Fu Chengyuan threw her into the passenger seat angrily, stretched out his hand to help her fasten her seat belt, and said in a harsh tone: "What's the matter with you? You were full of energy on the phone, and you came here drunk in the blink of an eye. Why didn't I see you before?"

You have never been so decadent."

When he leaned down to pull the seat belt, the two of them were very close to each other.

Shi Sangluo woke up a little from the wine and pushed him away slightly: "Don't get so close."

Fu Chengyuan was pushed back half a step by her, sneered and folded his arms, watching her fumble for a long time without finding the seat belt socket, he couldn't help laughing at her: "Can you do it?"

Shi Sangluo was stunned for a moment, immediately loosened his seat belt, and held the door to get out of the car.

But she was so dizzy that she couldn't stand still and almost fell down. Fu Chengyuan helped her and she fell back heavily.

The bartender hurriedly chased him out: "Mr. Fu Yanyan! This lady's mobile phone was left on the bar!"

Fu Chengyuan took it, thanked him, and then asked: "She was alone when she came today?"

"Yeah," the bartender said, "I drank when I came here and didn't talk. I looked like I was heartbroken."

"Lovelorn?"

"Well, before you came, she was crying very sadly and kept saying...'I miss you so much'."

When Fu Chengyuan heard this sentence, the corners of his lips raised slightly unnaturally.

Looking back at her, there were still tears in the corners of her eyes, and she looked very depressed, with her eyes closed and half-drowsed.

"What else did she say?"

"I didn't hear the rest very clearly. It sounded vaguely like, 'Why don't you come and see me?' and... Oh, and 'You're so cruel.'"

Fu Chengyuan held her mobile phone in his hand and played with it gently. When he looked at her, there was a smile in his eyes: "Is there anything else?"

“I really can’t hear the rest clearly.”

Fu Chengyuan didn't pursue it any further. He was quite satisfied, "Thank you. I'll pay for whatever she consumed today."

After paying the bill, Fu Chengyuan graciously gave the bartender an extra tip. The bartender was overjoyed: "Thank you, Mr. Fu Yanyan!"

Fu Chengyuan was still a little reluctant to the name, so he waved his hand and asked the bartender to go back.

He walked over, grabbed her hand, and unlocked the phone with his fingerprint.

The little hand in his palm was slender and soft. He rubbed it twice before letting go.

In these years, she has never touched his mobile phone, and Fu Chengyuan has no interest in a secretary's mobile phone.

But today he really wanted to see why the note given to him was Fu Yan.

So what is Yewo?

Leaf nose?

Let him down.

Except for him, everyone else has their full names and surnames.

Even Yu Jie is not called "best friend" or "sister", just the two words "Yu Jie".

The only thing special about him is his eyes.

He walked over and gently pushed her awake: "Why did you call me Fu Yanyan?"

Shi Sangluo was pushed awake by him, frowning in discomfort, his stomach churning, "What?"

"Let me ask you, why did you give me this name?"

He raised the phone in front of her and let her see the page of his address book clearly.

Shi Sangluo seemed to try hard to distinguish, and then looked at him.

To be precise, she looked into his eyes.

Her eyes went from being hazy at first to becoming somewhat ethereal, as if she wanted to see into his soul: "Your eyes..."

"What's wrong with my eyes?"

Didi didi——

There were cars coming and going in front of the bar, but his car was parked there for a long time. The cars behind him were stuck in a long line, honking their horns to urge him.

Fu Chengyuan threw her cell phone back into her arms, forcibly tied her with a seat belt, and then drove away.

But Shi Sangluo's condition didn't seem to be good. He was dizzy and nauseous, and he couldn't bear it even more when he was in the car. He kept tapping the car window to ask him to stop.

Fu Chengyuan found a place with few people and pulled over. Shi Sangluo opened the car door and ran out, vomiting all over the place.

She really drank a lot and vomited until there was nothing left to vomit. She could only squat on the roadside and gasp in pain.

Fu Chengyuan walked over and, holding back his displeasure, patted her back and said, "Are you feeling better?"

Shi Sangluo stood up slowly while holding on to the street tree beside her. After vomiting, she felt slightly better and had the energy to think about other things: "Aren't you supposed to be with Feng Ying? Why did you come here?"

Is it here?"

"The bartender called me and said that if no one comes, you will drink yourself to death. In line with the idea that saving one life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, I took time out of my busy schedule to come here."

Shi Sangluo rubbed his swollen temples, "I'm really sorry for delaying your good work."

"Then how are you going to make up for it?"

Shi Sangluo covered Kongluoluo's twisting and struggling stomach. When he raised his head, he still couldn't straighten up: "Divorce as soon as possible?"

Fu Chengyuan's expression changed slightly: "Secretary Shi, it would be pointless to do it again."

"I don't understand, what did I do?"
Chapter completed!