When the light turned green, Zhuo Jian glanced at him and immediately nudged him with his elbow as a reminder.
"I want you right now, honey, can you please pull over?"
He muttered, "Consultation?"
"Um?"
Zhuo Jian glanced at him and then looked at the road ahead seriously, not hearing what he said at all.
There was a feeling of tightness in his chest, and he groaned deeply after sitting back. A sharp look suddenly flashed in his drunken eyes.
Zhuo Jian looked at him again and felt relieved when he saw that he was finally no longer so pestering.
Fu Yanye was actually unwilling, but for the sake of safety and having other thoughts, he could only endure it for now.
I have never felt that the road home is so long. This time, Fu Yanye felt it for the first time.
Seeing that he got out of the car quickly, Zhuo Jian quickly dialed Wang Rui's number. It took a long time for Wang Rui to answer, and it took so long that Fu Yanye had already opened her car door.
She felt a cold wind blowing on her arm, as if it was blowing into the bones, causing some pain, and then she turned around and saw him.
On the speaker phone, Wang Rui said: "Hello? Hello, boss."
Fu Yanye leaned in, turned off the phone, and looked at her with a drunken smile, "We're home."
"..."
Zhuo Jian looked at him. She wondered if she had just hallucinated. When he turned off the phone, he was not vague at all, did not look like he was drunk at all, and his expression was very serious?
But now...
His eyes were clearly stained with drunkenness, and it was very strong.
"get off."
He said.
Zhuo Jian stayed there looking at him, almost forgetting to breathe.
But the more she tried to determine the truth, the harder it became.
"No, I hug you. I love hugging you the most."
Fu Yanye smiled again, but when he was about to hug her, he was blocked by the seat belt. He frowned and muttered: "It's really in the way."
Zhuo Jian lowered her eyes to see that he was angry about the seat belt, and her childish eyebrows also frowned.
"Okay, let's go home and sleep together."
Fu Yanye took her out of the car and left.
"Hey, the car door isn't closed yet."
Zhuo Jian quickly came to his senses and reminded.
He reluctantly took a few steps back.
Zhuo Jian reached out and closed the car door.
"hold me."
Fu Yanye suddenly said something.
Zhuo Jian stared at his drunken look, then put her hands on his shoulders.
She tried hard to recall whether he had ever really been drunk in front of her.
Although he came to her on the pretext of being drunk several times, was he really drunk?
There were also times when he said that he did not get drunk so easily.
And the way he carried her home didn't look like he was drunk.
As powerful as a handsome young man?
No, it should be a stupid young man.
Zhuo Jian looked at him and unconsciously thought of his childhood.
Hey, he is always very powerful. Thinking about it this way, your sense of security will increase a lot unconsciously.
When she arrived at home, she opened the door and he was responsible for carrying her in. Along the way, until he was approaching the stairs, he stopped and asked, "Do you want something to eat?"
"Um?"
"I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat and you'll be hungry later."
"Fu Yanye."
There was no one else in the house now, so she called him softly, slowly and patiently.
"Who is Fu Yanye?"
"My husband."
Zhuo Jian thought for a while, fearing that he would make trouble again, so she directly gave him the answer he wanted.
"Humph, you are smart."
He suddenly seemed very angry.
Looking at him like that, Zhuo Jian just thought, well, a little...
Angry and funny.
"Are you hungry or not? I won't stop and cook for you later."
"Oh, you want to stay all night?"
"wrong."
"Um?"
"I want to die of exhaustion."
"..."
Zhuo Jian thought she knew him, but unexpectedly, she was still shocked by him.