I don't deserve your love

Chapter 990 Let You Go Back to Your Room

Fu Yanqing just dragged Zhuo Jian into the room, planning to have a long talk all night.

Zhuo Jian pretended not to see it after reading WeChat, and then looked at Fu Yanqing with a smile: "I'll sleep with you tonight."

"Of course I can't wish for it, but didn't your man send an order to let you go back to your room to serve the bed?"

"My great aunt."

"Then why is he looking for you? Are you two playing other ways?"

As Fu Yanqing spoke, she raised her eyebrows mysteriously.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

These siblings are absolutely perfect.

"Don't be shy, we are all women, and we grew up together."

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt that in the past one or two years, she might be very sensitive to the saying that she grew up together.

"Tell you a serious thing, Liang Yu really liked my brother before."

Fu Yanqing suddenly became serious.

Zhuo Jian listened and nodded: "Oh."

She lowered her head and looked at the ring on her hand, somewhat unhappy.

"But she has an aloof personality. Seeing that my brother is getting close to Lin Ruxiang, she doesn't dare to chase her."

Fu Yanqing said again.

Thinking of Lin Ruxiang, Zhuo Jian felt even more headache. Thinking about it, she smiled helplessly. Anyway, she would never be able to leave this person in her life.

Up to now, many people are talking about Fu Yanye's White Moonlight, it's Lin Ruxiang.

That woman's tragic fate was all given to her by Zhuo Jian.

"I guess it's because she knew that Lin Ruxiang was out of business and she didn't know you well enough, so..."

Before Fu Yanqing finished speaking, Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang.

"Ex-husband?"

Immediately let Fu Yanqing forget the topic just now.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Hang up directly, but for a moment I don't know how to explain the origin of these two words.

"My brother? When did you become your ex-husband? You two, are you divorced?"

Fu Yanqing was frightened by her own thoughts, covered her mouth and looked at her in disbelief.

"Almost."

Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly.

I thought to myself, I was going to leave.

He signed the divorce agreement and it was a pleasure.

How could I know that a fever would suddenly leave me.

Thinking of what he said at the time, it was frightening to death.

It's hard for him, and don't let others think about it.

In fact, this fits Fu Yanye's personality very well, and he has always been such a person.

Just changed after amnesia.

"Almost, why don't you change it back? Be careful when my brother sees it, I will spank your ass."

Fu Yanqing speaks with the heart of a child.

But Zhuo Jian took it seriously.

That person might actually do it.

But she looked down at the two words and didn't want to change them.

Every time he said what he said, it was hard for her to be the master for a while, but the matter was not over yet, and he changed his mind.

Want to cry, but laughed.

After an unknown period of time, Fu Yanqing's door was knocked lightly twice.

The two women on the bed were wearing the same style of pajamas, chatting against the head of the bed, and then looked dumbfounded at the man who opened the door and only stuck his head in.

"elder brother?"

Fu Yanqing couldn't see clearly either.

Seeing that both of them were wearing pajamas, Fu Yanye walked in.

Zhuo Jian directly wanted to play dead, but it was too late to recover.

So just watch him approach.

"It's too late, I'll talk about it tomorrow if I have anything to say."

Fu Yanye said.

"Oh!"

Fu Yanqing hadn't finished saying oh, but Fu Yanye had already bent over and picked Zhuo Jian up from the bed.

Zhuo Jian didn't say a word, and just let it go.

After Fu Yanye went out, he shouted inside, "Please help me close the door."

Fu Yanye couldn't move while holding Zhuo Jian, so Zhuo Jian automatically reached out to help close the door.

Then the two went back to their room.

The crib, which I hadn't seen for a long time, was next to their big bed.

The inside is decorated in light pink.

Cheng Tian lay in it and fell asleep.

I slept soundly.

Zhuo Jian only glanced at it, but couldn't see clearly after being put on the bed by Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye propped her hands on both sides of her body, making her lean against the head of the bed as before in Fu Yanqing's room, bent her knees, looked at her with black eyes, and said in a low voice, "Send WeChat?" Come back, if you don’t answer the call, you just want me to come and invite you?”

"Yanqing wants to sleep with me."

Zhuo Jian could only move out his sister.

"You know that as long as I'm at home, it's impossible for you to sleep in someone else's bed."

Fu Yanye was still so calm and confident.

Still a little rebellious?

Still a little defiant?

a little more...

Well, there are too many to list here.

Fu Yanye raised his hand and scratched the tip of her nose: "Is it uncomfortable to want to avoid the inevitable?"

"..."

"Why bother? Isn't it?"

Fu Yanye said softly with a smile.

It seemed that he was afraid of waking up his daughter.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak any more. She glanced at him and then at the small bed, "Would you like your daughter to sleep with us?"

"Ah."

"Then, take her to the bed. It's been a long time since the three of us slept together."

She was gentle, cautious, with a little pleading look in her eyes.

Fu Yanye laughed: "You don't sleep honestly, I'm afraid you'll overwhelm her."

"..."

Who sleeps dishonestly?

She sleeps honestly, but it's someone who is always at ease.

Fu Yanye sat beside her, and he could tell what she was thinking just by looking at her, but he was not angry, but just about to speak, the mobile phone in her silver-white pajama pants turned on, and there was only one lamp in their room. Xiao Deng, her clothes are made of thin silk, which can be seen at a glance.

Fu Yanye looked down, then pulled out.

Zhuo Jian lowered her head curiously, and when she saw him taking her mobile phone, she immediately yelled in her heart, it's not good.

But before she had time to say anything, Fu Yanye had already held her outstretched hands and connected the phone, "Hello?"

"Fu Yanye?"

"you are?"

"Sheng Xin."

"Ah, Mr. Sheng, long time no see."

Fu Yanye let out a faint sound.

Zhuo Jian's scalp felt numb.

Mr. Sheng?

Who?

Zhuo Jian rang for a long time before remembering, but Fu Yanye had already hung up the phone.

Fu Yanye was still holding her hand, flipping through her phone and said, "Sheng Xin asked you to publish a public relations draft, and it was rumored on the Internet that his wife slept with his co-star."

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Net transmission...?

She didn't see it.

She couldn't help leaning forward, thinking that he was flipping through the news.

When she saw that he was flipping through her address book, she immediately got on her knees and grabbed the phone from his side.

"Ex-husband? Which one?"

After Fu Yanye saw those two words, he turned his head and frowned and asked her.

He was very curious.

Zhuo Jian looked at his incomprehensible eyes, calmed down soon after, and then slowly leaned against the head of the bed again, heartbroken, smashed the pot, looked at him coldly and said, "You knew it before .”

"Huh? It's me?"

Fu Yanye frowned even tighter.

Zhuo Jian looked at him and continued to turn over, guessing that he was probably checking the numbers.

Sure enough, he smiled angrily, looked at her with squinted eyes, and said to her, "I've been a bit out of memory recently, please explain to me what's going on with this ex-husband? Huh?"