I don't deserve your love

Chapter 337 He said: Don't even think about it

Fu Yanye sat on the edge of the bed, gently stroking her hair with warm palms.

"Ah Jian, cheer up quickly, okay?"

He leaned down and hugged her gently.

Fu Yanye thought about seeing what Wang Rui gave, and kicked the computer to pieces after just one glance.

He hated, hated Lin Jiaoyang, and hated himself.

When he was young and hugged by her to confess his love, he scared him away, and when he married her as an adult, he didn't take responsibility for her. He deserved her not wanting him.

If he could do it all over again, he must have been her boyfriend when he was young.

But at that time, he didn't know how to express his feelings.

Facing the girl's sudden and passionate confession, he panicked.

Even if he can't love her well after marrying her, he can at least visit her.

At that time, she had just lost her father, so she must have been very sad.

The more Fu Yanye thought about it, the more he blamed himself. Thinking of Lin Jiaoyang's perverted hobbies, he wished he could tear Lin Jiaoyang's body into pieces, and he would also be doomed.

-

The night is dull, as if a pair of skeleton hands are about to tear the hot heart in half abruptly.

After dawn, all the pain will be easily disguised, and the things of the night will be buried in the bottom of my heart.

She changed into a smart and exquisite shirt and trousers, and sat at the dining table with her long hair rolled up.

After breakfast, the three of them went out and saw a familiar sports car leaving.

Zhuo Jian suddenly remembered coming last night, and couldn't help but look at the place where the car disappeared.

Yuan Man opened the car door, "Ma'am."

Zhuo Jian recovered her senses and got into the car.

It was going to be recorded and broadcast today, and the first thing Zhuo Jian did after returning to the office was to change into beautiful high heels.

When Ouyang Ping heard that she was back, she immediately ran to her office. She was relieved when she saw that she was well dressed, but she still couldn't help asking her: "Is it okay for you to go to work now?"

Zhuo Jian shook her head, "No problem at all."

Ouyang Ping saw the determination and calmness in her eyes, and then sat down beside her, "Who enlightened you?"

"I kind of want to drink milk tea, shall we go drink milk tea after recording the show?"

Zhuo Jian immediately remembered last night, but what came out of his mouth was another topic.

"Fu Yanye?"

Ouyang Ping couldn't help asking her curiously.

Zhuo Jian smiled helplessly: "Do you have to admit it? Milk tea please."

"I invite you to please, so, are you reconciled?"

Ouyang Ping couldn't help but continued to ask.

Zhuo Jian looked at the ring that the old lady gave her, and said softly, "It's over."

Ouyang Ping: "I'll buy you milk tea."

Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to see her leaving so quickly, and smiled unconsciously again.

Ouyang Ping actually understood Zhuo Jian's thoughts, but in fact, she wouldn't be able to be with that person.

Even if her father was wrong, but at that time her father.

It's just that Ouyang Ping thought, if it wasn't for Fu Yanye, would Zhuo Jian want someone else?

If it wasn't for Fu Yanye, there would be no one else.

As Zhuo Jian's good sister, how could she bear to see Zhuo Jian not loved by her other half?

Ouyang Ping suddenly stopped halfway.

The interview went well, the other party is a very capable female artist, in her 40s, with more than 30 plays, more than half of which have won awards.

In the play, from a famous little flower to a strong woman, to a professional mother, two marriages outside the play, two families, she said that everything in this world is changing, the only constant is that we humans have to adapt, we have to adapt all the time.

Zhuo Jian thought, yes, it is like this.

After seeing off the guests, she became much more transparent, but stopped in the corridor leading to the office.

Yuan Man and Chang Xia were waiting at the door with a few milk tea bags, their expressions were still very dull, but Ouyang Ping next to them smiled and said: "You have just recovered from a serious illness, so I bought a few more for you. .”

Zhuo Jian, Yuan Man and Chang Xia had their hands full of milk tea, and asked, "How about a debate competition?"

"what?"

