Fangyuan thought about the famous scenes that this brat showed him: "I drank all day long, but there was no alcohol at all when I checked for drunk driving."
Have you been tricked by that brat?
How about giving it a try?
"Let's go."
"I'll drive it"
"OK"
In the car, Fangyuan sat in the passenger seat and took out his mobile phone.
"Old Qiao, I'll be here soon."
"Okay, come here quickly."
……
"Old Fang, here we come."
"What good wine have you prepared?"
Qiao Weidong reached out and picked up the wine bottle on the table and handed it to Fangyuan.
"Mao Zi, you should drink more."
"That's necessary. You can't leave without getting drunk today."
"My room has been tidied up for you."
"Then I have to tell Tong Wenjie that I won't be going back tonight." After saying that, I called Tong Wenjie.
"Look at how afraid of your wife you are." Qiao Weidong looked at Fangyuan and curled his lips, not knowing what he felt in his heart.
"Is the report finished?"
"Why don't you call your little girlfriend and say something?"
When Qiao Weidong heard this, he picked up the wine bottle and poured himself a full glass.
"Actually, if you don't call me today, I'm going to call you out for a drink."
"Xiaomeng and I have broken up."
After saying this, Qiao Weidong drank another full glass, and his face turned red instantly.
Fangyuan raised the wine glass in his hand, touched it with Qiao Weidong, and took a slow sip.
It seems that I won’t be able to use those wine-dodging skills today, which is a pity for my sponge.
Fangyuan looked at the sponge cushion that Fang Yifan stuffed into his pocket and shook his head.
Not to mention that this wine is really good, I really can’t bear to let it go like this.
"Why did we break up suddenly?"
Qiao Weidong continued to pour himself wine: "Little Dream married me. When she saw that I moved here, she came over and asked me if I still have Song Qian in my heart?"
The two had another drink.
"Then what did you say?"
"I hesitated for a moment, and then Xiao Meng left."
"Then he sent me a WeChat message yesterday, breaking up with me and telling me not to look for her. She had already returned to her hometown."
Another cup
"Didn't you try to call her?" Fangyuan finally finished the glass of wine.
"I was beaten and everyone blocked me."
"Then what do you think? If you want to look for it, you should be able to find it."
Qiao Weidong poured himself another glass.
"Forget it, I found that I don't seem to love her that much."
"What about you and Song Qian? Have you ever thought about remarrying?"
Qiao Weidong raised his head and glanced at Fangyuan: "I did think about it at the moment when Xiaomeng asked me."
"But let's forget it."
Another full drink.
"Then stop talking and drink."
One cup, two cups, three or four cups, five cups, six cups, seven or eight cups;
Nine cups, ten cups and countless cups are gone into the stomach.
"Old Fang, please stop dangling too much. You're making me a little dizzy."
Fangyuan was sitting in a chair and was in a bad state. While she was still awake, she turned on the video on her phone and pointed it at Qiao Weidong.
"Old Qiao, do you want to remarry Song Qian?"
Qiao Weidong, lying on the table, muttered: "I want to...ah, why don't I want to."
“It’s only now that I’ve reached this age that I realize, hiccup…, what I want most is to be able to go home and have a wife and children.”
"Yes... Xiaomeng is young, beautiful, and has a good figure, but she doesn't understand me."
"I really don't understand what she likes at all, and we have almost no common language."
"Do you remember... hiccup... in the underground parking lot?"
"Tong Wenjie immediately guessed what I would...burp...do."
"And Tong Wenjie is not bad looking either. I think she looks very similar to the little dragon girl who played Zhu Bajie in Splendid Spring."
"Fang...Fangyuan, don't you think so?"
After saying this, Qiao Weidong fell down on the table and fell asleep.
Save the video on your phone and send a WeChat message to Fang Yifan, asking Fang Yifan to pick him up.
Fangyuan stood up a little unsteadily, went to the bathroom, washed his face, and sobered up.
He helped Qiao Weidong to the bed with force and put a glass of water on the table for him.
Then he walked out towards the door.
"Dad, why are you so drunk?"
Fang Yuan's face turned red and she waved her hand to signal Fang Yifan not to help him.
"There is what you want on your phone, just find it yourself."
"Thank you, Dad."
"Drive slowly and let me sleep for a while."
"Okay."
Qiao Weidong in the room on the other side wanted to drink water drowsily, looking at the water glass on the table.
He picked it up and drank it in one gulp. He missed Song Qian a little.
That's how she is. Although she dislikes herself every time she drinks, she still takes good care of herself.
As he was thinking about it, Qiao Weidong suddenly started to cry and stumbled towards Song Qian's house.
Song Qian, who was about to go to bed, suddenly heard someone knocking on the door, and uneasily opened the monitor at the door to see who it was.
As soon as I opened it, I saw Qiao Weidong lying in front of my house.
Song Qian said she was disgusted, but she immediately opened the door and wanted to help Qiao Weidong in.
Song Qian really can't lift Qiao Weidong by herself.
"Yingzi, come here and help me carry your dad in."
Yingzi, who was still asleep in the room, was chatting with Fang Yifan.
When she heard her mother's voice, she ran over quickly.
"What's wrong with dad?"
"Your dad is drunk, help me get him in."
"Oh oh"
But what Song Qian didn't expect was that Qiao Weidong muttered: "Song Qian, I miss you." "Don't leave me." "I regret it so much." "Song Qian, I want to remarry you." After hearing this, Yingzi subconsciously looked at her mother's face, wanting to see her reaction.
Song Qian listened to Qiao Weidong's words expressionlessly and threw Qiao Weidong on the bed.
He said to Yingzi: "Go to bed quickly, I will take care of your dad alone."
After Yingzi left, Song Qian got a glass of water for Qiao Weidong and placed it on the table next to her.
Sitting quietly by the bed and looking at Qiao Weidong who was still talking in his sleep.
"Water...I want to drink water."
After hearing this, Song Qian held Qiao Weidong against the bed and put water to Qiao Weidong's mouth.
Qiao Weidong, who was feeling uncomfortable, vaguely saw someone in front of him, and that person was his ex-wife Song Qian.
Is this a dream?
Qiao Weidong hugged Song Qian and said, "Song Qian, is it really you? I miss you so much."
Song Qian struggled in her arms to leave Qiao Weidong's arms, but slowly listened to Qiao Weidong's words and gradually stopped struggling.
The two of them stayed like this for who knows how long, until Qiao Weidong fell asleep.
Song Qian left Qiao Weidong's arms and went to the living room with the quilt.
……
As soon as Yingzi left Song Qian's bedroom, she couldn't wait to send Fang Yifan a WeChat message.
"Little cutie: My dad has come to my house, and my mom is taking care of her."
"Big Bad: Ah...is this a good thing or a bad thing?"
"Little cutie: It must be a good thing. My dad even said in his dreams that he wanted to remarry my mom."
"Big Bad: What's your mother's attitude?"
"Little cutie: My mother is neither happy nor angry, she has no expression at all."
"Little cutie: But I feel like my mom still has my dad in her heart."
"Big Bad Guy: By the way, your dad and Aunt Xiaomeng have broken up."
"Little cutie: Ah...is there hope for my parents to remarry?"
"Big Bad: For sure."
"Little cutie: Thank you."
"Big Bad: What's the reward?"
"Little cutie: Can I give you a kick as a reward?"