She looked away calmly and put the lighter back in its place.
A trace of annoyance flashed through Cheng Zitong's heart. He couldn't tell where it came from. It was probably because of the sweltering heat.
At this time, Fu Yuan'er stood up again, walked to the refrigerator and opened the wine cabinet.
He took out one of the bottles of wine.
Seeing his eyes sweeping over her, the corners of her lips curled up slightly: "Reluctant?"
What she took out was indeed the best bottle of wine in the wine cabinet.
"It doesn't matter." He shrugged.
She skillfully uncorked the bottle and poured the red wine into the decanter. Looking under the light, it was a dark red liquid with an aroma.
So, a candlelight dinner started.
"Fu Yuan'er, are you ready to take back what you said that day?" There was a teasing smile in his handsome eyes.
She thought for a while, and a smile appeared on her soft lips: "Even if we are not in that kind of relationship, can't we have dinner together?"
Then he said: "You can't be so stingy, right?"
He was thoughtful, but didn't ask any further questions. She couldn't have come without a purpose. All he had to do was watch her.
Sober up.
She picked up the decanter, poured half a glass for him, and poured a full glass for herself.
"Cheng Zitong, wish us..." She raised her glass and thought she should say something. After much thought, she couldn't think of a suitable one, "Stop talking nonsense and just drink."
She raised her head and drank the full glass of wine in one breath.
A trace of distress flashed across his eyes, and the wine glass reached his mouth, but he didn't drink it.
Fu Yuan'er poured herself another glass of wine and glanced at him, "Why don't you drink it? Don't waste such good wine."
After saying that, she drank another glass.
Cheng Zitong smiled and gently shook the wine in the glass: "Fu Yuan'er, I don't drink this bottle of wine the way you do."
"You have to drink wine into your stomach after all, why bother with so much!" After saying that, she drank another glass.
Cheng Zitong's eyebrows grew tighter and tighter.
When she poured wine into the glass again, he couldn't help but grab the bottle.
"Hey, aren't you so stingy?" She wanted to grab the bottle, but she was not as strong as him.
Seeing him putting the wine bottle on the edge of the table, she stood up and wanted to get it... and he took the bottle away again.
She went up to grab it, but her steps were unsteady and she stumbled towards him.
The next second, she had fallen into his broad embrace.
"Throw yourself into your arms?" His sneer fell.
But what poured into her nose was a familiar faint fragrance, and she couldn't help but take a deep breath, filling her lungs with his scent.
A burst of grievance and pain surged into her heart, and even the buttons on his shirt that fell into her sight made her feel aggrieved.
Tears fell involuntarily from the corners of his eyes.
The coolness of her tears brought her back to her senses, and she hurriedly sat up and wiped away her tears.
shameful.
"Cheng Zitong, what's wrong with you drinking a little wine?" She stood up from his arms, "I drank all your wine today, and you can't do anything to me."
As she became more drunk, her tongue began to get tangled when she spoke, and her steps became a little unsteady.
Cheng Zitong wanted to stand up, but she stretched out her hand to stop him: "Sit down, don't let me look down on you..."
Cheng Zitong:......
She came to the wine cabinet, took out a bottle of wine with one hand, and slammed it on the dining table.
She wanted to open the wine, but her hand with the corkscrew had no strength...
Suddenly, her hand was grasped by his slender and generous palm.
He turned behind her and held her hand
Open the cork with your hands.
"Thank you." She said with a smile, put down the corkscrew and tried to reach for the wine bottle, but found an empty one.
"Yuan'er!" In his low voice, her legs softened and she fell to the ground.
He quickly stretched out his arms to support her, holding her firmly in his arms.
She was already completely drunk, her eyes became blurred, her pretty face turned crimson, and her originally soft red lips turned dark red under the influence of the wine... as if she contained some kind of secret, waiting for him to explore.
With her so close to his arms, it took a lot of self-control for him to hold back.
"Cheng Zitong, you..." She looked at him vaguely, "What's wrong with your face..."
She raised her hand and held his face with her long green fingers. The soft touch spread directly from his skin to the depths of her heart...
The fire that had been suppressed so hard was about to break through the restraints...
"Cheng Zitong, your face is not red enough." She said suddenly.
After saying that, she stood up with strength. Perhaps the strong alcoholism had just passed and she sobered up a little.
She picked up the wine bottle and poured wine into the glass again. "Get up," she called him, "get up and drink."
He got up, but sat on the chair and did not pick up the wine glass.
"Drink...drink..." She put the cup to his mouth, with her beautiful eyes, "Drink, drink..."
In this case, the cup contained poison, and he drank it willingly.
"Drink again." As soon as she finished drinking, she added another glass.
"Drink more..."
"Drink..."
Miss Fu's bad behavior when she is drunk is that she likes to make people drink.
Finally, he also felt a little dizzy.
"Drink..." She poured another glass of wine.
He smiled softly, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her into his arms.