Chang Xia looked at her dully, unable to react.

"Debate Competition?"

Yuan Man was also a little dazed, it was okay to fight her, but it was not so good to talk.

Zhuo Jian neatly pulled her long hair, then turned her head to look at the woman leaning against the wall drinking milk tea: "Let's go?"

Ouyang Ping smiled a little guilty, and had no choice but to follow her back to the office.

Debate topic, can you tell other people about the things around you.

Half an hour later, Yuan Man quietly went out to call Fu Yanye, who asked, "Who won?"

"lady."

Yuan Man replied a little ashamed.

"Ah."

Hearing the result, Fu Yanye couldn't hide the pride in his eyes. After putting down the phone, he thought, if she wants to drink milk tea, he just asks for it, isn't it that simple?

She can give up on him, can't he pursue her again?

What's more, they have a son between them.

Fu Yanye thought, no matter what, he would have an advantage in chasing her, at least compared to that Sheng.

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The lights are on.

Zhuo Jian came out with Yuan Man and Chang Xia.

Fu Yanye was dressed in black trousers and a white shirt, standing in front of the car, looking at her calmly.

The evening wind blew away her long hair, and the warm embrace from last night reappeared in her unconscious mind. She walked down, "Is there something wrong with Mr. Fu?"

Yuan Man and Chang Xia did not dare to approach, for fear of disturbing their conversation.

Seeing her approaching, Fu Yanye didn't say anything, just leaned over slightly, and took out the red roses that he had prepared a long time ago from the car.

Zhuo Jian looked at the big bouquet of roses, her heart trembled.

Fu Yanye murmured: "I just want to have a meal with you."

Both Yuan Man and Chang Xia were fascinated by it, as if there was nothing more romantic in this world.

Li Yuqing, Yang Yi, and Ouyang Ping also saw that scene when they came out, and Ouyang Ping sighed: "Boss Fu took the initiative again."

"Should start from scratch."

Li Yuqing smiled and said something.

Ouyang Ping looked at him suspiciously.

Li Yuqing said: "He should be planning to pursue Ah Jian again."

Yang Yi couldn't help muttering, "The domineering president pursues the popular hostess, isn't this the romance novel my wife is chasing recently?"

Li Yuqing and Ouyang Ping looked at him and laughed.

At the bottom of the steps, Fu Yanye stood beside the sports car with her, but they were still in a stalemate.

Zhuo Jian didn't pick up the flowers, so he didn't let go.

He said: "I cooked your breakfast a few days ago."

Zhuo Jian listened, lowered her head, and looked at him with sharper eyes, "Is that all?"

Fu Yanye half-closed her phoenix eyes, then looked at her in embarrassment: "It was me last night."

Zhuo Jian looked at him for a few seconds, then lowered her eyes and didn't raise them again.

Fu Yanye was tired of holding flowers, and couldn't help asking her: "Should I accept it or not? Red roses represent the hottest love."

Zhuo Jian glanced at the bouquet of roses again, looked down at the little leather shoes she had replaced, and murmured: "Fu Yanye, we are divorced."

After hearing this, Fu Yanye held the bouquet of flowers for a few seconds, then threw the flowers back into the car, staring at her with ambitious eyes: "Don't keep mentioning this to me. Give me a chance if you have nothing to do with me."

"That's what you said, I didn't agree."

Zhuo Jian said, then turned and left.

Fu Yanye caught up with her in a few strides, and walked backwards under the bright lights, while she slowly moved forward.

"You mean that's it for us, it's over?"

"Yes."

Zhuo Jian wanted to avoid him, but was blocked by him, raised her eyes angrily, looked at him and answered him.

"Don't think about it."

Fu Yanye stopped and blocked her.

"The end is the end. How can there be people who are divorced and still entangled all day long?"

Zhuo Jian asked him.

Fu Yanye sighed angrily, put his hands on his wide waist and hips, walked slowly in front of her with his long legs, looked at her with black eyes, and said firmly, "We are."