't you worry about getting angry?"

Shengxin's WeChat.

Zhuo Jian ignored it.

"And I only know that the woman is pregnant, Ajian, I sincerely apologize, please forgive me."

"And I'm already repenting for hiding Chengcheng before. I felt guilty when I saw you sad. Ajian, I promise it's the last time, and I won't do it again."

One after another of his WeChat messages, Zhuo Jian became more and more annoying to read and listen to. Just as he picked up his mobile phone to block him, the door was suddenly opened from the outside.

Fu Yanye stood at the door and looked in, then walked in: "Are you chatting on WeChat?"

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian watched him approaching, but it was too late to turn off the phone, even the screen of the phone was not black, she was anxious, and the expression on her face became more and more urgent.

And Fu Yanye took her mobile phone to look at it naturally, his eyesight was okay, he saw the word Sheng Xin, and then stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the study room began to become depressing again.

He put the phone back in Zhuo Jian's hand, and suddenly smiled, "Why don't you give him back?"

"No need to go back."

Zhuo Jian didn't squint.

"You don't need to go back, or you don't want to be seen by me?"

Fu Yanye looked down at her condescendingly, the prelude to the eruption of Thunder Fury.

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, saw the hostility on his face, and smiled slightly: "Then you go out."

"What did you say? I don't seem to hear clearly."

Fu Yanye suddenly moved closer to his ear.

"I said then you go out, I really don't want to be seen by you."

Zhuo Jian looked at him seriously.

Fu Yanye also stared at her inscrutablely, his smile froze on his face.

Zhuo Jian knew that he might lose his temper, but if he insisted on finding an excuse to quarrel with her, she didn't have to hold back.

"Say it again, what don't you want me to see?"

Fu Yanye supported the edge of the table with both hands, leaned close to her, and asked again in a deep voice.

"Do you really think I want to have something with Sheng Xin?"

Zhuo Jian sank, thought for a while, and decided to ask him how he felt.

Fu Yanye looked at her, silent.

"If you really think that I have something to do with him, then I don't think I need to explain any more. You have already thrown a knife at me for him, and I don't want to be tortured by you again."

Zhuo Jian said seriously.

It's clearly an explanation, but it's a bit like a negotiation.

Fu Yanye stared at her with dark eyes, "Go on."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was confused by his three words.

"You said that if I think you have nothing to do with him, what if I think you have nothing to do with him?"

Fu Yanye then reminded her.

"Then I'll block him immediately."

Zhuo Jian replied immediately.

His reminder worked, Zhuo Jian felt that there was a turning point, and immediately seized the opportunity.

Fu Yanye half-closed her phoenix eyes, watching her eyes slowly move to her mobile phone.

Zhuo Jian keenly sensed what he meant, opened WeChat, and blocked Sheng Xin.

"Is it just blocking WeChat?"

Fu Yanye continued to maintain that posture, calmly reminding.

"No, all of them."

Zhuo Jian was not hypocritical, and blocked all contact information.

If blocking Sheng Xin can prevent him from turning into a devil, then she is willing to do it immediately.

Seeing that she had blocked all contact information about Sheng Xin, Fu Yanye straightened up in satisfaction, but still looked down at her from above.

Zhuo Jian felt guilty when he saw him, and asked cautiously: "Any more questions?"

The study was quiet for a few seconds.

Just when Zhuo Jian thought he might give her a hard blow...

"I need to make sure that there's really no one who can replace me."

Fu Yanye looked down at her and asked.

"Yes, no."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and after saying this, she also stared directly at him.

She is firm.

So firm that Fu Yanye felt that these three words were very soothing.

Fu Yanye looked at her not as indifferently as before, but still very deep, and asked her: "I trust you for now, what about my son? Why do you call him daddy?"

"At that time, my son was not sensible. Haven't you heard a word?"

"what?"

"If you have milk, you are a mother. For children."

"..."

Fu Yanye frowned, she still had reason.

"Now Chengcheng no longer remembers him, but he will never forget that you are his father."

A three-year-old child already remembers things.

"Hmph, if he dares to forget one thing."

Fu Yanye didn't want to let it go, and if that kid dared to recognize the thief as his father in the future, he would never forgive him lightly.

Thinking of his wife and children calling other men husbands and fathers, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

"He won't."

Zhuo Jian said softly, not daring to annoy him anymore.

Fu Yanye saw her cautious and ghostly appearance, his stomach twitched, and he raised his hand to press it.

Seeing his actions, Zhuo Jian was very worried, and couldn't help herself to care about him at all, "Are you uncomfortable?"

"Headache."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at the place where his hand was holding, and doubted in her heart.

Fu Yanye realized her questioning, and sighed even more, "My stomach hurts too."

"Really?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't believe it.

Every time he said that he had a headache recently, he went to the hospital for an examination and was fine. Tonight, he said he had a headache while clutching his stomach. She really doubted the authenticity of his words.

"You think I'm going to lie to you?"

Fu Yanye asked her dissatisfied.

"uncertain."

Zhuo Jian expressed her true thoughts.

Fu Yanye: "Zhuo Jian, you don't think I need to use such low-level means to win sympathy?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't refute, but the eyes meant it.

"Oh, you really look down on me."

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he turned and left.

The door panel slammed shut with a loud "snap".

Zhuo Jian helped the spectacle frame with the bridge of her nose slipping down.

She really didn't look down on him.

She thinks highly of him.

-

Eleven o'clock.

Her cell phone rang again, and there were only three words on the other end: "Go back to the bedroom."