I don't deserve your love

Chapter 913

"Okay, don't you just want me to leave? I will do it, Mr. Fu."

Liang Yu's face turned pale, it took him a while to recognize the tone, and he left after speaking.

Her team stood there for a while.

Then Liang Yu left, what about them?

When Liang Yu walked to Zhuo Jian's car, he still couldn't help but cast a sharp glance inside.

Zhuo Jian looked at her calmly, calmly, as if she was just watching a play.

After a long time, Liang Yu laughed suddenly, then turned around and left with her back straight.

Zhuo Jian didn't look at her much, and when she turned her head, Fu Yanye had already entered inside.

What did he just say?

Does he remember Lin Ruxiang?

Zhuo Jian watched his back for a long time, but couldn't figure it out, so she stopped thinking and drove away.

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When Wu Fei went to deliver coffee to Fu Yanye, she found him pinching her fingers, wondering what he was thinking.

But what he was pinching was the ring finger that should wear a wedding ring.

Wu Fei didn't dare to ask more questions, so she put down her coffee and left.

"I'll go back to the scene I talked about yesterday, and I'll go."

Fu Yanye spoke suddenly.

Wu Fei paused, then nodded, and asked, "Do you want me to accompany you?"

"Zhuo Jian will accompany me."

Fu Yanye thought of his conversation with Zhuo Jian this morning, and replied to her.

"Okay, I'll make arrangements right away."

Wu Fei heard the word Zhuo Jian, and hurried to work in surprise, feeling excited, reconciled, our boss and his wife finally reconciled.

Soon, Yan Zheng came to his office and said, "Just now Liang Yu called me and said you removed her?"

"You still want to plead for her?"

Fu Yanye asked.

"Am I crazy? Then Zhong Mai is not allowed to divorce me?"

Said solemnly.

Fu Yanye heard that he still understood, so he didn't say any more.

"Liang Yu said you still remember Lin Ruxiang? Yan Ye, do you remember?"

Yan Zheng often has this feeling recently, Fu Yanye is different from when he came back.

At that time, Fu Yanye was restrained, indifferent, reserved, and even polite.

Of course it doesn't mean that Fu Yanye is rude now, it's just that he seems sharper and sharper now.

Even, a little scheming.

Fu Yanye looked up at him, put down the file and smiled: "Isn't it good?"

"Really remember?"

Yan Zheng wanted to cry in surprise.

Fu Yanye still smiled, and shook his head helplessly: "It seems that the former Fu Yanye was indeed a little unreasonable. How could Zhuo Jian like such a person?"

"..."

"According to what you said, I hated her so much when I was a child. I always didn't give her a good face. At most, I treated her like a little sister?"

"Well, we onlookers certainly don't know as much as you yourself. Anyway, it's true that you always throw face, or..."

"You can accompany me to another place later."

"Row."

Yan Zheng was still looking at him, and it seemed that he didn't remember what he said just now.

What the hell is going on here?

Fu Yanye suddenly smiled helplessly after opening the file, and said, "Sometimes my mind is in a mess, and some pictures are always blurred."

Yan Zheng looked at him, suddenly a little disappointed.

He didn't remember.

Fu Yanye started working again, and the two didn't leave until almost noon to go to the place where they went to eat when they were young.

At 07:30 in the evening, Wang Rui's car was parked in the old house.

Zhuo Jian changed into a black slim dress with a delicate pearl brooch on her chest, and followed the car on a slender height of seven centimeters.

"Grandma, Mommy is so beautiful today."

After Cheng Cheng and Wang Yue stood at the window and watched Zhuo Jian get into the car, Cheng Cheng sincerely praised her mother.

"Yes, it is very beautiful."

Never, no one can deny Zhuo Jian's simple beauty.

It's just that some people choose to ignore it.

"Grandma, Mommy is going to the reception, will she come back?"

Cheng Cheng asked again.

