Liang Zhihuan followed Fu Ang to a place she had never been to before. It looked like a private club.
"What's wrong with the legs?" Fu Ang asked, noticing Liang Zhihuan's slightly awkward walking posture.
She subconsciously shrank her legs and said, "It's nothing."
Fu Ang stared at Liang Zhihuan's legs. Although she deliberately covered it up, but——
After the two of them went in, Liang Zhihuan made sure that Fu Ang had not lied to her. There was indeed everything here, including drinks and entertainment.
"Are you satisfied?" Fu Ang asked looking at Liang Zhihuan who was very interested in wine.
"Um."
Although there is a lot of drinking and playing here, it is obvious that the little girl is more interested in drinking than playing around at the moment.
She is in a bad mood.
Fu Ang saw through it at a glance.
and--
"Don't you want to have fun? What's the point of just drinking?" Fu Ang said when Liang Zhihuan was about to pour another drink.
Liang Zhihuan turned his head and looked sideways. Fu Ang raised his chin and looked at the two sifting cups on the disposal table not far away, "Let's play a few games."
Liang Zhihuan agreed without thinking, and Fu Ang quickly asked her to help him get the sieve cup. Unexpectedly, she just stood up and took two or three steps, when her wrist suddenly sank.
She didn't realize that he had been pulled over, and she stumbled to sit next to the man, "Mr. Fu?"
"What are you doing?!" Liang Zhihuan excitedly pressed Fu Ang's hand.
With a little force on his fingertips, Fu Ang pushed aside her obstruction and rolled up her loose trouser legs. The man's white calves came into view, accompanied by obvious red marks on her calves.
"How did you do it?" the man asked in a low voice.
Liang Zhihuan frowned and refused to say more, "This has nothing to do with Mr. Fu."
"Who did it?" Fu Ang asked insistently.
"I bumped into it accidentally." Liang Zhihuan still refused to say anything. For her, although Fu Ang was already her fiancé, there was no relationship between them. She had no responsibility or obligation to tell him these things.
Fu Angding looked at Liang Zhihuan who was stubborn and persisted and didn't force it anymore, but he had no intention of letting go. He reached out and took out two vials and cotton swabs from the drawer of the coffee table next to the sofa, and was about to apply medicine to her.
"No need to trouble Mr. Fu."
"Don't move." The man's voice was low with a hint of displeasure, and the eyes that met Liang Zhihuan were even sharper, not allowing her to refuse.
"Hiss--it hurts--" The coolness of the ointment made her cry out.
Fu Ang glanced out of the corner of his eye, and his movements became a little gentler.
Liang Zhihuan raised his eyes and touched the man's profile reflected in the light.
Fu Ang is really good-looking, with a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and thin lips that are just right. Liang Zhihuan then thought about it, if it weren't for his disabled legs, Haicheng would probably have more girls trying to marry him.
"The last time I saw you at home, your forehead was injured. It was accidentally hit. This time it was accidentally hit again. You have made a lot of mistakes." Fu Ang lowered his eyes and said while taking medicine.
Liang Zhihuan pursed his lips and remained silent. After taking the medicine, Liang Zhihuan retracted his legs and glanced at the table, "Mr. Fu, don't you want to play with the sieve?"
Fu Yang raised his eyebrows. Each of them had a sieve cup and started playing.
There are just a few ways to play the sifting cup. The two people compare the size of the points. This is a game based on luck. She doesn't know what happened today. She played several games and only lost one.
The loser will be punished with drinking, and Liang Zhihuan's drunkenness lies in those drinks. She keeps winning, and all the opportunities to drink fall to Fu Ang.