After hanging up the phone, Zhuang Shulan looked at Duan Xiuyuan after listening to the conversation, and smiled on her face: "We can finally meet Xiaojiu this time."

I missed it every time, and finally caught up this time.

Duan Xiuyuan confirmed the matter again: "Has Xiao Duan chased that little girl?"

"right."

Seeing Duan Xiuyuan's face turned slightly heavy, Zhuang Jiarong thought he was not very satisfied with Zhimian, so he hurriedly advised:

"Sister, brother-in-law, I tell you that Xiaojiu is a child with a good personality, good reading, beautiful appearance, and is still a little cartoonist now. He has a very good relationship with Xiaoduan. Without his parents, he is lonely and alone. You have never seen him before. If you want to see him, you will definitely like this child."

Zhuang Shulan nodded, "I know this. Didn't we go home during the Chinese New Year two years ago? Xiao Duan sent us something, and there were a few glutinous rice candy cakes in it. Xiaojiu heard that we like to eat candy cakes and made it for us."

And being loved by Zhuang Jiarong, and his son has been in love with him for so many years, Zhuang Shulan can also imagine what kind of girl Zhimian is.

They never seek wealth and noble family when dealing with their son's future partner. The most important thing is their personality, character, and Duan Zhuoxi dislikes them.

"Both kids are good, I know. Just-"

Duan Xiuyuan's tone was faint, and the tone turned his head: "What I am mainly worried about is that after they get back together, their personalities are still not suitable. Didn't the two of them break up after having a big conflict?"

Duan Xiuyuan looked at Zhuang Shulan, sighed, and patted her hand: "Xiao Duan's personality is too strong and domineering, and I am the only one. At that time, let the little girl accommodate him again, and if she suffers grievances, she will still have an unhappy end."

Zhuang Shulan didn't realize this, and suddenly felt worried.

The two of them knew their son's personality and knew that Duan Zhuo had always been stubborn and could not listen to what he didn't like to listen to. There was nothing that could make him bow his head. When they were in love, they would definitely let girls revolve around him. Even if they got back together, it was very likely that they would still be the same after a long time.

Zhuang Jiarong took a sip of red wine and finally said, "It's okay. When we meet this time, you two will talk to Xiao Duan again. If there are any mistakes, he will definitely correct them."

"Well, I'll have a good talk with him this time."

Zhuang Jiarong: "Sister, brother-in-law, let's have a meal first, and I won't talk about this..."-

On the other side, the birthday party is particularly lively.

The wine glasses collided, and the people were clamoring.

Duan Zhuo hugged Zhimian and sat on the sofa, playing with them. Zhimian originally wanted to watch him play cards seriously and learn two moves, but the man was not honest. After playing cards for a while, he would tease her in her ear, which made her cheeks flushed before she was satisfied.

Gradually, she lost her mind and lowered her head to rub his tattoo until Duan Zhuo won five games in a row, then turned off the game and focused on accompanying her.

This is Zhimian officially appeared in everyone's sight as Duan Zhuo's girlfriend, so the two of them naturally became the biggest focus. From time to time, people came to toast and started a few cheers.

The man was particularly interested today and drank all the wine he had to pay attention.

Zhimian knew that he had good alcohol tolerance and she had never seen him drunk, but at this moment she was watching him drink so much, and she couldn't help but persuade: "Will you get drunk like this?"

Duan Zhuo looked at her with his lips curled up, his eyes dark and turbid: "It's okay, isn't you drunk?"

Zhimian thought about it and let him drink it happily. Today is his birthday, as long as he is happy.

...

It was past ten o'clock in the evening, and the party ended, and the man was really drunk.

He leaned against the sofa, closed his eyes, half drunk and half awake, Zhimian couldn't move him, so he could only call Zhuge Yu and Sima Cheng for help.

When he arrived at the first floor of the building where the club was located, Cheng Li was already waiting here in a Bentley.

After the two helped Duan Zhuo into the car, Zhuge Yu asked Zhimian: "Xiaojiu, do you know when the last time he got drunk?"

"when?"

"After breaking up with you last year."

On the night when they went abroad to win the Mek Cup championship, everyone held a celebration banquet for him. He was drunk and the two helped him back to rest. His eyes were scarlet and his mouth was calling Zhimian's name, saying that his gloves were broken.

This is the first time they have seen Duan Zhuo like this since they were young.

Sima Cheng sighed: "But the old story is over, he is very happy that you are by his side today."

Zhimian smiles.

"Xiaojiu, I'll work hard to you tonight, get him back."

