Zhuo Jian stood at the door of the bedroom and looked at him, watching him carrying a convenience bag, approaching her little by little, looking at her with a smile, touching her cheek with his hand, and said: "Wife, I'll take you
go home."
"You are thinking too much."
Zhuo Jian was a little unhappy that he broke in without permission.
"It's your choice how to go."
Fu Yanye was still smiling, but he threw the convenience bag on the ground.
Zhuo Jian glanced at the ground subconsciously, and then...
rope?
Oh!
Zhuo Jian's heartbeat accelerated for a few seconds, and then he slowly raised his head.
"I'm a little scared."
When she looked at Fu Yanye with clear eyes, she smiled gently and obediently.
I was a little scared of that sound, it was too light, too soft, too coquettish and too pretentious.
Fu Yanye was fascinated for a moment. He thought he must be drunk, otherwise how could he see her such a gentle and lovely smile.
His hand gently held her chin, lowering his head so that he could be closer to her so that he could see her.
He said: "Are you smiling at me?"
"How much did you drink? Is Wang Yinuo that good?"
Zhuo Jian looked at him gently and asked.
"Wang Yinuo? Who?"
Fu Yanye questioned, unable to think of such a person in his mind.
Zhuo Jian's heart ached, and she raised her hand to hold his face: "So, who did you drink with?"
"Su Bai and Yan Zheng, Su Bai threatened to take you away, I agreed, but the condition is that he has to drink me down first."
Fu Yanye laughed, his phoenix eyes half-lidded but shining brightly.
"It must be Brother Su Bai who got drunk first?"
"Well, you are not allowed to call him Brother Su Bai."
As soon as Zhuo Jian finished asking, Fu Yanye nodded and raised his hand to stop her mouth.
Regardless of whether she is angry or not, she always speaks in a gentle and gentle manner, and calling her brother again makes people upset.
That's what he thought.
Zhuo Jian took his hand away from his mouth, still looking at him: "Shall we go sit back on the sofa first?"
"No, go to the bedroom."
He raised his eyes and looked behind her.
"My son is asleep. If you go in, you will disturb him. Be good."
Zhuo Jian coaxed him towards the sofa.
Fu Yanye kept looking down at her, she must have thought he was drunk.
As soon as Zhuo Jian raised her eyes to look at him, he looked extremely drunk. He sat on the sofa and leaned against her.
Zhuo Jian turned to look at him, raised her hand and touched his face gently: "Would you like some more? We haven't had a drink alone in a while."
"Can."
Fu Yanye thought of her appearance after drinking, nodded slowly, then looked up at her, "Kiss me first."
Zhuo Jian's heart trembled, and she looked at him for a few seconds before gently kissing his forehead.
But as soon as her lips landed on his forehead, she forgot to leave.
Since the divorce, she has always behaved very coldly and heartlessly, and she even thought that was it.
I no longer want to be an affectionate person, thinking that as long as I work hard to live a good life, have a good relationship with the elders of the Fu family's old house and see my son often, as for him...
What's past is past.
When I am about to turn twenty-five, it seems that I am not as eager for emotional matters as I used to be.
But when she met him, all her previous self-confidence seemed to be shattered.
She kissed his forehead gently, her eyes blurred unconsciously.
After a long time, she went to get the wine and prepared two wine glasses.
Fu Yanye slumped on the sofa, staring at the wine she poured with his dark eyes, and then turned to look at her.
Zhuo Jian picked up their drinks and brought one to him.
He sat up again, turned to look at her, and asked her, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"How can I get you drunk if I have such a bad ability to drink?"
Zhuo Jian asked him.
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."
Her hand gently rubbed his heart, and her face was pressed 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. There was a flash of sharpness in his eyes. Then he took his beautiful crystal cup and poured half a cup of hot water into it. Then he found the honey bottle, Motivation
Unscrew it and take out a tablespoon of honey from inside.
While she was stirring, someone suddenly blocked her from behind. This chapter has been completed!