"Oops!" She whispered, and all the wine in the glass spilled on her clothes... Today she was wearing a V-neck dress, and the wine just rolled down along her career line.
She casually grabbed some unknown cloth and wiped it on her body. As she rubbed it, something didn't feel right. She raised her head and realized that she had torn off his shirt...
And his handsome eyes were burning with fire, as if he wanted to burn her to ashes.
"Give it back to you..." She pouted disdainfully, "What's the big deal."
She went to the bathroom and wiped it off.
She stood up, but was pulled back by him, "Since you took the initiative to send me to your door, why did you leave?"
She scratched her hair and couldn't think straight. What did "delivered to your door..." mean?
He couldn't help but suffocate. He couldn't stand her confused look. The patience he had endured for many days was like a volcano erupting, and the overlapping figures rolled down to the carpet.
"Well..." The overwhelming kisses made her a little breathless, and she couldn't help but reach out and push him.
He stopped temporarily, put his hands on the floor, and locked his eyes with her: "Yuan'er, why did you come here?"
She looked at him with confusion.
He suddenly felt dizzy. He hadn't noticed what kind of wine she was holding, and it had such a strong stamina.
"Cheng Zitong..." She whispered his name.
"Yeah." He agreed, but his head became increasingly dizzy.
Finally, he lay down on her and fell asleep.
She slowly opened her eyes, stared at the ceiling, and slowly closed her eyes.
There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and it started to rain heavily.
The candlelight in the room flickered, gently reflecting on the faces of the two people who were sleeping soundly.
I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly a flash of blue-white lightning flashed in the sky outside the window, and Fu Yuan, who was sleeping soundly,
Er opened his eyes suddenly.
She stared at the ceiling for a while, then gradually came back to her senses.
She pushed Cheng Zitong off her body, and he turned over, still sleeping soundly with no sign of waking up.
This is of course, because she put something to help him sleep in his wine.
Yes, she heard everything he and Cheng Yiming said in the hospital that day.
At that time, she and Yan Yan were hiding outside the door. Neither he nor Cheng Yiming probably expected that someone would be eavesdropping outside.
After hearing those words, she was so calm that she didn't know why. She didn't react excessively, she just turned around and left.
"Yuan'er, Yuan'er..." Yan Yan caught up with her outside the hospital building, her expression full of worry.
"This is not the place to talk." Fu Yuan'er glanced around, worried that Cheng Zitong would come out of the building at any time.
She and Yan Yan returned to her apartment.
But she didn't say anything, she just sat there on the sofa.
Yan Yan couldn't find the words to comfort her. If those words came from Cheng Yiming's mouth, she could also say that he had ulterior motives.
But they heard Cheng Zitong admit it with their own ears.
Beaten until there is nowhere to hide.
"Please say something." Yan Yan was a little anxious.
Fu Yuan'er bit her lip: "I don't believe it unless I see it with my own eyes."
"What did you see?"
"Documents on his acquisition of the Fu family's shares."
Yan Yan deeply believed that this thing must be seen with her own eyes before she can count it.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
Fu Yuan'er has already made a plan, "First find out where those documents are, and then find a way to take a look."
This was not difficult. Soon, she learned from Cheng Zitong's secretary that he would keep acquisition-type documents in the apartment.
So, she came tonight.
He would drink when she was drunk, and she secretly put something to help him sleep in his wine.
To be precise, it was the medicine that the doctor prescribed to Yan Yan to calm her nerves and help her sleep.
"Aren't you afraid that you will be really drunk and sleep until dawn?" Yan Yan asked worriedly before setting off.
"I know how much I drink." She raised the corners of her lips carelessly.
Look, when she woke up, he was still asleep, wasn't he?
Fu Yuan'er endured the discomfort in her stomach, got up and walked towards the study.
She searched through the filing cabinets, desk drawers, and computers, but she didn't see anything related to the Fu family.
She remembered what Yan Yan had told her before she came over: I learned from Cheng Yiming that Cheng Zitong likes to keep important things at hand.
Her eyes fell on some books beside the computer.
Those books are large and printed on A4 printing paper. If you don't look carefully, you will take it for granted that they are used to rest your hands.
But when you pick up the books one by one, there is really something else inside.
A share sale agreement, the buyer and seller are a person named Yu and Cheng Zitong.
This person named Yu bought 80% of the Fu family's shares from his grandfather at a low price.
There was no light in the room, but the flash of lightning outside the window from time to time was enough for her to see the agreement clearly, line by line, word by word...
Tears couldn't help but roll down, almost falling on this agreement.
Seeing clearly with your own eyes what is good, besides making yourself sad, what else can you gain.
As expected, he sent someone to trade with Grandpa and took the opportunity to suppress the share price. The assets of the Fu family company just disappeared in the numbers.
Grandpa said that he was kind to her out of guilt.
In fact, that was not the case at all. He just wanted to stab the knife gently.