"It's okay, Brother Cheng Li is here too." And when you go to Zhuang Jiarong, someone will help you take care of him.

After saying goodbye, Zhimian got on the bus, Bentley started.

She turned to look at the man beside her, remembering what the two of them said just now, and felt ache in her heart and moved to him, "Duan Zhuo..."

Duan Zhuo was not drunk and unconscious. He opened his eyes when he heard the sound, raised his hand to hug her into his arms, his hot lips held her sensitive earlobes, his breath lingered, and he called her in a hoarse voice: "Baby."

The subwoofer in my ear made Zhimian tremble in his heart, "What's wrong..."

Duan Zhuo hugged her tighter, Zhimian leaned against his shoulder, and when he saw that he didn't speak, he asked softly: "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"fine."

Zhimian held his hand and whispered: "You can't drink so much next time. Drinking alcohol hurts your liver, do you know?"

"Well, I'll listen to you."

She smiled sly when she heard this, "Do you listen to me in everything?"

Duan Zhuo bit her ear lightly and whispered: "If you listen to it, can you be my wife, okay?"

Zhimian's heart beat and his face blushed:

"don't want……"

"Why don't?"

"How can I ask casually, I will just agree to you..."

Duan Zhuo smiled, "Okay, then I will tell you solemnly once in the future."

Say it grandly?

So is it... a marriage proposal?

Zhimian felt hot in his heart, but he knew that he could not take this person's drunken words too seriously. He probably would have forgotten what he said even if he woke up tomorrow morning.

Half an hour later, Bentley sailed to the Yulong World.

The car stopped at the door of the manor, Zhimian shook Duan Zhuo's sleeves and woke him up: "We're at my uncle's house."

Cheng Li got out of the car, opened the car door, and helped to help Duan Zhuo get out of the car.

A servant came to greet her, but Duan Zhuo held Zhimian and leaned half on her.

Zhimian felt that he was not that heavy and could do it alone, so he said, "Brother Cheng Li, then you don't need to help me. I can just help him in."

"Okay, Miss Zhi, please slow down."

So Zhimian hugged Duan Zhuo, walked towards the door of his house, and ordered the servants next to him to get something to sober up.

When he walked into the house and arrived at the living room, Zhimian took Duan Zhuo to the sofa and sat down.

She had just breathed a sigh of relief and wanted to stand up, but the man pulled her to sit down on his lap.

The man put his warm arms on her soft and slender waist, hugging her tightly, and the scorching breath was sprayed little by little on her fair neck, and his voice was low: "Mianmian."

"Um?"

"I like you."

Zhimian:?

This man was drunk and could he say such straightforward words?

Zhimian was stunned for a moment, his heart was as sweet as eating honey. When he thought that there would be servants who would see him, he pushed him gently: "I know, but you can let me get up first..."

He rubbed his head against her neck, and a few words came out of his throat: "Mianmian, I like you very much..."

Zhimian was stunned by his slightly clingy appearance. Just as he was about to speak, he turned around and saw three people walking down from the building. He was stunned-

Duan Xiuyuan, Zhuang Shulan and Zhuang Jiarong just learned that they had returned home, so come and take a look.

Unexpectedly, Duan Zhuo encountered the scene of holding the little girl and not letting go.

Zhimian, who had seen Duan Zhuo’s parents' photos, quickly reacted a few seconds later. He was so scared that he pushed the man away and stood up. His mind was in chaos and he moved his lips: "Uncle, aunt, uncle..."

How come Duan Zhuo’s parents are back?!

Oh my God...

Duan Zhuo on the sofa slowly lifted up his eyelids and saw Duan Xiuyuan and Zhuang Shulan approaching. His eyes narrowed slightly and he said lazily: "Dad, Mom..."

Zhuang Jiarong smelled a strong smell of wine, "Is this drinking?"

Zhimian explained: "Duan Zhuo drank a lot of wine tonight and was a little drunk."

"This kid..." Zhuang Shulan was helpless, Duan Xiuyuan said indifferently: "Call someone to get a glass of honey water and give him a drink to sober up."

Zhimian: "I have explained to them just now."

"When he finishes drinking, let him go up and rest." Zhuang Jiarong said.

Zhuang Shulan's eyes fell again on the girl with bright eyes and white teeth in front of her. She looked at her for a few seconds and asked with a gentle smile: "You are Xiaojiu, right?"

Zhimian nodded shyly, "Yes."

She was not ready to meet Duan Zhuo's parents.
To be continued...