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Chapter 2061

Chapter 2061

"That's your home."

She whispered.

Now, she lives in such a spacious house, has given birth to several children, has been married for so many years, and sits on the same sofa with her husband, but she doesn't even feel what home is.

The word "home" is not a complicated stroke.

However, she may not deserve it.

"Don't you think the old house is home?"

Fu Yanye looked at her and soon asked his doubts.

"I really have no home."

Zhuo Jian smiled calmly, her voice was very soft, and she did not have any bad emotions.

It's just that my lips are extremely hot and even a little trembling.

No one can love and protect her as unconditionally as her parents.

Or the kids are, but they're too young.

She even felt that she was thrown on a cold and dark island, in the middle of the dark sea.

How can she return to the warm home she once had?

Die?

Or are her parents waiting for her in heaven?

She thought too much, no matter how arrogant she felt, her tears flowed down stubbornly, regardless of her feelings, and soon her face was filled with tears.

She felt pitiful.

Zhuo Jian suddenly trembled, not wanting him to see her useless look of tears streaming down her face, she turned her back to him and lay on the back of the sofa.

In the light from the TV screen, he could see her trembling and thin body.

Soon, he turned his eyes and looked inside.

His hands were quietly clenched, and there was some determination and hatred on his face.

After a long time, he picked her up from behind and lifted her into his arms.

"Zhuo Jian."

His voice was very soft, so soft that it seemed a little humble.

Ever since he was a child, he never wanted her to be so sad.

But......

"Why don't you let me go? There are so few times when we are happy together, and there are so many times when we are unhappy."

Zhuo Jian was obediently in his arms, looking at him with tearful eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice the doubts in her heart.

"I can't let go."

He struggled to make a sound.

Zhuo Jian's whole body tensed up, the warmth in his eyes gradually dissipated, and he slowly became a little desperate.

Zhuo Jian stopped asking him anything and just stayed with him.

"I want to take you home, I don't want you to live here by yourself."

His voice became hoarse, and he hugged her tighter.

In the spacious but silent living room, the two people's voices were only loud enough for each other to hear.

"I don't want to. You promised me to let me be here."

"I regret it, Zhuo Jian, I regret it. I want to be a villain, a villain who will keep you captive no matter how painful you are. You can see it when you look up. I want to satisfy my own selfish desires. I don't want to care about what you think in your heart."

I."

Even if I miss him terribly.

Even if I miss him so much that I gnash my teeth with hatred.

Zhuo Jian looked at him in fear. If he really did that, just like before...

Zhuo Jian's breathing became restrained, and her eyes begged him not to do that.

Fu Yanye looked at her, "Don't be afraid, I will try my best to be a good person."

Zhuo Jian's tears fell again.

Because he said he would try his best to be a good person.

He wanted to kiss her as recklessly as he did last night.

But he promised her to try his best to be a good person.

So I tried again and again, and finally restrained myself. I finally resisted the urge before kissing her and occupying her, and asked her: "Have you eaten anything tonight? Are you hungry? I'll get you something to eat."

Zhuo Jian shook his head dully.

"I'm going to cook something, you watch TV first, okay?"

His eyes were filled with patience and doting.

Zhuo Jian thought about what he said about wanting to be a villain, and she was afraid, so she nodded obediently.

Fu Yanye put her down, sat down on the sofa, and put the remote control in her hand. He still couldn't help but pull her long hair that covered half of her face behind her ears. In fact, he still wanted to kiss her.

But the way Zhuo Jian looked at him forced him to restrain himself, got up and went to the kitchen.

Soon Fu Yanye heard the door closing outside. When he finished cooking the noodles and went out, he found that the sofa was already empty.

He stood at her door with a straight face, knocked lightly, and then opened the door.

Zhuo Jian didn't feel hungry at all, and there was something warm in her stomach. When she saw him approaching and smelled the noodle soup, her stomach suddenly surged. She quickly got out of bed and ran to the bathroom barefoot.

Fu Yanye: "..."

Zhong Mai's words suddenly echoed in his mind again.

But how could she?

She is Zhuo Jian.

She has experienced so many things and has matured long ago.

Fu Yanye put the noodles on the bedside table until she walked out weakly.


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