Fu Yunzhao looked at Liang Zhihuan and was stunned for a moment, then explained a few words in a warm voice.
"Brother-in-law, that young lady just now was leaning on you like this," Liang Zhihuan leaned forward slightly, "That young lady likes my brother-in-law, right? What about my brother-in-law, does he also like her?"
Fu Yunzhao frowned, "Zhihuan, don't talk nonsense."
"Is this nonsense? Is it possible that my brother-in-law is feeling guilty?" Liang Zhihuan pressed forward step by step.
Fu Yunzhao has always been good-tempered, but at this moment he was offended by Liang Zhihuan's words, "Xiao Ang needs people around him, let's go." Fu Yunzhao said.
"What are you running from, brother-in-law? Brother-in-law, how would your sister feel if she knew about it? The makeup smell on my brother-in-law smells really bad. My sister must not like it very much."
Liang Zhihuan's face was clear and innocent, but his words were pressing and sharp.
"Zhihuan!" Looking at Liang Zhihuan who was approaching with disgust, Fu Yunzhao's expression became serious, and he subconsciously grabbed the little girl's hand with his big hand. However, he did not want to use too much force, causing the little girl to almost fall.
Liang Zhihuan also didn't expect that Fu Yunzhao would be so embarrassed that he staggered.
"Zhihuan!"
Fu Yunzhao pulled Liang Zhihuan back to him in time to prevent her from hitting the sharp corner of the table nearby.
The extremely close distance between the two made Liang Zhihuan more clearly smell the fragrance of the woman's powder lingering around Fu Yunzhao's body, and disgust surged up. She stretched out her hand and pushed Fu Yunzhao away.
"Are you hurt?" Fu Yunzhao asked.
"It's okay." Liang Zhihuan responded lightly. As soon as he finished speaking, he heard movement at the door. After a while, he saw Fu Ang coming in a wheelchair.
Fu Ang's eyes stayed on the two of them for a moment, then he went straight to Liang Zhihuan, "I thought you had gone somewhere, but you are here with your elder brother."
Liang Zhihuan glanced at Fu Yunzhao from the corner of his eye, half-smiling but not smiling, "I felt a little dizzy after drinking, so I came out to enjoy some fresh air. Unexpectedly, my eldest brother happened to be here too, so we chatted for a few words."
"Really, are you done talking now?" Fu Ang whispered softly with his thin lips, and then looked at Fu Yunzhao, "It's almost gone outside."
Fu Ang was in frail health, and this dinner was just a formality. Fu Yunzhao stepped forward and held both sides of the wheelchair, "Go back."
The three of them left the hotel together.
Fu Yunzhao was sitting in the passenger seat, while Liang Zhihuan and Fu Ang were in the back seat, one on the left and one on the right, looking at each other.
The cool moonlight outside the window reflects on the person standing by the window.
Liang Zhihuan lowered his eyes, his eyes full of emotions, and did not notice the man who had appeared behind him for a long time.
"What are you thinking about?"
Liang Zhihuan suddenly came back to his senses and was a little frightened when he saw Fu Ang appearing behind him at some point, "You've finished washing."
Fu Angding looked at Liang Zhihuan, "You have been standing here with a gloomy face. What are you thinking about?"
Liang Zhihuan smiled lightly and shook her head. She had no intention of explaining more. She looked at the clock on the wall and said, "It's getting late." After that, she walked towards the bed.
Fu Ang slowly withdrew his eyes and did not ask any further questions, but he took in her every move and thought.
Late at night, Liang Zhihuan couldn't sleep for a long time, and he kept thinking about those things in his mind.
suddenly!
"Fu Ang? What are you doing?"
Fu Ang's sudden approach made Liang Zhihuan subconsciously want to avoid him, but he didn't want to be held by his hand. The two were so close that they could even hear each other's breathing and heartbeat clearly, and the defense in Liang Zhihuan's mind suddenly
Come up.
"What do married couples do?" Fu Ang's voice was soft but deep enough.
Liang Zhihuan frowned, "Fu Ang, there is an agreement between us!"
"What if I regret it?"
Regret?
The next moment, she felt a coldness on her lips...