Rong Juan was finally persuaded by Fu Chengyu that night. Later, he and Wen Siyan had almost no chance to meet, so the matter passed as it was.
But Fu Chengyu didn't expect that Wen Siyan would appear between Rong Juan and Qiao Weiwei again.
"Then the boy hasn't given up on Youyi yet, right?" Fu Chengyu said, "You two have been together for so many years, how can he not think about it and still want to continue pursuing Youyi?"
When Rong Juan heard this, his face became even more ugly.
Seeing this, Fu Chengyu quickly poured him another glass of wine and said, "Don't think too much, after all, it's been so long. There are countless beauties in this colorful world. Wen Siyan might already have a girlfriend... Besides,
The only one who has been with you wholeheartedly, when will it be his turn?"
Rong Juan still didn't speak.
If it was really like what Fu Chengyu said, it wouldn't matter to him. However, over the past few years, Qiao Wei had always kept in touch with Wen Siyan.
As she said, the two are friends, friends from beginning to end, and there has never been any cross-border situation.
But if in Wen Siyan's perception, the final difference between the two of them was just to break through the window paper, then who knows how far they had progressed before Rong Juan appeared?
Even though so many years had passed, he still had to watch Qiao Weiwei and Wen Siyan face each other day and night under the same roof——
Can't do it!
Thinking of this, Rong Juan drank the last sip of wine, stood up suddenly, and walked out again with a sullen face.
Fu Chengyu wanted to shout to him, but he couldn't.
When He Jingchen returned to the room, he saw Fu Chengyu sitting there alone, holding his forehead with his fingers as he had a headache.
"What's wrong?" He Jingchen couldn't help but ask, "Where is Rong Juan?"
"I left even more angry than when I came here," Fu Chengyu replied.
He Jingchen immediately became happy, "What are you talking about? How can you make him even more angry than when you came?"
Fu Chengyu sighed and said: "I should say nothing. The more I say, the more he thinks. Some things just make him angrier the more he thinks about them... Why bother?"
For Rong Juan, some things did make him angrier the more he thought about them, just as those emotions that were already far away burned into raging flames in an instant after being mentioned repeatedly and recalled when he was already irritable.
Regarding the words Wen Siyan said, Rong Juan never mentioned it to Qiao Weiyi, and occasionally he was secretly jealous, and Qiao Weiyi just laughed at him for being stingy and careless.
So he didn't mention it much.
He didn't want to question her loyalty to his feelings.
He believed that she just regarded Wen Siyan as an ordinary friend.
But now, he wants her to cut off contact with this ordinary friend!
He just wanted to see who she would choose between that ordinary friend and him as her boyfriend!
Rong Juan left the winery and drove back to the downstairs of Qiao Weiyi's apartment.
Qiao Weiwei had just come out of the shower when she heard her doorbell ringing. She paused and stepped forward to open the door, only to see the security guard downstairs standing at the door.
Qiao Weiwei was suddenly startled, "Is something wrong?"
"Miss Qiao?" the security guard said. "There was a gentleman downstairs who drove his car and hit the outer wall of the apartment. He said he was your boyfriend..."
When Qiao Weiwei heard this, his expression suddenly changed, and he rushed out of the door without caring that he was still wearing pajamas and slippers.
As soon as he arrived in the lobby downstairs, he saw Rong Juan sitting on the sofa with his forehead propped up, flanked by a security guard and two property staff, who were discussing calling the police.
"Please don't call the police!" Qiao Weiwei stepped forward quickly, glanced at Rong Juan first, then looked at the two staff members, and said, "I'm sorry, my boyfriend had a fight with me, and his mood may not be stable...all
We will compensate for the loss according to the price. Just tell me the amount of compensation after you determine the loss."
When the apartment staff saw this, they walked aside to discuss it.
Only then did Qiao Weiwei sit next to Rong Juan, "Where are you injured? Do you want to go to the hospital? Is your forehead injured?"
As she spoke, she gently pulled away the hand that was on his forehead.
Rong Juan was sitting quietly, letting her pull away his hand, his eyes fixed on her face motionlessly.
Seeing Qiao's only gaze change from worried to stunned to relaxed, he suddenly reached out his hand and took her into his arms.
He was not injured, not at all, but his mind went blank the moment he hit the wall, and it was only now that he saw her that he finally calmed down.
Qiao Weiwei froze for a moment after being held in his arms, but in front of so many people, she didn't say anything, just said: "Wait for me, I will discuss it with them."
Rong Juan actually let go of his hand obediently, but his eyes were still fixed on her.
Qiao Weiwei discussed it again with the two property management personnel. After agreeing to pay 20,000 yuan in compensation in advance, the other party finally agreed not to call the police and let her take the perpetrator away first.
Rong Juan originally thought they were going upstairs, so he took Qiao Weiwei's hand and was about to go upstairs, but Qiao Weiwei pulled him straight towards the door.
Outside the apartment, his car parked quietly next to the accident scene. The front of the car was slightly deformed and there were a few marks on the body, but it didn't seem to be serious.
Rong Juan was drunk now and was still confused. When Qiao opened the passenger door and pushed him in, he didn't react at all.
Qiao Weiwei got into the driver's seat, started the car, and drove in the direction of Rong's house.
Rong Juan sat quietly in the passenger seat for a while, then finally regained his composure and reached out to grab her hand, "Wife..."
The only person who avoided his hand was Qiao, who said almost expressionlessly: "I'm driving, don't affect me."
"Oh." Rong Juan responded, and sure enough, he stopped moving.
Qiao Ziwei drove a little further and fell asleep leaning on the passenger seat.
The car drove to the guard box outside the Rong family's parents' residence. The guard saw the familiar license plate and was about to let him go, but the car stopped directly at the door.
The guard immediately stepped forward and saw Qiao Weiwei opening the door and stepping out of the driver's seat, saying to him: "Please inform Mrs. Rong that Rong Juan cannot drive after drinking. Please send someone out to pick him up."
After explaining to the guard, Qiao Yiyi turned around and walked to the side of the road. He quickly stopped a taxi, got in and left without looking back.
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The next morning, Rong Juan woke up from the pain, only to find that someone had squeezed him awake.
"Mom!" Rong Juan quickly took his ears back from Mrs. Rong, "What are you doing so early in the morning -"
"What am I doing?" Xu Tingrong looked at him and said angrily, "Why don't you think about what you did?"
"What's wrong with me?" Rong Juan got angry and asked angrily.
"Did you drink and drive last night? Did you crash?" Xu Tingrong asked sharply.
When she asked this question, something flashed across Rong Juan's mind, and he lost his voice: "Where is the only one?"
"Youyi?" Xu Tingrong said, "Youyi drove your car to the guard box and then went back! Fortunately, she was smart and knew to call the guard to inform me. If your father knows that you not only drank and drove but also crashed, look at him.
How can I teach you a lesson!"
Rong Juan held his forehead and listened to Xu Tingrong's chatter. After a long while, he finally remembered the outline of the matter.
"It's over, it's over." He said, "Only one must be angry..."
"Can you not be angry? It was just last year during the Mid-Autumn Festival that you swore to her in front of so many people that you would never drive and drink again. How long has it been now that you can't remember?" Xu Tingrong said, "She can still do it.
Send you back to the door, if it were me, I would just let you sleep on the street!"