Zhuo Jian stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at him. She saw him carrying a convenience bag and approaching her little by little. He looked at her with a smile, touched her cheek with his hand and said, "Wife, I'll take you there."
go home."
"You think too much."
Zhuo Jian was a little unhappy that he broke in without permission.
"It's your choice how to go."
Fu Yanye was still smiling, but he threw the convenience bag on the ground.
Zhuo Jian glanced at the ground subconsciously, and then...
rope?
Ah!
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat accelerated for a few seconds, and then he slowly raised his head.
"I am a little scared."
When she looked at Fu Yanye with clear eyes, she smiled softly and obediently.
I was a little scared of that sound, it was too light, too soft, too coquettish and too pretentious.
Fu Yanye was fascinated for a moment. He thought he must be drunk, otherwise how could he see her such a gentle and lovely smile.
His hand gently held her chin, and he lowered his head to get closer to her so that he could see her.
He said: "Are you smiling at me?"
"How much did you drink? Is Wang Yinuo that good?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him gently and asked.
"Wang Yinuo? Who?"
Fu Yanye questioned, unable to think of such a person in his mind.
Zhuo Jian's heart ached, and she raised her hand to hold his face: "So, who did you drink with?"
"Su Bai and Yan Zheng, Su Bai threatened to take you away, I agreed, but the condition is that he has to drink me down first."
Fu Yanye laughed, his phoenix eyes half-lidded but shining brightly.
"It must be Brother Su Bai who got drunk first?"
"Well, you are not allowed to call him Brother Su Bai."
As soon as Zhuo Jian finished asking, Fu Yanye nodded and raised his hand to stop her mouth.
Regardless of whether she is angry or not, she always speaks in a gentle and gentle manner, and calling her brother again makes people upset.
That's what he thought.
Zhuo Jian took his hand away from his mouth, still looking at him: "Shall we go sit back on the sofa first?"
"No, go to the bedroom."
He raised his eyes and looked behind her.
"My son is asleep. If you go in, you will disturb him. Be good."
Zhuo Jian coaxed him towards the sofa.
Fu Yanye kept looking down at her, she must have thought he was drunk.
As soon as Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, he looked extremely drunk. He sat on the sofa and leaned against her.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, raised her hand and touched his face gently: "Would you like some more? We haven't had a drink alone in a while."
"Can."
Fu Yanye thought of her appearance after drinking, nodded slowly, then looked up at her, "Kiss me first."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she looked at him for a few seconds before gently kissing his forehead.
But as soon as her lips landed on his forehead, she forgot to leave.
Since the divorce, she has always behaved very coldly and heartlessly, and she even thought that was it.
I no longer want to be an affectionate person, thinking that as long as I work hard to live a good life, have a good relationship with the elders of the Fu family's old house and see my son often, as for him...
What's past is past.
When I am about to turn twenty-five, it seems that I am not as eager for emotional matters as I used to be.
But when she met him, all her previous self-confidence seemed to be shattered.
She kissed his forehead gently, her eyes blurred unconsciously.
After a long time, she went to get the wine and prepared two wine glasses.
Fu Yanye slumped on the sofa, staring at the wine she poured with his dark eyes, and then turned to look at her.
Zhuo Jian picked up their drinks and brought one to him.
He sat up again, turned to look at her, and asked her, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"How can I get you drunk if I have such a bad ability to drink?"
