I don't deserve your love

Chapter 911

"You go ahead."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, but only glanced.

She just goes ahead.

Don't mess with him.

"There is a reception tomorrow, will you accompany me?"

He took her up a notch, always, when he spoke enough for her to hear clearly.

Zhuo Jian thought for a while and agreed, "But I can't drink."

"The whole world knows that Mrs. Fu's young lady has just given birth, so who dares to force you to drink?"

Fu Yanye told her as if chatting casually.

Zhuo Jian could hear the meaning of not allowing others to provoke him.

"That's fine."

Zhuo Jian responded casually.

then……

"Good morning Mommy, good morning Dad."

The twins stop and say hello to them.

"Morning, ah!"

Zhuo Jian hadn't finished speaking, she was defenseless.

The silk scarf around his neck was suddenly pulled, tightened and loosened.

Reflexively, she clutched her neck and turned her head to look at the culprit who removed her silk scarf.

On the left, right, right, and front of her neck, there are dense hickey marks.

The elders are sitting on the sofa, and the children are in front of them. What does he want to do?

Does he not understand why she wears a silk scarf?

At this time, the babies did indeed stop, looking at her with big eyes that could not be more pure.

"Mommy, Daddy will plant strawberries for you."

"many."

"Mommy, does it hurt?"

Cheng Qing took small steps, tiptoed in front of her and raised his hand to touch her neck.

Zhuo Jian embarrassedly let go of her tied hair, and grabbed Cheng Qing's little hand: "It doesn't hurt, Mommy wasn't actually planted with strawberries, but was bitten by a mosquito last night."

Cheng Qing listened innocently, Cheng Li didn't care too much, he wanted to continue playing, but Cheng Cheng...

"cut!"

Orange ran away.

"Hey, let me see how big the mosquito is? It bites people so hard?"

When Wang Yue came out from the kitchen, she saw Zhuo Jian clutching her neck from a long distance, listening to what Zhuo Jian said.

Zhuo Jian blushed, "Mom, good morning."

Embarrassed, she wanted to find a hole in the ground and sneak in. She turned her eyes to the silk scarf wrapped around Fu Yanye's hand.

Why did he suddenly pull her silk scarf?

"It's early, it's early."

Wang Yue looked at her in a good mood, and then happily walked towards the sofa.

The old lady and Wang Yue looked at each other, and then they both laughed lowly.

The old man was reading the newspaper without thinking too much. Seeing the two of them laughing, he asked, "What are you two laughing at?"

"Be happy."

The old lady said that she understood Wang Yue's appearance and continued to laugh.

Zhuo Jian was very helpless.

She could say that he trapped her with great strength, and then she didn't dare to make too much noise because she was afraid of being heard.

At that time, there were so many kisses, the first few times I could still feel pain, but gradually I just felt worried, and I didn't know how much it was. I only saw it when I went to the bathroom in the morning. She was scared to death, but unexpectedly, everyone so happy.

Zhuo Jian couldn't help turning her head and glaring at Fu Yanye, then went to grab the silk scarf.

Fu Yanye raised his hand, silently raising his hand.

Zhuo Jianjian tiptoed to grab her. Fu Yanye held her wrist, staring straight at her with black eyes.

The two of them seemed to be performing a silent mime.

Nobody wants to be heard.

But obviously one is intentional, and the other is really anxious.

Fu Yanye put the silk scarf behind his back, and Zhuo Jian's arm passed by his waist, and his tender arm was wrapped around his heart, so he directly pulled her into his arms.

Zhuo Jian felt that she had bumped into it, and it hurt so much, she waited for him from embarrassment and asked him what he was going to do with her eyes.

Fu Yanye didn't speak, but looked at the crystal clear eyes in her, obviously annoyed by being provoked, and suddenly felt a little distressed, so he lowered his eyes and kissed her.

Zhuo Jian moved away subconsciously.

Fu Yanye didn't understand, but just kept looking at her in that position.

It may have been ten seconds.

Zhuo Jian gradually understood, looked up at his lips, and took the initiative to meet him.

Then her hand grabbed the silk scarf behind his waist, but just as she was about to rejoice, he was entangled tightly. The kiss that was just a touch of water turned into a deep kiss.

Zhuo Jian was so nervous that she was dying. Although the children ran away, it was the time when the family was the most organized, so it was hard not to be seen by everyone.

They are all old couples, what are they doing in the lobby on the first floor?

Zhuo Jian couldn't struggle, so she could only grab the fabric behind him, raised her head, and kissed him a few times with all her heart.

Fu Yanye was slightly satisfied and knew that the occasion was inappropriate, so he let her go.

When looking at her with only a pair of black eyes, they are particularly haunting.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him and immediately moved away, holding the silk scarf and tied it around her neck again.

She couldn't run into the living room right now, so she ran into the kitchen.

Wang Yue and the old lady would tease her, but the servants were fine.

"Morning young lady."

But the chef and aunt who were preparing breakfast inside had obviously watched the scene a long time ago, with joy in their eyes.

"Well, what are you doing?"

Zhuo Jian pretended not to notice, and just went to the stove to look.

When Fu Yanye went to sit on the sofa, Wang Yue asked, "Are you reconciled?"

Fu Yanye raised his eyes, how could it be so easy to reconcile?

"No."

In everyone's expectation, Fu Yanye let out a faint cry.

"No? How is it possible? It's all like that."

Wang Yue didn't believe it.

The old lady also found it incredible.

The old man continued to read the newspaper, just trying to listen with his ears up.

"I forced it."

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes, and his voice was emotionless.

"You are strong..."

Wang Yue was so angry that he almost kicked him.

The old lady frowned even more, this feeling of joy for nothing was really uncomfortable.

The old man was quite calm, his expression seemed to say that I knew it would not be so easy.

But look at Fu Yanye's look...

The appearance of a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, the old man still sighed: "Use force as soon as possible, that is your wife, what is the teacher used for?"

"what?"

Fu Yanye looked at his grandfather puzzled.

"Smelly boy, does it hurt?"

"pain."

The old man threw the newspaper over at him, and Fu Yanye admitted it hurt.

Afterwards, Fu Yanye understood, but how could he not love her?

Haven't you been enduring it all this time?

In his memory, the two of them had never even truly united as one.

If he doesn't love her, he can ignore her when she was pregnant, including last night.

During breakfast, Fu Yanye was even more upset. Both the old man and the old lady wore wedding rings on their hands, as did his parents. Only their husband and wife had the shortest marriage time, but their hands were empty.

He turned his head to look at her, saw that she was eating breakfast in silence, lost her appetite instantly, and leaned back.

Fu Zhengzhi glanced at his son, "What's wrong? The food doesn't suit your appetite?"

"I'm not feeling well, I don't want to eat, I'm going to work."

Fu Yanye simply got up.

"Not feeling well? What's wrong with you? Have a headache again?"

Wang Yue became nervous when he heard it.

"..."

Fu Yanye wanted to say no, but seeing Zhuo Jian looking at him, he suddenly agreed: "Well, a little bit, but it's not serious, don't worry, grandparents, parents, I'm going to work first."