I don't deserve your love

Chapter 664 Threaten Your Husband's Ex-Girlfriend

He only came out with a bath towel around him, so his figure could be seen at a glance.

Fu Yanye took another step closer, and suddenly leaned over to her ear: "Sleep together."

"No."

Zhuo Jian retreated, resisting.

"I am your husband."

"I know."

"Zhuo Jian, we will sleep together sooner or later."

Fu Yanye made it clear.

"..."

She also knows this.

"So, please."

Fu Yanye looked at her with black eyes, begging with admiration.

Zhuo Jian's heart felt hot, and she pursed her lips.

Fu Yanye observed Qiuhao's little movements and moved closer.

Zhuo Jian raised her head back, and his waist was immediately embraced by him.

The two hearts seemed to be approaching each other, Zhuo Jian looked at him, her heart beat faster, but she could no longer resist.

Fu Yanye didn't speak anymore, his eyes understood everything, and he lowered his head to kiss her.

"Farewell first."

"Ok?"

She watched his expression getting more and more shy, and her face was getting redder and redder. If it wasn't for the pleasant mint smell from his body after washing, she would really be so hot that she would bleed.

"Your towel fell off."

Zhuo Jian said to him shyly, not daring to look around with her drooping eyes.

Fu Yanye looked down at the bath towel that fell on the floor, and then at her, "It's not like I haven't seen it before."

"That can't be, ah."

In an instant, Zhuo Jian got off the ground, hugging his neck in a flustered habit.

Only then did Fu Yanye smile slightly in his black eyes, and carried her to the bed.

"How did you figure it out?"

Fu Yanye asked in a low voice, and kissed her forehead, the tip of her nose, and her lips lightly.

In fact, she didn't want to really resist, sometimes she deliberately angered him, but he wanted...

Between husband and wife, what is polite?

She hugged him again, "What else can I do if I can't figure it out?"

Fu Yanye smiled: "No."

Zhuo Jian also laughed and asked him to kiss.

"Mommy..."

Then the door was gently pushed open from the outside, the creaking sound was not heavy, but the murmur made the two people on the bed stiff.

Cheng Cheng stood at the door, seeing his parents on the bed, without thinking too much, went in and closed the door gently, and then walked to the bed.

Fu Yanye heard the sound of the door being closed, and asked in a low voice, "He's gone?"

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to speak because she was listening carefully.

"No."

Soon, she heard Cheng Cheng's footsteps.

Fu Yanye frowned, but when he turned his head to look, he saw Chengcheng crawling on the bed.

Zhuo Jian followed his gaze, and immediately raised her hand to push Fu Yanye, "Quick, get up."

Fu Yanye sighed irritably, then turned over and lay on her side as if dead.

"Mommy, Chengcheng wants to sleep with Mommy and Papa."

"it is good."

"Don't call me Daddy."

Fu Yanye educated him irritably.

Cheng Cheng ignored her, and lay beside Zhuo Jian when she got into bed, her little face was full of certain happiness.

Fu Yanye turned around in annoyance, and muttered against her back: "What's the matter with him?"

"That's how kids are."

Zhuo Jian whispered back to him, then hugged Cheng Cheng and patted her lightly, "Go to sleep."

"Mummy, Chengcheng wants to hear a bedtime story."

Chengcheng looked at her, feeling a little refreshed.

"A bedtime story? All right."

Zhuo Jian thought, there are no books in this room, but there is a mobile phone.

In the end, Fu Yanye took the mobile phone and read the story his son wanted to hear.

Half an hour later, his voice was getting tired and hoarse, and finally his son was quiet, but...

Fu Yanye's gaze shifted from Chengcheng's face to the faces of the people around him, hey, she fell asleep too.

But how could she be so beautiful when she was asleep?

Fu Yanye looked at it, and all the disappointment disappeared.

It was dark in the room, Fu Yanye turned around and hugged her from behind, and just like that, the family of three fell asleep.

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The next morning.

Chengcheng was carried out, Zhuo Jian opened her eyes and saw that Chengcheng was not there, and turned to look at the other side.

Fu Yanye came out with his shirt buttoned up. Seeing her wake up, he went to lie on her side and kissed her forehead lightly: "Wake up, good morning."

Zhuo Jian found a comfortable position in his arms and whispered, "Good morning, where is Cheng Cheng?"

"I woke up early in the morning and said I was hungry. After taking him to drink milk powder, I went to play with Chengqing Chengli."

As Fu Yanye said, he raised his hand and gently stroked her hair.

A lot of things happened these days, but there was only one happiest thing, her hair grew a little.

After breakfast, Fu Yanye sent Zhuo Jian to work. He stopped the car by the door of the TV station and turned to look at her: "I'll pick you up tonight."

"Well, you don't have to answer if you are busy, they are always there anyway."

What Zhuo Jian was talking about was Yuan Man, Chang Xia and Wang Rui who had been following them all the time.

Fu Yanye smiled: "They are bodyguards, but I am a husband, what's the difference?"

"Okay, then I'll wait for you."

Zhuo Jian always felt that his mouth was smeared with honey, looked at him seriously for a while, and agreed to leave.

Fu Yanye put his arms around her outer shoulders and leaned over suddenly.

Zhuo Jian turned her head reflexively, and then the two soft lips were blocked by him.

There was no one at the entrance of the TV station, but this kiss was still thrilling and sweet as honey.

The two separated quickly, Fu Yanye drove to the office building, and Zhuo Jian also returned to his office.

But the person who was supposed to do the interview did not show up. The staff kept urging, and then had to run to the person who had been reading the book: "The other party finally said that Ruxiang was frightened last night and couldn't come because of a high fever. gone."

"so be it."

Zhuo Jian didn't think about it any more after hearing this.

The card slot is not big, but it is quite arrogant.

However, it was nothing more than deliberately annoying her.

Zhuo Jian was about to leave.

"Oh my God, something may have happened to Ruxiang, please check Weibo."

Another staff member ran up to Zhuo Jian and gave her his mobile phone.

Ruxiang's car was parked in the underground parking lot, and it was splashed with red paint.

Ruxiang cried to the reporter in the video: "I just came to City A, and I really don't know what enemies I have. It's just that my face looks a little like Miss Lin's. Does that lady have any enemies?"

It didn't take long for the discussion to start on the Internet.

Then in City A, Miss Lin's biggest enemy should be Zhuo Jian.

Zhuo Jian returned to the office until Fu Yanye worked overtime temporarily at night, and she was invited to Fanxing by Zhong Mai.

Zhong Mai lit a cigarette and asked her, "Do you want one?"

Zhuo Jian took a sip of her wine, "I still don't want it."

Zhong Mai smiled, threw the cigarette on the table, then smoked it himself, and asked her: "It couldn't be you who poured red paint on that woman, could it?"

"I really didn't expect to wait for her to change cars."

Zhuo Jian thought it was quite enjoyable.

Fu Yanye stopped her from playing the car crash game, so it would be good to play a game of intimidation.

"Did she do it herself? Let people lead the culprit to you?"

Zhong Mai took another puff of cigarette, thinking that the woman might do such a thing.

Zhuo Jian didn't understand the matter, so she didn't say much, and took another sip of her wine.

"Are you Zhuo Jian?"

Suddenly a man in a formal suit walked up to her.

Zhong Mai and Zhuo Jian looked at him.

"Can I interview you? Why do you threaten to splash red paint on a woman who looks like your husband's ex-girlfriend? Are you afraid that your husband will fall in love with this woman again?"