When Fu Yanye and Yan Zheng arrived, the three women were hugging each other and crying.
Zhang Mingliang was sober, but those two were really drunk.
"Why did you drink so much?"
Yan Zheng glanced at the dazzling array of wine bottles on the table and couldn't help but frown and ask.
Zhong Mai stroked his hair and looked up at him handsomely, "It doesn't cost you money, can you take care of it?"
Yan Zheng looked at her helplessly, thinking, he couldn't care less.
"I'll take this woman away first."
Yan Zheng glanced at Fu Yanye and said.
Fu Yanye stood on the side with his hands on his hips and nodded, then looked at his woman who was still hugging Zhang Mingliang.
She clearly knew that he had mysophobia, yet she cuddled with other women all day long.
Why.
The perfume on those women smells really bad.
And tonight...
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and accidentally saw two cigarette butts standing in the ashtray next to her, and unconsciously frowned into the Chinese character Sichuan.
"Take her away quickly."
Zhang Mingliang raised his eyes and looked at Fu Yanye.
Fu Yanye didn't waste any time. He stepped forward, touched Zhuo Jian's head and put it into his arms. Zhuo Jian was extremely reluctant and wanted to hug Zhang Mingli. Zhang Mingli quickly stood up and walked to the door, "Don't follow her."
Angry, she is here to accompany us."
How could Fu Yanye not know that she was there to accompany others?
Looking down at her, she suddenly leaned against him obediently and whispered: "If you don't apply for three days, I'm talking about you, huh?"
Zhuo Jian looked like she didn't understand. She hugged his sexy and strong waist and looked up at him in a daze.
Fu Yanye had no choice but to ask: "Do you want to go home with me?"
"Who are you?"
Zhuo Jian suddenly asked with a silly smile.
"Who am I? You will soon find out."
He smiled.
"Ah, I remembered, you are my husband, Fu Yanye, why did you come here? Hurry up and take me home, I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."
She suddenly raised her hand.
Fu Yanye: "..."
People were carried out.
Yuan Man and Chang Xia followed behind, neither of them dared to take a breath.
Their wives were drunk again.
Why.
Their wives are very drunk.
But their wives like to get drunk too much.
On the way back, the two of them sat in the back. Fu Yanye lowered his head and looked at the woman whose head was resting on his shoulder. Zhuo Jian's face turned red from drinking, and she looked particularly charming under the warm light.
Her eyelashes were thick and long, and Fu Yanye looked at them, then at the gentle bridge of her nose, and then at her soft lips. He couldn't help but raise his hand and gently hold half of her face.
Zhuo Jian opened his eyes drunkenly and looked up at him, "I'm not drunk."
"Um."
Fu Yanye agreed, but there was clearly no trust in his deep eyes, only infinite tolerance.
It's pampering.
Zhuo Jian lay on his shoulder again and continued to find a comfortable position to sleep. This was not too happy for her.
When she got home, she reluctantly woke up. When she was placed in the warm bathtub, she suddenly opened her drunken eyes and her pink mouth.
The person seemed to suddenly wake up.
Fu Yanye said nothing, but moved his hands.
Zhuo Jian quickly held it: "What are you doing?"
"Help you take a bath."
Fu Yanye continued to move.
Zhuo Jian couldn't stop him, so she held his hand in her arms and huddled up, "I, I want to sleep."
It seemed too late to go to bed now. She was already soaked, but she could wash herself.
