I don't deserve your love

Chapter 1335 He Said He Likes Sour

How could there be so many coincidences?

She looked at him, remembering what he said about the scars on her body and the injuries on her body, and felt an inexplicable pain in her heart.

Later, when he entered the kitchen again, she couldn't help following him.

Fu Yanye looked at her, she put her somewhat cautious hands behind her back, and asked softly: "Excuse me, can I visit?"

"I can't ask for it."

He looked at her with black eyes, gave a shallow sound, and then continued to cook.

In fact, the question can be removed.

However, she seemed to be cautious before.

Is it a habit?

Fu Yanye thought silently in his heart, but the work in hand was not slow.

Zhuo Jian found that he seemed to be very good at cooking, so she couldn't help but went to see him again.

For such a majestic and dark and ruthless person, it seems that he should sit behind a large desk, in a big chair, and coldly point out the country, instead of cooking here.

But he was cooking, and he was cooking so well.

Even she is ashamed of herself.

She doesn't know how to cook, and rarely goes to the kitchen without turning on the fire.

Fortunately, no one asked her to cook.

Fu Yanye felt as if he hadn't been in such a mood to cook for a long time, and then looked at the person staring at him, and asked, "Is there something on my face?"

Zhuo Jian shook her head, then retreated to the side, resting her hands on the table behind, and continued to watch.

His hands are also pretty.

Looking at him again, I found that he is really not bad, but it's a pity, people are too unreasonable, how can you tie up other people's wives to be your own wife just because they look like you?

It's just too nasty.

Zhuo Jian's little affection for him just now because he could cook, disappeared again.

She sat in the chair in front of the dining table and found that the texture of the chairs here was very good, even comparable to the ones in her castle.

Everything in her castle feels like a royal family. The butler said that the table and chairs there are all selected by the young master himself, and they are all purchased at a high price. There is only one set in the world, just like her, the only one in the world, the only one who can The one that made their young master fall in love is not found anywhere else.

Is there nowhere else?

And what about the pictures of women that are strewn all over the house?

Her mind fell into chaos again.

She felt as if she was about to fall into a dark abyss at any time, and there were all kinds of ghosts in it.

She doesn't know who she is.

In fact, she was very determined.

She never doubted it.

Because that person treated her so well.

Soon, Fu Yanye brought four dishes and one soup to the table, and then asked her: "What do you usually like to eat?"

"What does your wife like to eat?"

she asked back.

Fu Yanye looked at her, smiled slightly, and said while pouring the wine: "I like sour."

"Love sour?"

Zhuo Jian looked at him curiously.

"Ah."

Fu Yanye poured her a glass too, and then asked her, "Do you still drink red wine?"

"Occasionally."

She replied, but when Fu Yanye picked up the red wine, she politely picked it up and touched him lightly, then smelled the red wine in the glass, and took a small sip after making sure it was of good quality.

Fu Yanye looked at her, and couldn't help laughing again: "Who taught you how to taste wine?"

"The butler in the castle."

Zhuo Jian returned to him.

Fu Yanye nodded after hearing this, and asked her, "What else have you taught?"

"A lot, including taking a knife and fork."

Zhuo Jian was led by him to chat.

Fu Yanye felt that they hadn't chatted for a long time, and the growing emotion in their eyes was about to overflow, so he had no choice but to drink from his glass to cover it up.

Zhuo Jian looked at his appearance when he was drinking, and accidentally saw his neck, oh, his Adam's apple is so big, okay, sexy?

And his jaw line is also very clear.

Zhuo Jian looked up again, and then quickly lowered her eyes. She couldn't help asking what she was doing?

No matter how good he is, he is better than his husband.

What's more, he is very likely to become a murderer.

The fact that Reese didn't die made her feel a lot less against him.

"Why did it say Reese was dead on the Internet?"

"Then you have to ask him."

Fu Yanye said.

Zhuo Jian: "..."

"You think you know him well?"

"Not at all."

Having said that, she picked up the wine and took another sip.

She just trusts unconditionally.

They are husband and wife after all.

She thought that her husband must be her favorite, so how could it be wrong?

"Snowing."

Fu Yanye spoke again.

"Ok?"

Fu Yanye didn't speak, just looked outside.

She couldn't help turning her eyes to look outside.

But she couldn't see anything.

Fu Yanye left for a while, and she went to the window.

It was indeed snowing.

Soon, she felt a discomfort in front of her eyes, and then a pair of glasses hung on the bridge of her nose.

Fu Yanye helped her put it on herself, from behind her.

Then in the glass screen, he supported her shoulder and looked at her.

Zhuo Jian's heart thumped, and she stood there tensely, unable to make a sound for a long time.

"Does it fit?"

he asked softly.

"Ok?"

Zhuo Jian didn't recover.

"The glasses themselves, and the prescription of the glasses."

he reminded.

Zhuo Jian looked at the clear Xue Ye and agreed: "Well, it's very suitable."

"Like us."

Fu Yanye held her shoulder tightly.

Zhuo Jian suspected that she had heard wrong, and looked at him seriously from the glass screen.

"Jane, we haven't been together for a long time."

His hand slipped from her shoulder to her wrist, and took her hand.

He lowered his eyes and didn't raise them for a long time.

Zhuo Jian couldn't tell his mind from the glass screen, his face was blocked.

But for some reason, she kind of wanted to cry.

He still regards her as that person.

Feeling her hands being entangled by him, she felt unwell and tried to pull them out, but just as soon as she moved, she was hugged by him.

He leaned against her back, bowed his waist to rest his chin on her shoulder, said nothing, just buried his face on her neck silently.

His breath was so hot that she felt uncomfortable, but she couldn't break free.

She felt that it was a little wet on her neck, and she wanted to turn her head to look, but she didn't see anything, and was hugged even tighter by him forcibly.

She lowered her head, and the frame of the glasses dropped a little from the bridge of her nose, and she couldn't see anything clearly. Her voice was hoarse: "Mr. Fu."

Mr. Fu?

He laughed.

All the original sad emotions were erased by her lightly three words.

He smiled and told her in a hoarse voice: "You used to call me Young Master Ye."

"..."

before?

That woman.

"Later, he likes to call me by my first name, but rarely likes to call me husband, unless it is..."

He even felt that now that her innocent eyes were in his arms, what he said was disrespectful to her.

But before, he liked to tease her the most.

But she was stupid and asked without knowing anything: "Unless what?"