I don't deserve your love

Chapter 935 Trembling

despair.

Loudly.

On the report, big tears fell down.

The room was quiet, and her expression was restrained and calm, but when she took a breath, a gust of wind poured into her heart for no reason, and something important seemed to be blown away, but she pressed it down in time.

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"Mr. Zhuo, Mr. Zhuo?"

"what?"

She was out of her mind for two consecutive days, and suddenly lost her voice during the interview.

Everyone outside the camera looked at her suspiciously.

Jian Qian woke her up and couldn't help looking at her suspiciously. She always had no distracting thoughts when she was working.

But she couldn't concentrate. He had no phone calls, no Wechat messages, and no news in the past two days.

If that report was true, if he really recovered his memory, why didn't he look for her?

Or, is that what he meant by the words he left before his business trip?

In fact, he just didn't want to entangle with her anymore?

But when he came back, they should...

"hiss!"

The hand holding the cup to catch the water was scalded until she regained consciousness, but as soon as she let go of the cup to hold her hand, the cup fell to the ground.

Today she was using a white china mug that broke in two.

But she looked at the cracked cup on the ground and started to lose her mind again.

I bought this when the two of them went to the supermarket together that year. She had been using a thermos before, but she only took it to the office recently when the weather got warmer.

in the blink of an eye...

There was a knock on the door from outside, and she came back to her senses, "Please come in."

"Ma'am, what's the matter with you?"

Yuan Man ran in, saw the broken cup on the ground, and immediately looked at the hand she was holding.

The back of her finger was hot and red, Yuan Man couldn't help but feel distressed, squeezed her hand and shouted: "Xia Xia, Xia Xia."

"coming."

"Madam is burnt, call to prepare a car and go to the hospital."

While talking, Yuan Man gently blew his hand to Zhuo Jian.

Zhuo Jian watched, feeling the cool breeze on the back of her fingers, and just felt how lucky she was to have such a good person to take care of her.

"It's okay, just put some ointment on it."

Fortunately, it only burned the index finger and the back of the hand.

"Really?"

Yuan Man didn't quite trust her, feeling that her hands were going to swell.

But Zhuo Jian insisted and only applied the ointment.

Later, there were two small vesicles, Zhuo Jian thought after seeing it, she would take a needle to pop it when she got home.

But when she was going home at night, she saw Uncle Zhou standing not far from the door of the unit.

Zhuo Jian was puzzled when she saw Uncle Zhou, and walked over: "Uncle Zhou, why are you here?"

"Young madam, tonight is the day to go back to the old house for dinner, have you forgotten?"

Uncle Zhou reminded her with a loving smile.

"Oh, I forgot."

Zhuojian reluctantly agreed.

She couldn't remember, and looked at her watch, only to realize that it was already Friday.

"Just call me next time, and you don't have to go there yourself."

In the past, she would remember, and Wang Yue would call to remind her, but not this time.

"Hey."

Uncle Zhou agreed.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia stood on the side, watched Zhuo Jian bend down to get into the car and looked at each other, and then they quickly went to the car behind.

Zhuo Jian got into the car only to find him there.

As soon as the car door was closed, she was in a dilemma, and a layer of trembling quickly appeared in her body.

The person who has been thinking about it for several days is suddenly in front of him.

like a dream.

But it's not a dream.

"I just came back from a business trip. I just picked you up after Uncle Zhou picked you up."

Fu Yanye was wearing a black suit, sitting inside, and briefly reminded her after seeing her.

Zhuo Jian understood that Uncle Zhou just picked her up by the way, feeling better, and then sat on the side silently.

There are countless emotions in the eyes that cannot be suppressed.

That report came back to her mind damn it.

It said he had recovered his memory.

And he looked so cold at this moment.

She finally couldn't help turning her head to look at him.

At a glance, she seemed to have fallen into the tunnel of reincarnation.

Fu Yanye pinched the center of his eyebrows, as if he was not feeling well.

But the whole body exudes an aura of refusal to be thousands of miles away.

Zhuo Jian felt that the hairs all over her body stood up quietly, and she couldn't help raising her arms to hug her arms, rubbing them gently, lowering her eyes, looking at her nose, nose, and heart.

The carriage was so quiet that Uncle Zhou couldn't help but look up in the rearview mirror.

But the two are obviously husband and wife, but they sit at the farthest place from each other.

Fu Yanye looked up at her like a frightened bird, frowning in doubt, "Cold?"

"No."

Zhuo Jian's eyelids moved, trying to calm herself down.

"Turn off the air conditioner."

Seeing her shrunk so much, Fu Yanye couldn't bear to watch her, and while ordering Uncle Zhou to turn off the air conditioner, he stretched out his hand to pull her into his arms, and raised his hand to cover her forehead.

Zhuo Jian panicked and made no choice but to push him away but was hugged even tighter by him.

No fever.

Fu Yanye frowned: "I don't have a fever, what's going on?"

Zhuo Jian felt that his cold breath made her almost breathless, but the temperature on his body was obviously warm, and the palm covering her forehead was even hotter, causing some thin sweat to rise on her forehead soon.

After a long time, she finally summoned up the courage to look up at him cautiously.

Fu Yanye also looked at her, finally understood, and asked her, "Because of that report?"

He didn't take the initiative to contact her these two days because he wanted to see how she would react.

The results of it?

Not a word.

The frightened appearance of her in his arms finally made him feel more at ease. It turned out that she was not unresponsive.

Zhuo Jian didn't speak, just looked in his eyes.

"So the me who has nearly 30 years of memories with you, is it a devil or something?"

scare you like this.

"you……"

Listening to his words, Zhuo Jian gradually regained her senses.

"Don't you have to get a divorce? With that report, we can get a divorce."

"..."

"on Monday."

Fu Yanye said softly to her.

Zhuo Jian couldn't speak anymore, just looked at him stupidly.

He didn't recover his memory?

He just for divorce?

Zhuo Jian still looked at him like that, unable to move her eyes away.

"Or, letting you go is letting me go."

Fu Yanye looked at the person in his arms and said softly, but his hands on her body tightened again.

For a few seconds, Zhuo Jian even wanted to lean up and be in his arms.

As if it were the last time.

But thinking about it, she finally restrained herself and only said softly, "Thank you."

"I want to take the kids to the island this weekend, come together?"

Fu Yanye looked at her, still gentle.

Zhuo Jian listened and nodded: "Yes."

"It should be the last time in the marriage."

Fu Yanye hugged her tightly, pressed her head into his arms, and gently pressed his chin against her and murmured.

Some, like, inseparable?

"Fu Yanye."

"Ok?"

"Let go of me."

"Let me hug you for a while, and if you become an ex in the future, I'm afraid you won't let me hug you anymore."

Fu Yanye hugged her, making clear his intentions.

Zhuo Jian couldn't move until her hand accidentally touched his button and made a hiss in pain.

"what happened?"

Fu Yanye saw that her face turned pale.

"It's okay, I accidentally burned my hand."