Fu Yanye looked at her deeply for a while, and then smiled lightly: "That's right, your ability to drink is really bad."
Zhuo Jian smiled and gently clinked his glass with him.
Fu Yanye's warm fingers suddenly pinched her hand holding the wine glass.
Zhuo Jian looked at him.
"Hand over the cup."
"..."
Fu Yanye pulled her hand into his arm.
Zhuo Jian watched him drink and didn't forget to remind her. She had no choice but to bring the wine glass to her.
But after just one drink, Fu Yanye pushed her down on the sofa again: "I think about it."
I don't hide my intentions at all.
Zhuo Jian thought to herself, didn't you say you can't do it when you're drunk?
But what?
"The wine is not finished yet."
Zhuo Jian raised her hand and gently pressed his lips, reminding him softly.
Fu Yanye immediately held her soft hand and moved it directly to his heart for her to caress.
He whispered against her heart: "Baby, it hurts here."
There were tears streaming down the corners of Zhuo Jian's eyes, but she quickly looked down at him and whispered: "Do you want me to rub it for you?"
"Um."
"Then sit down."
Zhuo Jian sat up with him, Fu Yanye held her in his arms and whispered: "Sit down, let's get started."
She gently rubbed his heart with her hand and pressed her face against his. For a long time, her mind recalled the time when the two of them were good, when they would often cling to each other like this.
Fu Yanye looked down at her, his drunken eyes filled with thoughts.
She was not so honest before.
Just rub it on his heart and it will spread to other places.
Fu Yanye called her hoarsely: "Wife."
Zhuo Jian came back to her senses, looked up at him with a smile, "Huh?"
"I miss you."
He confessed.
Zhuo Jian smiled: "Is that so? Husband, we just haven't divorced, right?"
Fu Yanye looked at her cute and cute appearance with his deep black eyes, and suddenly smiled, "Yeah."
"So, you found someone to make the divorce certificate and those videos?"
Zhuo Jian lay on his heart and asked him, raising her head like a little girl admiring him.
"Um."
"Wow! My husband is amazing."
Zhuo Jian laughed and praised him.
Fu Yanye smiled, "How can I really get divorced? You forgot what I said. In this life, there is only..."
"Only widowed, not divorced."
Zhuo Jian took over what he wanted her to say.
"My memory is really good, I'll give you one as a reward."
He went to kiss her again, but she cleverly avoided his entanglement once, then leaned forward to pour him another glass of wine and said to him, "Drink first."
Fu Yanye took the wine glass and looked at her puzzled, "What about you?"
"Me? Go to the kitchen and make you a cup of honey water. Too much wine will hurt your stomach."
Zhuo Jian coaxed him hard and kissed him on the face before leaving.
Fu Yanye watched her go to the kitchen with a wine glass in hand, then leaned on the sofa and couldn't help but smile.
It seems that the trick works.
Fu Yanye continued to drink, and suddenly felt that the taste of the wine was not very good.
He turned his head and looked at the rope at the bedroom door, feeling better.
After Zhuo Jian went to the kitchen, he quietly looked out and saw that he was drinking. His eyes flashed with sharpness. Then he took his beautiful crystal cup and poured half a cup of hot water into it. Then he found the honey bottle.
Unscrew it and take out a tablespoon of honey from inside.
While she was stirring, someone suddenly blocked her from behind.