I don't deserve your love

Chapter 902 It's You

"Can't go back."

Fu Yanye slowly lay on the steering wheel, opened the window, and let the outside wind blow in.

"what happened?"

Zhuo Jian heard something wrong with his voice.

"fine."

He hangs up.

Zhuo Jian took the phone to her eyes, saw that he had hung up, and subconsciously wanted to call again, but after a second thought, she went to the garage to pick up the car.

There were not many people outside the TV station late at night, and Fu Yanye's car was parked where he always liked to park.

Zhuo Jian got out of the car and walked over, seeing the person lying on the steering wheel clearly, "Fu Yanye."

Fu Yanye didn't move, and continued lying there.

Zhuo Jian was nervous and reached out to touch his neck, "Fu Yanye."

The cold touch made him gasp, then turned his head and looked at her sideways: "You're here."

Zhuo Jian felt hot in her heart, and said softly, "You have a little fever."

"I am fine."

He looked at her, pitifully.

Zhuo Jian felt uncomfortable, and she knew that she would wait for him to come before leaving.

"Can you still drive?"

She took her hand away, put it in her pocket, and asked him softly.

Fu Yanye lowered his head and coughed twice before nodding: "Yes."

Zhuo Jian heard that his voice was hoarse, and thought for a while, "You wait for me here, I'll drive to the parking lot and come find you."

Fu Yanye watched her turn around and get into the car she drove.

Zhuo Jian parked the car in the parking lot, and when she looked up, she saw a car parked not far from her in the rearview mirror.

Anyway, let's wait until he's better.

She pushed open the car door and walked down firmly.

Fu Yanye also got out of the car, and he didn't know where he threw his coat. He stood pitifully in the wind in a white shirt, raised his hand between his lips and nose when he saw her, and turned his head to look away when he coughed.

Zhuo Jian's heart was twisted into a mess, but she still pulled her clothes and hugged herself tightly and walked over.

Why is the wind so cold in March?

"You take the co-pilot, I'll drive."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye looked at her with pity in his deep eyes, and said in a low voice, "That's hard work for you."

Zhuo Jian looked at him unexpectedly, how polite.

But she didn't say much, just went to the place where he was sitting before.

Fu Yanye went around to her side, opened the car door and got in.

Zhuo Jian started the car, and Fu Yanye sat beside her, watching her from the window.

She drove carefully, stopping at traffic lights.

The car was so quiet, she turned on the radio.

An old love song is playing in it. In fact, after you broke up, your heart has faded this day...

It's a little familiar, but I can't remember the song.

"Go back to Shengyuan?"

Before the next intersection, he suddenly asked.

Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, then drove the car to the corner and parked it.

Fu Yanye still looked at her, seeing that she was silent, so he did not speak.

The car quickly entered the street of Shengyuan, and she asked him after thinking about it: "Ask Brother Rui to take care of you?"

"What about you?"

Fu Yanye asked lightly.

"I have to go back and take my daughter."

Zhuo Jian said.

"Then why didn't you take me back to the old house?"

"Didn't you want to come to Shengyuan by yourself?"

Recently, she often heard him talk about Shengyuan.

Fu Yanye suddenly frowned unhappily, then turned his head and looked out the window angrily: "I don't want Brother Rui to take care of me."

Zhuo Jian glanced at him again, feeling that he was in a mood, so without saying much, she parked the car in the parking lot, walked around to him after getting out of the car, and opened the door for him: "Get out of the car."

Fu Yanye got out of the car without even raising his eyelids.

Zhuo Jian closed the car door and looked at him again: "Master, let's go?"

Fu Yanye stared at her, "Go ahead."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't like to go ahead.

However, he turned around and left first.

She didn't want to argue about the front and back anymore.

When he returned to Shengyuan, he went to take a bath. Zhuo Jian found a thermometer and antipyretics.

She thought he probably had a little fever, so she poured water and carried everything upstairs.

After Fu Yanye took a shower, he walked out with only a towel around his strong waist.

The hair is still wet.

Zhuo Jian took a look, then consciously moved her eyes away.

Fu Yanye watched her walk over and asked her, "Do you believe me when I say I don't have a fever?"

Zhuo Jian sighed helplessly, bent down and picked up the thermometer: "Try it and you will know."

Fu Yanye obediently took his temperature.

36 degrees seven.

After reading the thermometer, Zhuo Jian shut up in embarrassment, her facial features moved, and she still looked serious: "But it was really hot just now."

Fu Yanye looked at her, and said along the way: "Indeed, I also feel uncomfortable."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked up at him.

Fu Yanye sat down beside the bed: "Dry my hair for me?"

"it is good."

Seeing his pitiful appearance, Zhuo Jian went to the bathroom, and came back soon with a hair dryer in her hand.

His hair is short and dries well.

"Do you want to wash it too?"

When Zhuo Jian closed the line, Fu Yanye asked her.

There was some ambiguous feeling in the huge room for no reason.

But they are both old couples, why are they still ambiguous?

Zhuo Jian looked down at him, calmed down and replied, "No, if I don't go back tonight, Cheng Tian will be hungry."

"Isn't there milk powder?"

"Then I will be hurt."

"you have me."

"..."

Zhuo Jian felt that her face was so hot that it was about to burn.

She couldn't help but look down at him.

But his eyes were straight, calm, without a trace of shame.

Zhuo Jian looked away in embarrassment, "I don't know what you're talking about, you have a good rest, I'm leaving."

Zhuo Jian suddenly felt strange, he was not sick, why did she act like she was taking care of the sick?

"Zhuo Jian."

He suddenly called her.

Zhuo Jian turned her head: "Huh?"

"I went to school."

Fu Yanye sat on the edge of the bed, propped his hands on the edge, looked straight at her with black eyes and said.

Zhuo Jian looked at him quietly, and nodded after a while: "Well, did you remember anything?"

"or."

Fu Yanye thought for a while and returned.

"or?"

Zhuo Jian was puzzled.

"Ah."

As Fu Yanye said, he patted the seat next to him.

Zhuo Jian glanced at him, walked over to sit down, and still couldn't help but look at him.

The huge room was suddenly dead silent. Fu Yanye lowered her eyes and didn't know what she was thinking until her index finger picked her up.

Zhuo Jian looked down at his fingers entangled hers, pulled them away immediately, and then clenched her hands, "Or what?"

"You said that you used to go to our school's activities. I think I saw a girl fall in our playground."

"..."

Zhuo Jian's eyes became brighter, and she looked at him even more dazedly, "Then what?"

"A boy scolded her."

"..."

"Is that right?"

Fu Yanye looked at her.

Zhuo Jian clenched her hand, thought for a while, and smiled subconsciously: "It's either a boy, or you, who scolded me bloody."

"Then why are you still following me?"

"that is because……"

Zhuo Jian's eyes became hot, and her lips moved, but she couldn't speak for a long time.

At that time, he was always very fierce, but he would take care of her after the fierceness was over. When she was injured, he would clean up her wound. When she was bullied, he would teach the person who bullied her. Apple, he would wipe it clean for her.

If he was really an indifferent person, if he really treated her badly, how could she have only been in love with him for so many years?

no.