"Of course I have to continue, I want to drink you, the bad woman."
Zhao Ran said as she held a wine glass and drank with her.
Each of them had twenty glasses of wine, both of which were small cups, but wine was definitely a good wine.
When the four wine glasses were left, Zhao Ran could no longer see clearly, and of course, Zhuo Jian could not see clearly either.
"Why aren't you drunk yet? They also said that you don't have a good alcohol tolerance, you liar, you are a liar, a bad woman."
Zhao Ran was angry, got up with difficulty and rushed towards her.
Zhuo Jian was barely awake, but in fact he didn't dare to move around. When Zhao Ran rushed over, she began to dizzy when she raised her eyes.
Then I suddenly didn't know where I went.
Zhao Ran pounced on the place where she had just sat.
And she was dazzled and felt like she was in the familiar embrace.
Fu Yanye looked at her coldly in his dark eyes.
Zhuo Jian felt that he was dissatisfied.
Dissatisfied with her poor wine taste?
Or are you dissatisfied with her not drunk?
She should have told him in advance that she could not hear the child from Zhao Ran's mouth, and that she would die in the battlefield as soon as she heard her.
"Brother Yan Ye, why do you want to hug her? Let go of her, this bad woman, she is a liar, she lives in the same house with other men for more than a year, Brother Yan Ye, aren't you obsessed with cleanliness?
You can let go of her, she is so dirty."
When Zhao Ran saw Fu Yanye holding Zhuo Jian, she immediately wanted to pull it away, but before she could touch her, Zhong Mai had already hugged her from behind, and she could only wave her hands.
Fu Yanye stood up with Zhuo Jian in his arms: "Let's go first."
Zhuo Jian no longer had the strength to struggle, and leaned in his arms wholeheartedly.
"You let go of me, Brother Yan Ye, Brother Yan Ye."
Zhao Ran waved his hand and cried as Fu Yanye and Zhuo Jian left.
"Ancestor, be more aware, they have a wife."
"Brother Yan Ye won't like her fucking woman. Why does Brother Yan Ye want this?"
Zhao Ran suddenly stopped and fluttered, murmuring sadly.
"how?"
Zhong Mai asked curiously.
"He said that if I pester him again, he would make my brother's company bankrupt. Aren't they good friends? How could he do that?"
Zhao Ran looked at Zhong Mai sadly, looking completely disbelieving.
“…”
Zhong Mai was really surprised. How could Fu Yanye threaten a little girl like this?
Su Bai and Yan Zhengze felt that this was something Fu Yanye could do.
What kind of brotherhood can Fu Yanye have for Zhao Lin?
It’s just that when I was a child, I played with them several times. If I had a good relationship, of course, the three brothers were the best. Later, the seniority was ranked, and Zhao Lin was ranked very far.
If Zhao Ran is not entangled, then Zhao Lin can still be ranked. After all, everyone is in the same city, and Zhao Lin calls them brother, but if Zhao Ran continues to make trouble like this, Su Bai and Yan Zheng feel that it is very likely that she will be defeated.
My brother ruined it.
Zhang Mingmei lit a cigarette and smoked, turned to look at her: "Why did he treat you like this, don't you know why he treats you like this? He doesn't love you. If a man doesn't love a woman, it's possible to kill her.
”
"Then why didn't he kill Zhuo Jian?"
Zhao Ran was aroused by Zhang Mingmei and started yelling.
"So, it's you who are not loved, not Zhuo Jian. You are overestimating yourself. You think you can seduce a married man because you are young? No matter how strong the couple quarrels, their relationship is good. Think about it carefully.
you."
After Zhang Mingmei said that, she got up and greeted Zhong Mai when she left, "Maizi, you have a headache, I'll go upstairs first."
Zhong Mai said ok. Looking at Zhao Ran again, she was even more sad. She leaned against the back of the sofa and kept crying, no longer humming.
Fu Yanye brought Zhuo Jian out of Fanxing.
The loud music gradually moved away, and then she felt a gust of cold wind blowing on her body.
But soon, I entered a warm place again.
Her eyes were barely open, and she was about to fall to the side as soon as she was put into the car.
Fu Yanye sat in and pulled her back and dragged her back into his arms.
Zhuo Jian leaned on him steadily, no longer as Leng Zhi as he had just had a drink with Zhao Ran, and muttered decadently: "Are you angry?"
Fu Yanye looked down at her, "Do you still know I'm going to be angry?"
"Then you go find her."
The words I said were a little sour.
It was clear that she didn't care.
It's right if you don't care.
She has long stopped loving him.
Fu Yanye looked down at her: "You really want me to find her?"
Zhuo Jian didn't know why, but he reached out to hook his neck lazily, and lay in his arms and his eyes gradually couldn't open. He wanted to answer him, but he was already drowsy.
"Zhuo Jian?"
"Um?"
But she could hear it, and she could hear him calling her.
Fu Yanye knew that she was really drunk too much. People who were not good at drinking had not touched wine for a long time and would definitely get drunk.
He raised his eyes and looked ahead: "Passing by the pharmacy to buy some sobering medicine."
"yes."
Wang Rui, who was driving in front, agreed.
Later, Wang Rui went to buy sobering medicine, and the two of them sat behind him. Her hands were no longer hung around his neck, but placed them on his waist and hugged him.
Fu Yanye looked down, wondering why she did this.
If it were before, he would definitely be very happy and excited.
He would definitely think that she loved him, so he would unconsciously get close to him.
But now...
She no longer loves him, why did she do this?
Treat him as a pillow?
"Fu Yanye."
She murmured his name in her drunken dream.
He murmured his name like countless nights without him.
Fu Yanye felt a little nervous and looked down at her again.
"Fu Yanye, don't look for other women."
“…”
"Don't find a stepmother for your son."
“…”
He knew how could she be because she was reluctant to leave him, even dreaming for her son.
Fu Yanye turned his head and looked out the window. When he saw Wang Rui coming out, he opened the car window and found that he was breathable.
I don’t know when it snowed outside, but he said in his heart: “Jian Jian, it’s snowing outside.”
"It's your favorite snowy night."
Fu Yanye murmured in his heart, but his mouth did not move.
Suddenly, when she was a child, the snow was always so thick at that time. She ran out of her home wearing pink snow boots, happily holding her hands and circling around.
She grew up in a honeypot, and she always smiled so innocently, as if all the sorrows of time had nothing to do with her.
Later when he returned to Shengyuan, he patted her on the face and whispered to her: "Zhuo Jian, wake up."
She couldn't wake up, and was tired in his arms, so she turned her head and wanted to change positions. Then she hung her upper body on his legs and hugged her in time, and fell down below and knelt down.
She was pulled on her waist and hummed in pain, then raised her head crying and complained in a pity: "Fu Yanye, you hurt me."
"Where did you hurt?"
Fu Yanye looked at her drunken eyes and asked after a few seconds.
The originally quiet carriage suddenly started to make a noise, and she pointed at herself, "Here, here, here, here, it hurts so much."
"Is there anything else?"
Fu Yanye continued to ask, looking at her pitiful look that she was about to cry.
Zhuo Jian's eyes moved, and he touched himself for a while, then suddenly touched his heart. She lowered her head and looked at her heart with some confusion.