I don't deserve your love

Chapter 1173 Did You Say You Loved Me That Night?

Any misunderstanding should be solved immediately.

"Hey……"

The old lady felt that she hadn't spoken yet, but Fu Yanye had already got off the car and asked Uncle Zhou to take her away.

She looked at a tall and big man like her precious grandson, who was also vigorous and resolute in the mall, but he was around that little woman all day long. She didn't understand, how could he not be around well?

It stands to reason that the two of them have no one else in their hearts, shouldn't they be fine?

She thought of Zhuang Mingli again, and sighed helplessly, "Today I saw that kid who kidnapped our young lady, let alone, he is really pretty."

Uncle Zhou thought he was hallucinating, so he looked up at the rearview mirror, then looked back at the old lady, "Old lady, are you talking to me?"

"No, drive your car."

The old lady raised her eyes to look at him, and seeing that he didn't hear, she exhorted annoyedly.

"Hey."

Uncle Zhou agreed, and continued to do his duty well.

Just as Zhuo Jian was infused with fluid, the door of the ward was pushed open again.

"Master."

The aunt greeted respectfully from the side.

"It's a little higher than this time yesterday, 37 degrees nine."

The nurse looked at the thermometer and muttered to her.

Zhuo Jian didn't take it seriously, she felt a little confused, but she still had a fever.

"You can't leave the hospital privately today, you have to stay in the hospital for observation, at least seven days."

The nurse explained seriously.

Zhuo Jian looked at her, "Is it okay to leave after the transfusion?"

"Yes, you cannot leave the hospital for seven days."

Zhuo Jian suspected that the nurse had colluded with Fu Yanye.

After the nurse confirmed with her again and left, the aunt also said: "Young Madam, then I will go back and talk to the old lady first, and let the young master take care of you here."

How about the young master take care of her?

Zhuo Jian turned to look at Auntie, thinking that you really dare to say that.

But the aunt left anyway, and then Zhuo Jian leaned on the bed and looked at the phone, not going to talk to him.

It's just that he had a question to ask after all, so he stood for a while before sitting next to her.

Zhuo Jian's eyes were fixed on the place where he was sitting, and she wanted to tell him to get lost, but in the end she just lowered her head and continued to look at her phone.

"Did you say something to me that night?"

Fu Yanye asked suddenly.

Zhuo Jian looked at the phone screen and looked at his clothes, but didn't say anything.

Something came to her mind.

Of course she said it, but...

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, made sure that he had no memory, then lowered her head and continued to look at the phone.

"Did you ever say that?"

he urged.

"say what?"

Zhuo Jian asked lightly.

"say you Love Me."

Fu Yanye looked at her, not wanting to miss any subtle expressions on her face.

Her micro expression told him...

"No."

She looked at him, two words, without giving any hope.

Fu Yanye also stared at her, her eyes were moved for a second just now, he felt that it was not what she said.

And her words have been echoing in his mind since midnight last night.

"Really do not have?"

Fu Yanye lowered his voice and asked her for confirmation.

"Why should I love you?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

She finds it funny.

Everything about her was shattered by his distrust, so broken that she couldn't stick together anymore.

He thought she still had the ability to love him?

Even if she wanted to, she couldn't do it.

Fu Yanye choked with sobs, and raised his hand to hold her face, but just touched her jawline, she moved away.

He continued to move forward, holding her face with his domineering hands to prevent her from moving, forcing her to face him, "I was drunk that night."

These words are somewhat baseless.

If she had said it at the time, but he hadn't heard it, he would regret it for the rest of his life.

Because if there were no accidents, that might be the only time in her life that she said she loved him so completely to him.

Zhuo Jian felt that he was pretending to be sad, and she also choked up, but her words were sharp, "It's enough to be drunk, and Cheng Nuo is so intimate."

"..."

Fu Yanye was suddenly speechless.

"What? I didn't expect that I would still call the young girl's name after being drunk?"

"Zhuo Jian."

"Thinking that I am very dedicated, only to find out that I am just one of the men in the world who make mistakes?"

"..."

"Don't sell any more affectionate personas, and don't say that I'm sorry for you and you're sorry for me. We just came to an end like many couples who couldn't make it through."

She suddenly talked very densely, and she was so eloquent that he couldn't get in.

"We are different."

"Really? You know how to pretend better?"

"..."

"I'm tired and want to rest."

She didn't lie down because he was still holding her face.

He held back his breath and moved closer to her, trying to bite her several times, but in the end he just touched the tip of his nose, and then pressed his forehead against hers. He wanted to say a lot, but he just couldn't come out of his throat for a while.

He was no longer sure which sentence to say and which sentence not to say, as if it was too easy to make a mistake.

Her stubborn and proud appearance was obviously injured.

He breathed hard, let go of her slowly, and whispered humblely: "Okay, you rest."

Without saying a word, Zhuo Jian lay down on her side and closed her eyes behind his back.

Fu Yanye was still sitting there, looking at her indifferent profile, couldn't his heart be bitingly cold?

But he didn't talk for a long time, because she said she was tired and wanted to rest, so he thought, the most important thing now is to let her rest well.

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Only Chengcheng was brought by her aunt to see her at night, and brought her her usual favorite food and drink, and then knelt on the bed and touched her forehead, "Mommy, your head is still so hot."

"Fool, you just came in from the outside, of course you think Mommy's head is so hot, but you are actually too cold."

Zhuo Jian touched his cool little hand and said to him.

"Hee hee, I like cool ones."

Chengcheng doesn't like hot hands very much. He likes the feeling of cold outside, which is not felt at home at ordinary times, and it is very fresh.

Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, and after the orange went down, she opened the fruit cut by the chef at home, and gave her an orange with a fruit stick, "Mum, open your mouth."

"..."

She felt so sour.

Just looking at it, her mouth was a little sour, and it was even more sour after eating it, um, her mouth was so sour.

"Is it delicious? There are many more, I will bring you after you finish eating."

Chengcheng said and brought a big plate to her.

Zhuo Jian looked at the plate, frowned, then glanced at the person sitting by the window who had been silent all this time, and whispered, "Your father likes to eat, go and give him some."

"Huh? Isn't Mommy likes oranges? I brought them specially for Mommy."

Chengcheng seemed particularly reluctant, really special.

He is not willing to give his father to eat.

Zhuo Jian wanted to sour him to death, but she saw through her son's thoughts and didn't force her anymore, she could only say: "The doctor said I can't eat too much now, so let's put these here first, and Mommy can eat them later. Just eat them all."

"That's it, that's good."

Chengcheng said and took it away for her.

The aunt watched from the side, and had to say: "The young master is really considerate. He asked someone to buy fresh oranges in the morning, and he handled them so well that not even a single strand was allowed."

Zhuo Jian also felt very heartwarming that her son loved her so much.

"Young master, we should go back."

Auntie said to Chengcheng.

"Mummy, I want to stay here with you."

Chengcheng reluctantly leaves.

His mommy is sick, he is the eldest son, he should stay and take care of mommy.

After all, he has already done everything well, so it must be no problem to take care of Mommy.

The person who had been sitting by the window looking at his mobile phone didn't even respond to asking him to eat oranges, but now he raised his eyes to look at the boy who expressed his enthusiasm for his wife.