I don't deserve your love

Chapter 1177 The Taste of Blood

Late at night, it was cold and windy outside.

At the door, her slender figure tilted slightly, looking up at the tall man, "What's wrong?"

"fine."

What he said was cloudless.

In fact, the jealousy in my heart has already been overturned.

But how can he say it?

When their situation is so serious that they have to confront each other even if they say a word.

He chose silence.

On the way back, he parked the car on the side of the road in annoyance.

The overhead lights were particularly dim, and the shadows of the tree branches hit the car windows, shaking with the wind.

Fu Yanye said suddenly, "Don't you know you can't drink alcohol?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him suspiciously.

"You have just been discharged from the hospital, so you are in such a hurry to go in again?"

He urgently needs to find some topics to divert his mind.

"I didn't drink."

Zhuo Jian explained.

Fu Yanye looked at her, but was speechless again.

He was so angry that he had nowhere to vent, he just felt that he was about to go crazy with suffocation.

In the end, I could only continue to start the car and go home.

After returning to Shengyuan, he said: "You go up first."

Seeing that he seemed angry, Zhuo Jian turned around and opened the car door to get out without asking any further questions.

It's just that her arms were suddenly grabbed, and she was pushed back into the seat in turn.

He was close at hand, looking at her with dark eyes, his voice was low and powerful: "You really want to do this?"

"what?"

Zhuo Jian didn't understand, but because of the current situation, she seemed a little heavy and unable to do what she wanted.

"Zhuo Jian."

He looked at her, looked into her cold eyes, and it took him a long time to say that sentence: "I hate you now."

Even if Lin Ruxiang was by his side, she never let another man get so close to her.

But now, she easily let a man about her age hold her thigh and flirt with her.

Zhuo Jian stared at him for a long while speechless.

It's obvious that the two of them want to entangle each other, but they hate each other, right?

Therefore, talk as little as possible, and talking less will avoid quarrels.

If you don't fight, you won't be so exhausted.

They should all conserve their energy for other things.

One of the most unworthy things in this world is to quarrel.

His hand was still on her arm, a little hard, and he tried to let her go, but he couldn't do anything.

How could she let another man touch her?

What other intimate things did that man do to her?

Would that man kiss her as forcefully as he did?

She can't resist him all the time, so what about that man?

She came out so late, and even called Ouyang Ping and Li Yuqing, probably for the purpose of covering up her relationship with that man, right?

Does she really think that man is good and wants to try with him?

That man named Zhuang Mingli.

"I don't like you now either."

This is just right, it's disgusting to see each other.

She lowered her eyes and didn't look at him, but when she spoke, her heart felt uncomfortable, but the feeling was not serious.

He laughed with bitterness and ridicule.

He still held her face, and then pressed it against her forehead: "It's a pity you can't escape."

"What do I have to run away from? If I can live like this for the rest of my life, that's my fate. The three words Mrs. Fu still carry a lot of weight, don't they?"

After Zhuo Jian choked up, her thin voice was full of reluctance to admit defeat.

"Zhuo Jian's husband is also very good."

He also paused and choked up, and those three words were even more unwilling.

In the cramped carriage, it finally fell silent.

She looked at him, and smiled after a while, "Yes."

The name Fu Yanye is enough for her to turn upside down in City A, as long as he allows it.

As long as he wins this lawsuit, she will never want to leave him in this life. She wants to live wantonly by his side and let him know that she will not just be bullied. He was not allowed to dislike the out-of-key song sung to him on his back, forcing him to agree...

Will that girl come back?

"Did you ever say that you love me very much? I was drunk that night."

"No."

He pressed her forehead, sad to grief.

She answered without suspense.

But that sentence would often sound in his ears, it was her voice.

Is it his delusion?

Is it his wishful thinking?

He clasped the back of her head and pressed against her forehead, trying to feel her warmth, only in this way could he be sure that they were still with each other.

"Zhuo Jian."

When he called her name, he was a little helpless.

Zhuo Jian remained silent, and her lips began to dry out.

"Don't make me feel like I'm going to lose you any moment."

He choked up.

Zhuo Jian thought it was funny, who lost who among them?

He's such an outcast, calling her...

"I know I won't, never will."

He was finally willing to let go of her, and looked straight at her again.

She is his, this point, life after life, life after life, no one can change it.

The person who made her feel distressed just now made her feel that her thoughts were funny in an instant. She looked at him and finally smiled, "Fu Yanye, you are so conceited."

He also smiled, stood shoulder to shoulder with her, and looked at her, but in the next second he suddenly became serious and sealed her dry lips.

Zhuo Jian's lips hurt badly, but he held her face and kissed her tightly.

It's just that she was indifferent, and just let him pry her lips open.

He pressed her into the seat, and they both fell down.

Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes lifted, and then closed again.

I just felt that his kisses became more and more intensive, and his warm and firm fingers penetrated into her clothes.

The image appeared in his mind, Zhuang Mingli squeezed her leg, getting so close to her.

He stopped suddenly, panting, and asked her sadly: "Why did you let him touch you?"

Zhuo Jian lay there on his back, turned his face slightly, and said in a hoarse and weak voice, "Fu Yanye, have you ever thought about really trying to have sex with someone else?"

Fu Yanye stopped talking, just stared at her, and then pinched her chin domineeringly to make her look at him, "Don't you dare to have such a thought..."

"I have, more and more."

"I'll give it to you if you want it."

"Not you, except you."

Zhuo Jian shouted, looking into his big eyes, tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

She couldn't control herself anymore, and she didn't want to listen to his threats anymore.

Tears blocked her sight, she could no longer see the expression on his face clearly, but she didn't want to care anymore, she just looked at him, and said to him in a hoarse voice: "Maybe this world can, um..."

The pain spread from her throat to her heart.

She couldn't choke, but gasped with difficulty, endured it, and looked at the dead branches outside the car window.

The tip of his tongue tasted the smell of blood, and it was even more crazy when it entered his throat.

He let go of her lips, looked at the drops of blood that came out quickly, and just sucked it hard, seeing her deathly numb expression, he suddenly buried his face, and squeezed hard on her throat...