I don't deserve your love

Chapter 319 Fu Yanye Surrenders

Fu Zhengzhi asked his aunt to bring him a pair of bowls and chopsticks, filled with rice, and then accompanied Fu Yanye to eat, and asked him by the way: "Are you really divorced?"

Fu Yanye didn't speak, and looked at the rice in the bowl sulking.

"Why Zhang Ju told me that you haven't looked for him? And it doesn't show on their computer that you have gone for a divorce?"

As soon as Fu Zhengzhi said this, the aunts behind were stunned, and their eyeballs almost fell out.

Their young master, are they not divorced?

"So you got a fake divorce certificate for Ah Jian? Does Ah Jian still believe it?"

Fu Zhengzhi continued to ask him, and then slowly ate his favorite beef.

Fu Yanye couldn't eat anymore, put down his chopsticks, stretched his long legs under the table, and leaned back in the chair, a bit like a broken can.

Fu Zhengzhi couldn't help laughing, and then continued to eat.

Fu Yanye thought for a while, but still looked at his father, and muttered: "Don't tell her about this beforehand."

Fu Zhengzhi raised his eyebrows, indicating that he would not speak, then turned to look at his aunt: "Have you heard that, don't say it yet."

The aunt expressed her understanding, and immediately nodded vigorously with her mouth tightly shut.

Fu Zhengzhi continued to eat, glanced at his son, and looked forward to what his son would do next.

"Lin Jiaoyang is entertaining guests at Xingguang tonight. It is said that he has ordered all the most expensive seafood in your store. Do you know who is hosting the banquet?"

Fu Zhengzhi asked him.

"No one can save him now, I promise."

Fu Yanye was very confident about this matter. After speaking, he got up and went to get a wine glass to pour himself a drink.

He felt that he had to have a drink to be smooth, that woman was a cruel person, and he couldn't think of her tenderness anymore.

Because she turned her face faster than a book.

The two sat in the dining room for a while, drank some wine, and then went upstairs.

Fu Yanye went directly to the bedroom, but it was really empty.

Without even burying his legs, he turned around and went to another room.

Zhuo Jian was having fun with Cheng Cheng on the bed, Cheng Cheng's little hands scratched her mouth for a while, and hit her chest for a while, making her giggle.

Fu Yanye saw that scene as soon as he opened the door, and his heart was about to melt immediately.

But as soon as Zhuo Jian heard the door knock and turned around to see him, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, so his heart that had just melted to half, froze into ice again.

Fu Yanye walked in, walked slowly to the bed, looked at the bad boy she was supporting with her black eyes, and snatched him away from her in the next moment, but as soon as he left, Zhuo Jian opened her heart Fu Yanye took a good look at it.

Zhuo Jian immediately withdrew her hand, sat up while pinching the collar, and asked him, "Why did you come in?"

"Can I come and see my son?"

Fu Yanye asked, and then glanced at the brat in his hand, he dared to touch his wife's chest, it was extremely abominable.

How did Zhuo Jian know that he was thinking about this, but she pursed her lips in embarrassment, then glanced at the small alarm clock on the table next to her and reminded him: "Then hurry up and go to rest after reading it, it's getting late."

Fu Yanye hugged Chengcheng well, and turned to look at her: "Is that why you don't want me to stay longer?"

She buttoned it up again, but because she was impatient, she didn't notice that she had buttoned it wrong. Fu Yanye looked at it, and reminded her when she looked away: "The button was buttoned wrong."

"..."

Zhuo Jian immediately lowered her head, embarrassingly.

Trembling, I went to undo the button and button it again, but...

Well, correct me wrong.

But Fu Yanye couldn't stand it: "Tie it again, it looks awkward."

He really can't see this, wishing he could tear it apart for her and fasten it again.

Zhuo Jian also wanted to cooperate with him habitually, and did as he said, but after untying it, she suddenly felt a headache in her fingers, and something flashed through her mind, she suddenly let go of her hand, and asked him: "Will you go out?" Isn't that all right?"

"..."

Fu Yanye turned his head and looked at her questioningly.

Zhuo Jian repeated: "Just go out, and return the orange to me."

Her buttons were open, revealing the flushed skin that was accidentally poked by her fingers, and the collarbone on one side was also looming. Don't go out: "I just came in, don't I have the right to stay with my son for a while?"

As Fu Yanye said, he simply hugged Cheng Cheng and sat down beside the bed.

Zhuo Jian bounced off the bed reflexively, tilted her head and looked at him in disbelief: "Fu Yanye, we are divorced."

"So what?"

Fu Yanye was even more puzzled, he wasn't sitting on her bed either.

"Then why are you still sitting on my bed?"

Zhuo Jian was surprised.

"Sorry to remind you, this is my son's bed, and I bought it."

"..."

Well, Zhuo Jian admitted that he lost, not only did he buy the bed, but everything in this room belonged to the Fu family?

And she, a woman named Zhuo, sleeps here.

Zhuo Jian thought about it, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt annoyed, she lowered her head and looked around, and finally found her own slippers, walked over to put them on, and then started to look around again.

Fu Yanye guessed that she was looking for a bag or something, and subconsciously stood up from the bed with the child in her arms: "Okay, I'll give it back to you."

"..."

Zhuo Jian looked at him stubbornly with teary eyes.

"Give me back your bed."

Fu Yanye repeated it again, afraid that she might not understand.

Seeing her eyes suddenly flushed, his heart was about to die of pain.

Of course, Zhuo Jian didn't really want to leave, but she was just afraid that he would say that the house belonged to him, and then it would be too late for her to leave. Hearing what he said, it didn't seem like he would dare to leave. After provoking her, Zhuo Jianjian sat back and stretched out his hand: "Give me back Chengcheng."

"Give."

Fu Yanye surrendered.

Seeing her angry, seeing her red eyes, seeing her about to cry, seeing her about to leave, he couldn't afford it.

Zhuo Jian took Cheng Cheng and hugged her in her arms. Cheng Cheng happily chewed her fingers and looked at her, then suddenly raised her head and smirked at Fu Yanye.

Fu Yanye suddenly felt a pain in his stomach.

In fact, his stomach is not that delicate, but when he saw the boy smiling at him in his woman's arms, it was as if the boy was laughing at his incompetence, so his stomach hurt.

Especially Cheng Cheng put her hand into Zhuo Jian's arms very naturally, heh.

Fu Yanye couldn't help but gritted his teeth to suppress the momentum of the roar, and reminded in a deep voice: "He is already so old, don't you need to touch you?"

"what?"

Zhuo Jian really didn't hear clearly, because she also looked down, this kid is really, is this a habitual action?

"I said he doesn't take milk anymore, so he shouldn't touch you, right?"

The more Fu Yanye talked, the more angry he became.

Zhuo Jian's old face was flushed red, she wanted to speak but suddenly got stuck, she couldn't help but raise her throat, and while holding Cheng Cheng's hand, she murmured to him: "Children are like this when they are with their mothers, you go out first .”

"..."

There was still some mist in her eyes, and Fu Yanye looked at her for a long time without daring to say another word, turned around and left.