I don't deserve your love

Chapter 931 Zhuo Jian, can you stop dumping me?

Fu Yanye said, looking at her with drunken eyes.

Zhuo Jian also looked straight at him, with protest in his eyes.

She didn't drink, but they lived in the same place.

She has no obligation to send him.

"You're still looking for someone..."

"boarding."

Fu Yanye took her hand and sent her directly into the driver's seat.

Everyone is watching at the door.

He fastened her seat belt.

Zhuo Jian looked at him, wondering if it was because he had been drinking, she buckled the seat belt twice before fastening it, and then looked up at her again.

He laughed suddenly and said, "I seem to be drunk."

Zhuo Jian was a little bit prickly by his eyes, and didn't speak for a while.

Fu Yanye got into the co-pilot by himself, closed the door, and fastened his seat belt.

Zhuo Jian drove away in the car.

He leaned back in the seat and sighed, then unbuttoned two buttons on his shirt with his slender fingers.

Zhuo Jian saw his movements from the rearview mirror and didn't understand.

At the same time, he turned to look at him warily: "What are you doing?"

"A little hot."

He was clearly in pain.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

His Adam's apple was down, and it was all red.

Zhuo Jian suddenly had a bad guess, and then tightly grasped the steering wheel with nervous hands.

"Fu Yanye, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Ok?"

His voice was hoarse, and he turned to look at her.

Zhuo Jian didn't say it a second time, she just drove the car towards the hospital.

Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time, then suddenly raised his hand, touched her hair, and touched her ear.

Zhuo Jian felt terrible, what the hell?

They were going to get a divorce, and she didn't want it.

At this moment, a WeChat message suddenly appeared on the phone.

Her password has not been changed, Fu Yanye 'kindly' opened it for her to show her.

Then both of them saw the message from Zhong Mai.

"By the way, it's been half a year since you gave birth, so let's have a fun with Mr. Fu."

"..."

Zhuo Jian was speechless, and was about to cry because of her sister Zhong Mai.

Do you send any information at this time?

Fu Yanye looked up at her after reading the message: "Either?"

"She posted it for fun."

"I just want to ask you, do you need to have fun in time?"

"..."

"I can accompany you."

To be honest, he felt bad for such a divorce.

He never had that memory.

"Shut up you."

Zhuo Jian didn't want to talk to him anymore, her face was already blushing with shame, and she just wanted to go to the hospital quickly.

After arriving at the hospital, she finally relaxed, but just as she unbuckled her seat belt, her eyes suddenly went dark.

Fu Yanye pressed her over and pressed her into the seat.

In the cramped space, his alcohol-stained breath was between her nose and lips, and he asked her in a hoarse voice: "Give me some memories about this, and don't let me get kicked out for nothing, okay?"

"Can you be serious?"

Zhuo Jian couldn't bear him and he started to be in heat again.

"Am I not serious? Huh?"

His forehead lightly touched hers, then the tip of his nose lightly rubbed, his voice hoarse.

"I know you didn't drink too much, so don't do this."

Zhuo Jian pushed his chest with both hands.

She has already seen a lot of how much he drinks. Tonight, he only had five drinks. What do you want to pretend to be drunk for her right now?

"There is a saying that everyone is drunk without drinking, Zhuo Jian, I think I am really drunk with you."

Fu Yanye murmured, with black eyelashes hanging down, from her soft lips a little bit down, saw her slender neck, then leaned forward and kissed her lightly, and then sucked hard .

"Ah."

Zhuo Jian gasped in pain, and held her neck up for a long time, not daring to move anymore.

Until he is willing to stop and let go.

He looked at her biting her lip, her angry face was rosy, he smiled helplessly, and whispered against her neck: "The divorce was not my original intention, it was you who got me drunk."

There was a heat wave in Zhuo Jian's heart.

Soon, the heat wave faded away, leaving a layer of hot water droplets on her heart membrane.

Did she get him drunk?

She had planned it long ago, but didn't he?

That night, it was he himself who never refused.

"How can you give up, am I so bad?"

He murmured, and soon looked up at her.

The lights in the car were dim, but his poor eyes were still shining like stars.

And Zhuo Jian's gentle eyes could no longer hold him.

"I can at least warm your bed. You love cold legs. How can you survive alone in winter?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt that this person was absolutely perfect.

"Zhuo Jian, can you not dump me?"

He murmured, looking at her with pity in his eyes.

Zhuo Jian was going crazy, what happened to him suddenly?

Zhuo Jian's cell phone rang, she reached out to touch it, and finally found it, and saw a string of numbers in front of her eyes.

Fu Yanye immediately threw her cell phone behind, then held her wrists and put them on top of her head: "Didn't you block him?"

"..."

"Who told you to pull him back from the blacklist?"

Fu Yanye questioned, and under Zhuo Jian's questioning eyes, he lowered his head and kissed her lips.

"I don't allow you to communicate with him," he said.

This is Liu Yuntian's number, but this is Liu Yuntian's new number, Zhuo Jian only just remembered it, but obviously Fu Yanye also knows it.

Zhuo Jian couldn't struggle, and her mouth hurt even from his kiss.

Fu Yanye looked at her angrily, "Block him."

"Fu Yanye, you simply...don't look for me after seven o'clock in the evening."

Especially after meals.

He likes to drink two cups, and after drinking, he likes to mess around.

That little wine was not enough for him to get drunk at all, but he made a fuss as if he was really drunk, which made her unable to resist.

"Tell me why."

Fu Yanye was puzzled, but couldn't help but kissed her again.

Well, what he wants now is more than kissing her on the mouth, thinking, looking down at her career line.

Zhuo Jian immediately wanted to slap him when she found out, but she was trapped and couldn't move.

"Why can't I find you after seven o'clock?"

Fu Yanye asked again, and when she turned her head to ignore him angrily, she directly sucked her neck that was exposed so that he could kiss him.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Why else?

This is the reason.

"Zhuo Jian, do you want to do what Mr. Zhong said? I want to test my persistence, and the husband hasn't handed in homework for his wife for a long time, right?"

"Fu Yanye, you..."

"I want to give you a satisfactory answer."

Maybe then you don't want to get a divorce.

Confused by his words, Zhuo Jian blushed and was speechless.

Neuropathy, neuropathy, he is simply a neuropathy now.

"and……"

He whispered in her ear, but before he finished speaking, the cell phone in his trousers pocket rang.

He was upset, and his eyes suddenly became cold and severe, but after thinking about it, he continued to hold Zhuo Jian's wrist on top of her head with one hand, and reached for the phone and held it in front of him.

"It's Liang Yu."

He looked down and suddenly smiled slyly.

As soon as Zhuo Jian heard Liang Yu, Fu Yanye struggled reflexively, and immediately glanced at her: "I don't care if I make noise and be heard."

In the small compartment, his deep voice was suddenly full of menace.

Zhuo Jian did settle down.

Fu Yanye saw that she had suddenly become obedient, and couldn't help but look at her again before answering the phone, "What advice can Miss Liang have for being so late?