I don't deserve your love

"Give me one more time?"

He smiled softly, held her face again and kissed her two soft lips.

But is this a discussion, a request, or a reminder?

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered kissing him in the office, and turned her face.

Fu Yanye's thin lips brushed the corners of her lips, and his black eyes looked at her disappointedly and unwillingly: "What's wrong?"

Zhuo Jian saw someone coming over there, lowered her head and buried her face, and said in a low voice, "Go back!"

Fu Yanye took another deep look at her, turned around and saw someone passing by, and then smiled slightly, then took her hand and led her aside, opened the co-pilot for her and sent her in.

After Zhuo Jian got into the co-pilot, she tried her best to calm down and put on her seat belt.

Fu Yanye glanced at her after entering: "Shy?"

Zhuo Jian looked back in surprise, but finally just looked out the window again.

Why are you ashamed?

If they were a normal couple or husband and wife, she would hug and kiss him on the street without hesitation, and even jump on him to be pampered by everyone.

But what are they?

Not sure!

Zhuo Jian tried her best to hold back her breath and waited for the car to start on the road.

When the car arrived at the gate of the community, Zhuo Jian glanced at his watch. It was past six o'clock, and it was not too early to make dinner.

Fu Yanye watched her look at her watch from the rearview mirror, frowned unconsciously, but didn't ask anything, and drove the car downstairs steadily.

Zhuo Jian didn't ask anything, just opened the car door and walked in.

Only then did Fu Yanye's long and narrow phoenix eyes droop.

Never think that she is so proactive because she regards this place as her home.

On the contrary, there was a premonition that she was in a hurry to do something.

Fu Yanye quickly followed after getting out of the car.

In the elevator, Zhuo Jian asked him, "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Fu Yanye looked at her and smiled slightly: "It's hot and cold!"

Hot and cold?

Who?

Zhuo Jian looked at him unexpectedly, and asked again: "Want to eat hot and cold rice? I don't know how to cook!"

"I said you are hot and cold!"

"..."

Fu Yanye's black eyes stared at her so straightly, Zhuo Jian was looked away, and turned to face the staircase wall holding his breath.

After returning home, Fu Yanye's cell phone rang, and he picked up the number after checking the number. Zhuo Jian went straight to the kitchen.

Master Ru Xiangxing asked on the phone: "No matter what, how could you beat my father?"

"I said that I can't do it again and again. I can tolerate you looking for her again and again. It doesn't mean that other people in your family are also qualified to threaten her."

When Fu Yanye said this, his eyes were cold, and the surroundings were filled with the chill that no one should enter.

"But he is my father, your future father-in-law."

"Father-in-law? He had a chance!"

After Fu Yanye finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Ruxiang felt even more depressed when he heard the last words before he hung up the phone. He didn't want to marry her, and he really didn't want to marry her.

When Ruxiang was struggling with what to do, Fu Yanye went directly to the kitchen.

Zhuo Jian sent a WeChat message to Ouyang Ping while preparing dinner, and Ouyang Ping invited her to have a drink at night.

Zhuo Jian agreed: "OK!"

Fu Yanye walked over and bent over behind her to look at the two letters flashing in her mobile phone on the glass table, then turned to look at him: "Didn't you accompany me for dinner?"

"I'm just cooking for you, I don't need to eat with you."

Zhuo Jian explained.

"Then why were you there a few times ago?"

"I won't be around after that!"

"..."

Seeing her insistence, Fu Yanye sighed angrily unconsciously, picked up her phone and flipped it up, and saw Ouyang Ping asking her: "Are you two sneaking into another place?"

Zhuo Jian skipped it without answering, and Fu Yanye clicked on the message in an instant to reply.

Zhuo Jian looked up and saw that he had taken his mobile phone and immediately put down the shovel in his hand to grab the mobile phone: "Fu Yanye, what are you doing?"

"She asked you if we were going undercover, let me clarify."

"I don't need it! Give it to me!"

Zhuo Jian stood on tiptoe, but he was so tall, if she raised her arm again, she couldn't reach it.

Fu Yanye lowered his head, seeing that she was about to post it, and pretended to kiss her.

Zhuo Jian dodged to the side, but her hand was still firmly grasping his strong arm, trying to reach up to grab his own mobile phone in his hand.

Fu Yanye hugged her small waist tightly with one hand, and quickly replied with the other: "We are husband and wife."

There was no response for a long time, and Zhuo Jian kept tiptoing, completely ignoring how close the two of them were, for fear that he would say something outrageous.

then……

One minute later, she managed to grab her mobile phone, but she was already easily hugged by him.

Looking at the content he sent on the phone in her heart, Zhuo Jian gave him an angry look, collapsed when she lowered her head, and immediately withdrew the message.

Because Ouyang Ping didn't return, Zhuo Jian only hoped that Ouyang Ping didn't see it.

Unexpectedly, just after she withdrew, Ouyang Ping sent a message: "Why did you withdraw? I saw it all!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian immediately felt goosebumps starting from the top of her head.

She looked up at Fu Yanye and cursed unconsciously: "Are you sick? What nonsense are you talking to her?"

"Nonsense? Is our marriage certificate fake?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't want to argue with him anymore, but just pushed him hard.

Seeing her, Fu Yanye remembered that she was blushing and had a thick neck, so he held her tightly in his arms: "I'll give you 10 minutes, if you can break free from my arms, I'll lie and say that we're not husband and wife."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then struggled hard.

But 10 minutes later, her legs were weak, and she was lying in his arms, panting.

Seeing the thin sweat on her forehead, Fu Yanye couldn't help but twitched the corners of her lips, and then kissed her forehead distressedly: "Stop earning?"

"Fu Yanye, you bastard!"

Zhuo Jian scolded him angrily, unable to exert any strength.

Fu Yanye smiled: "You didn't cook this meal well. If I cook it, then you still owe me a meal."

"Who owes you!"

Suddenly, he gained strength, pushed him away, and turned to cook.

But her legs were weak and she almost fell.

Fortunately, he strangled her small waist again from behind.

Zhuo Jian was anxious: "Don't touch me again!"

Fu Yanye was startled by her shout and immediately took her hand away.

Zhuo Jian gave him a bitter look: "Get out for me, I will call you when I finish cooking!"

"OK! Calm down, Mrs. Fu!"

"..."

Zhuo Jian stared at him speechlessly, Fu Yanye turned around, and walked out slowly with his sky-defying long legs.

Zhuo Jian stood in front of the glazed table, and it took him a long time to catch his breath. When he cut vegetables again, he unconsciously became stronger.

What crime did she do in her previous life?

I have been bullied by him for so long in my life.

It's just that the blade suddenly cut on her finger, Zhuo Jian quickly put down the knife and looked at it, and found that bright red blood beads had already flowed out, so she immediately turned on the faucet to rinse.

"what happened?"

Fu Yanye went to wash his hands and came back again.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, then wiped his handle immediately, and picked up the knife again: "Don't come here again!"

Seeing her angry little appearance, Fu Yanye couldn't bear to provoke her, so he pulled out a chair by the dining table and sat down: "I'll sit here and read the mail for a while."

Zhuo Jian didn't stop chopping the vegetables. Seeing the blood on the vegetables, he thought that his serious cleanliness would throw up if he saw the vegetables like this.

But she was very unhappy at this moment, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice: "I want to see how serious your cleanliness is."