Fu Yanye looked at her with more and more deep and resentful eyes.

"So why did you come with me?"

Zhuo Jian soon did not dare to look at him, lowered her head and asked.

"I am your dog now."

He seeks perfection in every possible way.

"I should accompany Qianqian tonight, you'd better go back early by yourself."

Zhuo Jian made it clear in a soft voice, looking at him because he said he was her dog.

Does he know what he is talking about?

Besides, how does he look like a dog?

It's more like everyone here is his dog.

Some people are not born to be servants, like him.

Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and quickly grabbed her hand.

Zhuo Jian wanted to withdraw, but he just pulled her into his arms and begged in a low voice: "You can be a cow or a horse, but can you leave me alone?"

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't understand why he was so humble all of a sudden. She sighed helplessly and looked up at him, "I'm afraid Qianqian will do something stupid."

"Having had such a hard time since childhood, will you still do stupid things?"

"I'm worried."

"Why aren't you worried about me? I have been favored since I was a child, and suddenly I want to be a cow and a horse, but I am not taken seriously."

"What?"

"If you can't stand being ignored, you may despise yourself."

"Why do you think so contemptuously?"

Zhuo Jian wanted to laugh a little.

"Such as committing suicide?"

"Oh, then before you commit suicide, you must first divide the inheritance among your four children."

"Um?"

Fu Yanye frowned.

"Otherwise, I'm afraid they will fight over property, brothers will turn against each other, and it will be a drama in many palaces."

"..."

Fu Yanye narrowed his eyes. He wondered why his wife only wanted her children and not him.

"You commit suicide at a young age, don't you think it's a pity for me?"

Fu Yanye asked her softly.

In the deserted corner, Zhuo Jian looked at him in his arms and smiled, "You want to commit suicide, how can I feel sorry for you?"

"Mrs. Fu, do you know that there is a heart here that you have led up the mountains and into the sea, and it is almost to death."

When she smiles, he feels particularly uncomfortable.

It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s that I like it too much.

That kind of torture is unbearable.

Fu Yanye continued to be a good driver late at night.

After Jian Qian got out of the car, Zhuo Jian also wanted to get off, but Fu Yanye held him back and whispered, "Kiss her."

"Um?"

"hurry up."

"..."

Zhuo Jian didn't understand anything at first, but after hearing the words "hurry up", he immediately understood. He was afraid that something might happen to Jian Qian, so he kissed him and got out of the car in a hurry.

Fu Yanye held the steering wheel with both hands and smiled helplessly.

When Jian Qian returned home, she hugged Zhuo Jian on the sofa, "Sister, I have no right to hurt you, right?"

"No, everyone can feel pain, and you are no exception."

Zhuo Jian hugged her, caressed her back and comforted her softly.

"Sister, it hurts so much, why can't I get love?"

"Qianqian, you can do it."

"But I have nothing."

"You have me."

"I only have you, sister, wuwu..."

She started to cry, crying so hard that her heart broke.

Zhuo Jian was heartbroken by her crying, but it seemed that Liu Yuntian's marriage to that woman was an ironclad fact.

what to do?

Soon after, Zhuo Jian even received an invitation from Liu Jingyuan, inviting her and Fu Yanye to attend Liu Yuntian's wedding.

The two of them were drinking tea that day.

Fu Yanye asked her, "Are you going?"

"Not going."

No surprise.

"Um."

Fu Yanye took a sip of tea and then looked at her again.
Chapter completed!