I don't deserve your love

Chapter 915 You Say Yes

She gently stroked his outline with her hand, and when she heard him say drink, she smiled and said softly: "Then I'll ask someone to bring you another bottle."

"Bring more bottles, I want to get drunk on you tonight."

"That's what you said."

Zhuo Jian's hand lightly touched his lips, and he immediately closed his mouth.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

Fu Yanye sucked it, then opened his eyes, looking at her with ambiguous eyes: "You said you liked me."

"Well, I like you."

Zhuo Jian agreed, very happily, and a little coquettishly shy.

"I like you too."

As he spoke, he put his arms around her, put her hand on his chest, and kissed her again.

Zhuo Jian couldn't bear the smell of alcohol in his mouth, but obviously, she had to cooperate with him at the moment.

Soon, someone called inside.

Zhuo Jian hugged and kissed him on the bedside while connecting.

"Ma'am, the wine has been delivered."

"Please send it to the room, thank you."

Zhuo Jian was kissed on the neck by him, and he pushed him a little before he could speak properly.

Soon, the staff came forward with the sober wine.

The Internet in the room was cut off, and the lights were not turned on, only the outside lights came in.

The staff didn't dare to look up, but their boss was indeed kissing their boss's wife.

The staff left quickly, Zhuo Jian glanced at the wine on the bed, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Do you want to drink?"

"Let me finish kissing."

As he said, he raised her hand and kissed her neck, and then to the corner of her mouth: "Zhuo Jian, are you willing to leave me?"

Zhuo Jian felt like someone had planted a time bomb in her heart, and she was a little nervous when she looked at him with her clear eyes.

Fu Yanye seemed to be still drunk, but his eyes were somewhat pitiful, "Huh? Are you willing?"

"Fu Yanye, you're drunk."

Her weak voice interrupted, and she looked at him pitifully with her clear eyes.

"Really? I can drink more."

Fu Yanye hugged her up, he leaned against the soft head of the bed, and Zhuo Jian was hugged in his arms.

He fetched the bottle and glass himself.

Zhuo Jian lay in his arms and looked at him dully, watched him pour wine, watched him drink.

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and asked her, "Would you like a drink?"

"No, your daughter still has to eat."

Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes flicked lightly, making his heart ablaze.

But when it comes to his daughter, he still can't help but smile very sweetly, and his eyes are even more doting.

He drank and kissed her with wine-stained lips.

Since you can't drink it, why not taste it?

He just kissed her, and she felt a little drunk too.

Hmm, a little dizzy.

"Do you like it? Taste?"

Fu Yanye looked at her with dark eyes, and asked again.

"Ah."

She returned to him with a slightly hoarse voice, and looked at him a little unclearly.

He seemed to be in a good mood, and went to pour himself another glass.

He drank a lot tonight, Zhuo Jian saw that his neck was red.

She raised her hand to gently touch his Adam's apple, then raised her head and kissed there lightly.

Fu Yanye couldn't take it anymore, so he laughed helplessly, and reminded her: "Don't start the fire indiscriminately."

Zhuo Jian didn't dare to start a fire indiscriminately, and then looked at him with watery eyes.

Fu Yanye felt that this woman was really crazy.

He might actually think he's a little bit drunk, and his head isn't quite clear.

She is so gentle and delicate, does she really want to stay by his side?

He pinched her chin and raised it, then kissed her lips lightly.

"Talk to me, huh?"

He had a pleading look in his eyes.

Zhuo Jian listened, then lay in his arms, thinking about their past.

Good, bad, sweet and sour, bitter and spicy, too much.

"Let me think about where to say it."

Zhuo Jian murmured, really thinking.

"When I was young, I always liked to cling to you. Don't you think you are too handsome?"

"Huh? So, you were greedy for my body when you were young?"

Fu Yanye asked her in a hoarse voice.

The room was silent, with occasional laughter.

Zhuo Jian said softly, "It should be."

"What about marriage?"

"At that time, my father had an accident. Everyone was afraid that I would be involved. Then one day I was called to Fu's house. My grandparents suggested that I marry you."

"and then?"

Fu Yanye looked at her, touched her ears, and felt that her ears were soft and soft, especially easy to touch.

Her voice also has a certain soothing effect.

It seemed that the pain that had just pierced my heart and lungs, but now I can't feel it.

Or the effect of anesthesia.

She was still in his arms, like nothing bad had ever happened to them.

The past is like an old movie.

She said: "I still remember you were there and you said yes."

Zhuo Jian thought of that day and suddenly felt unreal.

There was no emotion for her in his eyes, but he said it was okay.

"I hate you so much, how can you say it's okay?"

Fu Yanye asked her.

"Um……"

Zhuo Jian's hand gently drew circles on his chest, as light as a feather, so disturbing and itchy.

"When we were together alone, you said it was because of Ruxiang. She has been in poor health. Your parents didn't agree with you being together, and then you married me. You helped my family with many things, and I helped you with your parents. Let you and Ruxiang get along peacefully."

"Sounds like a deal."

"Yes."

Zhuo Jian lay on his warm chest, and suddenly remembered that it was a deal from the very beginning, between them.

But when he said yes, there was actually a flower blooming quietly in her heart.

When she was his wife and lived alone abroad, she also had fantasies every day.

Think about it, I was still too young and innocent at that time.

How can a marriage that started with a transaction last long?

Gradually, she felt that her heart was not as hot as before.

Fu Yanye still hugged her, until she looked up at him, the two looked at each other, and Zhuo Jian's eye sockets suddenly became heavy.

She smiled and reached out to touch his face: "Fu Yanye, so I was wrong from the beginning."

"But we had a wedding, we had kids, and if we didn't have feelings, how could we have so many kids?"

"I admit that every time you seduce me, I can't refuse, but why you did that, I'm afraid it's the old saying."

Zhuo Jian talked to him pretending to be energetic.

"What old saying?"

"Men think about animals with their lower body."

Zhuo Jian said.

Fu Yanye's heart tightened when he heard this, but he laughed for some reason.

He hugged her tightly, "Am I not useless?"

"Of course, you also had a crush on me, didn't you?"

Zhuo Jian remembered that time when he only lost the memory of their marriage. He made it so clear that he had feelings for her since he was a child, and he disregarded his personal safety for her.

It's just that he appeared too briefly.

"I'm very excited right now."

He had a hoarse voice, and when he spoke, he put the hand she put on his face on his chest.