It's almost twelve o'clock now. Why bother the sleeping people to drive in by themselves?
And it wouldn't be better to sneak in at this time?
But Fu Yanye said seriously: "Knock on the door."
"What should I do if she sleeps?"
Ask him seriously.
Fu Yanye looked at him, full of helplessness.
Yan Zheng had to ring the doorbell.
"Fu Yanye? Brother Yan Zheng?"
Suddenly, a very gentle and familiar voice came from one side. Yan Zheng subconsciously looked down the steps, while Fu Yan Ye suddenly leaned towards Yan Zheng next to him. When Yan Zheng looked at him in shock, he slowly turned around.
, "Hey, my wife."
Fu Yanye was immediately drunk, but as soon as he called his wife, he saw that there was another person behind his wife, and immediately became unhappy.
"Why are you two here so late?"
Zhuo Jian walked up and asked them.
"Ah, that, Yan Ye has drunk too much."
"I didn't drink too much."
Fu Yanye suddenly stood up and looked like he was drunk and crazy.
Zhuo Jian looked at him, and did not speak to him when he smelled the smell of wine on his body. He just said to Yan Zheng: "But Brother Yan Zheng, you should send him back to Shengyuan, or ask Brother Rui to pick him up.
"He yelled to find you, and I can't do anything about it. You... have you gone out so late?"
Yan Zheng also saw the person standing at the corner downstairs.
Zhuo Jian then looked down, "Why are you still here? Li Jing is waiting for you in the car?"
Zhuang Mingli was even more angry. Two big men were at her door in the middle of the night, especially Fu Yanye, who saw that he was drinking some wine to find Zhuo Jian...
Well, if a man finds a woman in this situation, he will only do one thing.
Zhuang Mingli thought for a while, "Why don't you go with me? Li Jing doesn't seem to feel comfortable. You go and take care of her overnight."
"ah?"
Zhuo Jian was stunned. She recalled carefully and didn't realize that Li Jing was uncomfortable, she just drank two more glasses.
"You are not allowed to go anywhere, I think you are almost dying."
Fu Yanye suddenly hugged her shoulder and pulled her into his arms. His drunken eyes were even more irresistible.
Yan Zheng gently raised his voice, "Then I'll go back first, Zhong Mai is still waiting for me at home, A Jian, take good care of your husband."
"good."
Zhuo Jian thought that Yan Zheng should have accompanied Zhong Mai so late, so he quickly agreed to let him rest assured.
Yan walked to the corner and politely said to Zhuang Mingli: "Let's go, Mr. Zhuang, don't disturb the couple's sleep."
Zhuang Mingli: "..."
Zhuo Jian opened the door and took Fu Yanye in. For two seconds, she doubted who had just opened the door, because she was a little further away from the door.
But he was too heavy, so she didn't have time to open the door anymore, so she just turned to look at him, "You stand up."
"Dizziness."
He pillowed on her shoulders.
"I'll be dizzy if you do this, you're so heavy."
Zhuo Jian said.
Fu Yanye immediately stood up, put his hands in his pockets and stood in front of her with a cool look, and then his eyes gradually became resentful, "Why are you outside with him so late?"
"Where are you? Why are you drinking again?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him and asked.
"You answer me first."
"You answer me first."
Both of them refused to give in.
Then Fu Yanye gave up first and replied to her: "It's uncomfortable."
"It's not time to see a doctor."
“It’s so uncomfortable here.”
He suddenly touched his depressed heart, and seeing her appearance, he felt a little sad that the eldest son was reluctant to do anything and love.
"It's even more time to see a doctor when I feel uncomfortable here. I'll call Brother Rui and ask him to send someone to pick you up."
Zhuo Jian took his cell phone to call Wang Rui, but before she could call her, Fu Yanye stepped forward, grabbed her cell phone directly, and then walked to the sofa and lay down consciously, "I'm here."
Take a break, sober up and leave.”
Zhuo Jian: "…"
It’s okay to sober up and leave, but don’t hold her cell phone.
Zhuo Jian walked to the sofa and reached out: "Fu Yanye, return my phone to me."
"I don't."
"Why?"
"I'm afraid you call that person."
Fu Yanye kicked her cell phone into her arms, lying on her sofa and muttered.
Zhuo Jian opened his mouth but didn't say anything.
Why does he look like an angry young wife?
"You should give me your phone back. I won't be talking to Zhuang Mingli on the phone. It's Li Jing who asked me out."
Zhuo Jian explained.
Fu Yanye suddenly opened his clothes, "Then you can get it yourself."
“…”
Zhuo Jian looked at him speechlessly, but was lazy to argue with him. He bent over to get his cell phone, but Fu Yanye suddenly hugged her hand.
Zhuo Jian's hand was still in his chest and asked him in surprise, "What are you going to do?"
"itch."
He said one word.
Zhuo Jian advised herself to endure it and not to be as knowledgeable as a drunk, and then said, "If it doesn't itch, let go."
"It's still itchy."
Fu Yanye stared at her.
Zhuo Jian bent down and maintained this position for more than a minute and got tired, so he had to ask him with no temper: "Is it still itchy now?"
"Um."
He lay there staring at her, only to feel that he was dying.
How did he stay awake while drinking and not pull her into his arms?
He is Fu Yanye. Shouldn’t he just find an excuse to reach his goal?
"My arms are about to break."
Zhuo Jian frowned and reminded him a little annoyed.
Fu Yanye patted the side with his idle hands and said, "Sit down."
Zhuo Jian thought of the two of them overlapping on the sofa on weekdays, and was immediately alert, "Fu Yanye, please let go of me, I'm really angry."
"I'm angry, too."
He suddenly hugged his chest and refused to let go.
"Why are you angry?"
She was the one who was holding her hands.
Her wrists to the tips of her fingers are now hot and numb.
"I'm angry that you don't even let me eat with you for a meal, but you're scattering with other men all day long."
"That's not a fool."
Zhuo Jian immediately refuted.
"What's wrong with being fooled? That kid likes you."
Fu Yanye felt even more uncomfortable.
"You really want to know what we are going to do?"
“…”
Fu Yanye was actually frightened by her question mark.
Zhuo Jian suddenly smiled, sat next to him and turned it hard, so that he would not be so tired, and then looked at him with a wicked smile and said, "Let's go talk about the divorce."
“…”
Fu Yanye was silent, but now he was both aggrieved and angry.
"You asked me to say it yourself, not I want to say it."
Zhuo Jian didn't want him to rely on her. He was too good at blaming her. No matter what, it was all blamed.
But this time, he just stared at her like a big boy who had suffered a lot of grievances, without saying a word.
Zhuo Jian was even a little guilty and scared when he was staring at her. She touched her cell phone and wanted to quickly withdraw her hand, but her arm suddenly hurt. After a moment of dizziness, she was trapped in the sofa.