Fu Pei didn't say anything, and just let Qin Zishu carry it, just caring about bringing the wine to his mouth.

Qin Zishu raised his hand and knocked the wine bottle to the ground, cursing: "Drink, you know how to drink it, why don't you die?"

After a while, Fu Pei finally shouted a word hoarsely: "Wine!"

Seeing him like this, Qin Zishu felt mixed feelings and let go of him directly to the ground.

Then, he turned around and rushed into the bathroom, fed a bucket of water, poured it all on Fu Pei, and smashed it hard.

"Fu Pei, are you awake?

Do you know what it means to be late and affection is cheaper than grass?

Do you think Wanwan will forgive you like this?"

Fu Pei looked at him mutely, reached out to wipe the water from his face, and grinned, as if he was a madman.

Qin Zishu frowned and turned his head to order, "Awei, give me a bucket of ice water."

"yes."

After a while, Awei walked in with a bucket of ice-filled water.

Without thinking, Qin Zishu snatched the bucket and fell down from Fu Pei's head, causing him to get cold from his head to his feet.

The biting cold made Fu Pei shiver, and his dull eyes changed.

Qin Zishu handed the bucket to Awei: "Go again."

After pouring five buckets down, Fu Pei's face turned pale and he sat in the water and shivered.

"Are you awake? If you don't wake up again, I will continue to fall until you wake up."

Suddenly, Fu Pei looked up, staring at him with black eyes, trembling, and asked word by word: "Did she mention me when you went to prison last time to see her?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Zishu was stunned for a moment and shook his head: "No."

Fu Pei's pupils dilated, and he trembled and got up from the ground, his lips turned white and bloodless, but his eyes became much colder.

"Really not? Not a single word?"

"I told Wanwan that you were awake and didn't plan to sue her."

Fu Pei looked at Qin Zishu with anticipation, but Qin Zishu's next sentence was: "She did not respond to me, but changed the subject and asked Ye Duoer about his life and death."

Fu Pei's eyes dimmed again.

Disappointment? Or despair?

"That was the last time I saw her, but she didn't mention you in a word. Fu Pei, it was you who made Wanwan despair. All this was your own fault."

Qin Zishu glanced at him: "If Wei Chong hadn't come to beg me, I'll tell you that even if you die, I wouldn't attend your funeral."

But I would like to advise you not to die so easily. I don’t want Wanwan to face you even when she goes to the underworld!”

After saying that, Qin Zishu only left a sentence, "You should do it yourself," and turned around and left.

After Qin Zishu left, Fu Pei fell to the ground and fainted.

Seventeen years of love and entanglement have ended up having nothing.

It's a waste of time after all.

......

Four years later, M country.

A woman in a gouache dress was carefully drawing designs under the sun at the table in front of the floor-to-ceiling window.

Suddenly, the door was pushed open.

"Mr. Jiang, someone is looking for you on the front line of the phone."

"Didn't I say, don't bother me when I draw pictures?"

The assistant was a little anxious: "It was Mr. Su who called him."

Hearing this, Lin Wanwan put down the pen in her hand, got up and walked to the desk, and picked up the phone: "Nannuan, what's the matter?"

"Jianghu is urgent."

As soon as she heard Su Jinuan acted coquettishly on the phone, she knew that Su Jinuan must have been forced to go on a blind date by her biological mother again.

"Jiangjiang, my mother is really dead. She is not in M ​​Country, but there are many blind dates. This time she directly threatened me. If I don't go, she will jump off the building live broadcast for me."

Lin Wanwan was a little helpless: "What do you want me to help you?"
Chapter completed!