I don't deserve your love

Chapter 1350 He whispered her name softly

Only then did she realize that she was still standing against the wall, like a pupil who was punished for standing.

But she did nothing wrong, she let herself not be nervous, then walked over and sat on the sofa in front of the bookshelf.

"What do you want to say?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

"Um……"

Zhuo Jian pondered, then looked up at him again.

Just clasping his hands tightly, getting more and more nervous.

His expression was so serious, so serious that she began to wonder whether she should speak, whether she could speak.

If you mess with him, then...

She subconsciously grabbed her hands and stood up again: "I suddenly remembered that I don't know how to make dumplings."

"Ok?"

"You said to make dumplings together at night, what should I do?"

Zhuo Jian asked.

Fu Yanye: "..."

Zhuo Jian was quite frightened by his furrowed brows, thought for a while, and then said: "Why don't I go online to learn it now."

"stop."

Fu Yanye left his seat.

Zhuo Jian had only taken two steps, and had no choice but to turn her head again, watching him approach step by step, her legs softened to the point of retreating unconsciously.

Fu Yanye walked slowly in front of her, she stepped back, and he followed, knowing that when she was dodged to the door, his hand grabbed her arm, and then pressed himself up.

Zhuo Jian slowly stuck to the door.

Fu Yanye didn't let go of her arm, and pressed his other hand against the wall covering, looking straight at her with black eyes: "It's okay if you don't know how to make dumplings, just don't forget your identity."

Identity?

Zhuo Jian looked up at him and said softly, "Is your wife?"

"Who is my wife?"

Fu Yanye asked her again.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Of course she understood what he meant.

She smiled, bowed her head and stopped talking.

But the next moment Fu Yanye pinched her jaw and raised it, making her look at him.

Hey!

Zhuo Jian thinks that he is really domineering, powerful, and... unreasonable.

Who would love such a person?

How could she be his wife.

Even if it was, she guessed that there was no real emotion between them.

Those people also said that the two of them have a deep relationship, how deep?

Who would really like a domineering, unreasonable, CEO?

"Zhuo Jian."

"Ok?"

She responded subconsciously, and then realized...

this name...

Fu Yanye laughed softly, and couldn't help touching her soft lips, and slowly pressed her forehead against her forehead.

Zhuo Jian's heart beat faster for no reason, and he didn't say anything, just sticking to her so ambiguously.

Soon, there was the sound of running outside, and Xia Nuan looked at him nervously: "It seems to be your son."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye was startled.

his son?

"It should be Orange Orange."

She listened carefully again and recognized the footsteps.

Fu Yanye looked at her earnestly discerning who it was, but couldn't help but sighed softly, and murmured: "When we quarreled before, pretended that you would never see him again, you have to work hard with me."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was puzzled and wanted to keep a distance from him, but he held his face.

He went on to say: "But now, you can easily tell that he is my son, and you don't recognize him."

"..."

Zhuo Jian thought, look, I know you have a bad relationship.

Still fighting for his son.

"Where's Dad?"

There are inquiries outside.

"who is this?"

He pressed her forehead and asked again.

"Cheng Qing? Or Cheng Li? They both seem to have the same voice."

Zhuo Jian whispered, she was not too sure.

Fu Yanye was in a good mood, and said, "I don't know either."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't expect that he couldn't tell the difference, she wanted to see him, but he still pressed her forehead so ambiguously that she felt her forehead hurt.

"We couldn't tell the difference before. They both wore two beads on their wrists with their names written on them. We used that to identify them, but you didn't tell me before and you couldn't tell the difference."

"Then how did you know later?"

"Once you called the wrong name, the son himself reminded you."

"..."

How long has it been?

Zhuo Jian felt that the couple's recognition ability was too poor, at most half a month later, she would definitely be able to recognize them easily.

Fu Yanye finally let go of her forehead, but held her face against him, thinking about why she came just now, and then sighed helplessly: "Shall we have a good New Year?"

"Ah."

Although Zhuo Jian was a little puzzled, she still agreed.

Fu Yanye couldn't help touching her short hair again. During the time she came back, her hair had grown a little, but it was far from the length he wanted.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help lowering her head.

She wasn't used to having her hair touched like this.

She always thought it was something grown-ups do to children.

But now, he touched her hair and felt...

What she didn't pay attention to, was already against his chest.

Fu Yanye smelled a strange smell in her hair, and felt astringent in her heart, but she couldn't help touching it.

She has been back for so long, but there is still an outside smell on her body.

She was hugged a little closer, she came back to her senses, her hands couldn't help grabbing the fabric of his shirt, and she wanted to push it away but he held it against her chest.

He suddenly embraced her with both hands, as if they were very precious.

Zhuo Jian felt a little suffocated, she couldn't breathe, and pushed him out with both hands.

"Jane."

He whispered her name softly.

Finally, her hands could only grab a bit of his fabric, and could no longer push it.

Let him hold you in your arms.

He missed her very much, thinking that they met in the reincarnation of past and present lives, and they would be separated again after just a short hug. The place.

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New Year's Eve is happy, and someone on the beach started to set off fireworks very early.

The whole family makes dumplings and stir-fries vegetables at home. Uncle Chen also rushes home to celebrate the New Year after preparing the dishes. Now there are only two aunts and the housekeeper at home to help.

Zhuo Jian's dumplings were poorly made, even Cheng Cheng and Cheng Qing Chengli couldn't help opening their mouths to laugh at her, only Cheng Tian smiled and squinted her eyes, the lady covered her mouth and said: "Mommy's dumplings are so funny .”

Zhuo Jian's palm-sized face was a little, no, it was very hot.

But none of them know how to do it, so why make fun of her?

Wang Yue was able to practice, and the dumplings were as beautiful as ingots, but he smiled and said, "Don't be discouraged, your mommy and I have practiced for almost 40 years to get to this point."

"Are you saying that I can't teach well?"

The old lady said on the side.

"Mom, students are stupid."

Wang Yue said to save face.

Zhuo Jian suddenly felt very warm, the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law is really good.

Moreover, Fu Zhengzhi usually wears suits and leather shoes, but now he is wearing casual clothes at home, and standing there rolling dough by himself, it is no problem for so many people to pack.

Look at Fu Yanye again...