I don't deserve your love

Chapter 953

If so, she would be really relieved.

In her room, Mr. Fu had already taken a shower and was lying next to his daughter in the pajamas Wang Rui sent him.

When she fell asleep, her lips were still moving. Could it be that she was eating in her dreams?

Or are you hungry again?

His hand touched her lips lightly, and then he got up again.

Zhuo Jian saw that scene when she returned to her room.

Fu Yanye was feeding her daughter milk powder.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

And he's still in pajamas?

Zhuo Jian frowned suddenly after seeing clearly, where did she get men's pajamas here?

And what he looks like now...

Very good dad?

Hey, it must be an illusion.

Zhuo Jian watched for a while until he finished feeding her the half-bottle, put the bottle aside, moved her in her arms, and put it away gently.

At this moment, his lips were still moving, but his breathing was a little heavy.

Fu Yanye couldn't help laughing.

Zhuo Jian felt that this glance was really infinitely pampering.

Fu Yanye looked at her in a blink of an eye, didn't say anything, just got up to look for her.

Zhuo Jian stood at the door and looked at him: "Who told you to take a bath here?"

"Wang Rui sent pajamas over, and I was tired, so I washed them."

"..."

This is an excuse.

Wang Rui will send pajamas for no reason?

It must have been sent by him.

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a while, thought for a while, and said, "If you're really tired, you can sleep here all night. Go and sleep with your daughter."

Fu Yanye looked at her, "I'm not here to accompany my daughter."

This time, he was very serious.

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked into his eyes, her heart froze even more.

It's finally time to tell the truth.

"I reject."

There was arrogance and stubbornness in her eyes.

"Did you refuse?"

Fu Yanye put one arm around her slender waist.

She really recovered very quickly, and now her waist is much thinner than when they met each other.

"Of course I can't rely on strength, but are you sure you want to force it?"

Zhuo Jian raised her head to meet his dark black eyes, she wanted to give it a go.

Fu Yanye stared at her, and suddenly smiled, "I'm sleeping with my own wife, why are you not sure?"

Seriously, just say such nonsense.

Zhuo Jian felt that he was more and more similar to the previous him, but the previous one was not as restrained and serious as he is now.

I thought about it at that time, even though I was still asking her seriously, but I got it in the morning.

Also, after this reunion, because he was not sure about her, he was always restrained and polite. Even when she was five or six months old, the two of them seemed to be in love, and he couldn't help but feel happy. up.

Zhuo Jian thought they were different after all.

She sighed, raised her hand to gently cover his heart, and murmured thoughtfully, "Fu Yanye."

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye glanced at her hand on his chest, then looked at her again.

The air pressure between the two is low.

It's more dangerous than ambiguous.

At this time, in the dimly lit living room, there was a precarious barrier.

She looked up at him, frankly and bravely.

"Since you didn't hesitate to get drunk to give me a chance to trick you into signing the divorce agreement, you knew my plan tomorrow morning and cooperated with me. You planned to fulfill me, right?"

she asked him softly.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, but felt that the place on his heart where she was holding her was extremely hot.

"In this case, why not be more generous?"

Zhuo Jian looked at his chest and stroked it gently with her hands.

"Why be more generous?"

He also thought, don't be stingy and cooperate with her more.

"It's easy to get together and easy to part. Be generous to me and let me miss you after the divorce. When I recall this marriage, I still have nostalgia."

Zhuo Jian looked at him, and every word and every word came from the bottom of his heart, as if.

"Is there still nostalgia?"

Fu Yanye's mouth was a little tasteless.

If she still has nostalgia, she won't be like this.

At this time, she was stroking his heart, but she was just using this ambiguity to make him lose his mind.

But she also underestimated his concentration too much.

He is more sane now than ever.

He's just willing to be delirious on her, not really delirious.

He hooked her waist with a little force, "Which part do you still have nostalgia for?"

He was very interested in it.

Zhuo Jian stared at him, suddenly a little dazed.

She was setting him up very seriously.

"For example, you just cared about my cold hands."

Her eyes moved quickly, remembering the little bit of his tender concern just now.

"Oh? What else?"

His hands that were entangled with her and messed around on his chest spread out on his chest, not letting her touch it any more.

"And you love your daughter very much."

Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes and stopped looking at him.

"Is there anything else?"

Fu Yanye was indifferent to these things.

"Other?"

Zhuo Jian's pretty brows frowned slightly.

"Like in bed."

"..."

What Zhuo Jian didn't expect was that she originally wanted to take him away, but ended up being led by him.

She looked up at him with clear eyes, unable to speak for a long time.

Those so-called bed affairs are really, unforgettable.

"some."

"But I didn't."

"At once……"

Let that be a thing of the past.

Before she could finish speaking, her mouth was suddenly sealed.

He doesn't want to hear any more.

He just wanted to kiss her.

"Fu Yanye."

Her voice was muffled.

This time, he was no longer satisfied with the sweet taste between his lips and teeth, and quickly kissed her neck.

Immediately after she lifted her toes off the ground, she was picked up.

Zhuo Jian opened her eyes nervously, a pair of legs had already been placed on his strong waist, she looked at him in danger: "Fu Yanye, I will hate you if you do this."

"Hate it."

Fu Yanye continued to kiss her, becoming even more aggressive.

Before long, he put her on the sofa and pushed her up on it himself.

He was condescending, as if he was determined to taste his prey.

Even if the prey is poisonous.

Zhuo Jian lay there and looked at him with a look of no patience.

"Fu Yanye, calm down, you are not like this."

She tried to redeem.

Restore his restraint and calm.

"uh-huh."

Fu Yanye gave it to her with a smile in her phoenix eyes, and pushed up the large T-shirt she was wearing with her slender and warm fingers.

Zhuo Jian held his wrist: "You can't do this."

"I can."

He took her wrist in turn, and wrapped her T-shirt around her wrist.

"Be good, you'll be free after tonight, huh?"

When Fu Yanye kissed her again, she avoided her, her voice was full of danger.

free?

Zhuo Jian suddenly stopped resisting, and just lay there dumbly, feeling his lips sucking her skin.

Yes, free after tonight.

Isn't it just doing it?

It's not like they haven't done it.

He is nothing more than this amnesiac self who has no memory of marrying her and is unwilling to satisfy him.

It's just that she clearly figured it out, but a very fresh thorn still grew in her heart, and that thorn became harder and stronger, piercing straight through her heart.

"and many more."

"Um?