"Well, it depends on your father, but it must be very late when you come back. Can you help grandma take care of the younger brothers?"

"Of course no problem, I still have to take care of my sister."

"Okay, then let's go together."

Wang Yue thinks that Chengcheng is really sensible and sometimes quite humorous.

"Well, but I also want to send a message to Dad first."

"what's the message?"

"Mommy is so beautiful, let him watch it closely, and don't let someone snatch her away."

As Chengcheng said, she was already running towards the stairs.

Wang Yue: "..."

Fu Yanye was at the entrance of the hotel, wearing a neat black suit. After reading his son's message, he felt a little unsure of what it was like.

Of course he wouldn't let anyone snatch her away.

If she gets him back, she will be responsible for the rest of her life.

However, there may be many ways to be responsible.

When Zhong Mai and Yan Zheng, who had been late, came out of the car, they were also a couple, and when they saw him at the door, they walked over to him: "Ah Jian hasn't come yet?"

"Ok,……"

Fu Yanye was really afraid that she would suddenly regret it, but she came anyway.

Like a princess.

The staff opened the car door for her, and Fu Yanye stood there from a distance watching her get out of the car.

The high-heeled shoes on her feet hugged a large beautiful instep, and once she stepped out, she went down from her slender calves, which should not be seen by anyone.

Fu Yanye saw that the staff offered to put her arm up, Zhuo Jian came out and nodded in thanks: "Thank you."

The staff backs off.

She looked up and saw Fu Yanye.

Yan Zheng stood with Zhong Mai and watched, Zhong Mai said: "It's really like a little princess in a fairy tale, if you don't look in your eyes."

Yan Zheng glanced at Zhong Mai: "How can there be such a lucky person in this world? No matter who they are, they will be beaten by the society when they grow up, and they will become a more noble self after going through hardships."

"If we have a daughter, I will definitely not let her experience severe beatings from society."

Zhong Mai looked up at Yan Zheng, and spoke quite seriously.

Zhuo Jian walked in front of Fu Yanye, but Fu Yanye finally couldn't help walking towards her with his long legs.

"Why do you wear so little?"

"How can a woman dress so much for this kind of reception?"

Zhuo Jian thought he would not walk towards her, but seeing him approaching, she couldn't help but look at him more.

Those women did not wear much, but they were so ugly.

Fu Yanye glanced at her legs and ankles again. The darker the light, the more annoying he was.

"Come on in, it's still cold outside."

He said in a deep voice, just as he was about to hug her waist, Zhuo Jian took a step ahead and grabbed his arm.

Fu Yanye looked down at her actions slightly, and then looked at her again.

Zhuo Jian smiled slightly, and asked him in a gentle voice, "Aren't you going in?"

Fu Yanye also smiled, and with his back so straight and his long legs, he led her in.

Zhong Mai raised his eyebrows at Zhuo Jian, Zhuo Jian smiled, let go of Fu Yanye when he walked up to them, and took the initiative to walk in with Zhong Mai arm in arm, Zhong Mai whispered: "Tonight, Mr. Angry."

"Huh? Why?"

"Hey, possessiveness."

Zhong Mai glanced at her legs.

Zhuo Jian looked down, then smiled helplessly: "That's up to him."

The two women are both iconic beauties, both wearing black dresses, attracting everyone's attention as soon as they enter the arena.

Fortunately, both of them have participated in many such occasions, so they don't care about those eyes.

It's just that the two men behind are not in a good mood.

Fu Yanye simply took off his coat, walked directly to Zhuo Jian, and put the coat on her shoulders domineeringly.

Zhuo Jian: "What are you doing?"

This dress is worth 500 million and is worthy of appreciation.

But with his coat on her shoulders, she couldn't see anything.

She immediately wanted to take it off and return it to him, but she was held down by the shoulders.

To outsiders, the two of them are very ambiguous, they don't know what kind of intimate words they are whispering, but in fact...

"Don't take it off." It was an order.