She gently stroked his outline with her hand, smiled when she heard him talking about drinking, and said softly: "Then I'll ask someone to bring you a bottle."
"Get a few more bottles, I want to get drunk on you tonight."
"That's what you said."
Zhuo Jian's hand gently touched his lips, and he immediately opened his mouth to take her.
Zhuo Jian: "..."
Fu Yanye sucked it, then opened his eyes and looked at her with ambiguous eyes: "You said you like me."
"Well, I like you."
Zhuo Jian agreed, feeling very happy and a little coquettishly shy.
"I like you too."
As he spoke, he put his arms around her, put her hands on her chest, and then kissed her again.
Zhuo Jian couldn't stand the taste of wine in his mouth, but obviously, she had to cooperate with him now.
Soon, someone called the inside line.
Zhuo Jian answered the call while hugging and kissing him on the bedside.
"Madam, the wine has been delivered."
"Please bring it to the room, thank you."
Zhuo Jian was kissed on the neck by him and pushed him slightly before he could speak properly.
Soon, the staff came forward with the sobered wine.
The Internet in the room was disconnected, and the lights were not turned on. Only the lights from outside illuminated the room.
The staff didn't dare to look up, but their boss was indeed kissing their wife.
The staff quickly left. Zhuo Jian glanced at the wine on the bedside and asked him, her voice a little hoarse from his kiss, "Do you want another drink?"
"Let me finish kissing you."
As he spoke, he raised her hand and kissed her neck again, and then kissed the corner of her mouth: "Zhuo Jian, are you willing to leave me?"
Zhuo Jian felt as if someone had planted a time bomb in his heart, and he was a little nervous when he looked at him with clear eyes.
Fu Yanye seemed to be still drunk, but his eyes were somewhat pitiful, "Huh? Are you willing to do it?"
"Fu Yanye, you are drunk."
Her weak voice interrupted, and she looked at him with pity with her clear eyes.
"Really? I can drink some more."
Fu Yanye hugged her and stood up. He leaned on the soft bed and Zhuo Jian was held in his arms.
He went to get the bottle and glass himself.
Zhuo Jian lay in his arms and looked at him carelessly, watching him pour the wine, watching him drink.
Fu Yanye lowered his eyes and asked her, "Would you like a drink?"
"No, your daughter still has to eat."
Zhuo Jian's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, making him feel a fire in his heart.
But when he talked about his daughter, he couldn't help but smile sweetly, and his eyes became even more doting.
He drank the wine and then kissed her with his wine-stained lips.
Since you can't drink it, why not taste it?
He just kissed her, which made her feel a little drunk.
Well, I feel a little dizzy.
"Do you like it? The taste?"
Fu Yanye looked at her with blurred black eyes and asked again.
"Um."
She replied to him with a slightly hoarse voice, and her eyes were a little unclear when she looked at him.
He seemed to be in a good mood and went to pour himself another glass.
He drank a lot tonight, and Zhuo Jian saw that his neck was red.
She raised her hand to gently touch his Adam's apple, then raised her head and kissed him gently there.
Fu Yanye couldn't bear it, so he laughed helplessly and reminded her: "Don't light the fire randomly."
Zhuo Jian didn't dare to light the fire randomly, and then looked at him again with watery eyes.
Fu Yanye felt that this woman was really making people crazy.
He may really feel that he is a little drunk and his mind is not clear.
She is so gentle and delicate, does she also want to stay by his side?
He pinched her chin and lifted it, and then kissed her lips gently.