There was a lot of voices, noises all around, and lights flickering.
All the people in the house were leaning forward and back, laughing, chatting with each other, and making eye contact.
And when Fu Zhihuan's voice sounded, all the commotion seemed to be paused.
Everyone focused their eyes on him.
But Fu Zhihuan looked past everyone and looked straight at Wen Ruan. He half-closed his eyes, and there was a faint smile in his dark pupils.
"Children, it's time to go home."
That slightly bone-crushing ending sound was like hitting a three-pointer on Wen Ruan's girl's heart.
Her hand holding the wine glass tightened instantly, her mind went blank, and she felt her heart beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of her chest.
This man simply wanted her life.
Some people here have stayed in this place for a long time, and they recognized Fu Zhihuan at a glance——
"Fu Jian? Why are you here?" A man sitting on the side straightened his collar, sat up straight, and said in a courteous tone, "It's been a long time since we met."
Someone also asked in a low voice—
"Who is this?"
"Fu Zhihuan, the procuratorate's background is not small. You may have just come to the firm and you don't know him yet. Although he is young, even Professor Su will give others some face. He is a difficult person to make friends with. Just say the wrong thing in front of you."
Fu Zhihuan nodded slightly, and after exchanging a few perfunctory greetings, he asked casually, "Are you at a party?"
"That's right, this is not a newcomer to the office, we are celebrating. The little girl can drink quite well..."
"Yeah?"
Fu Zhihuan's tone was slightly meaningful, he turned his head, and his eyes fell on Wen Ruan's face.
It's over.
Wen Ruan felt a little weak, she bit the tip of her tongue, leaned towards Qin Sushan beside her, and said in a low voice, "Tell Fu Zhihuan quickly, I look drunk."
"Drunk?"
Qin Sushan was stunned for a while, and then immediately realized.
Also, such a good opportunity, if you are not drunk at this time, how can you create ambiguity
As Wen Ruan's good sister, Qin Sushan supported her by the shoulders, pretended to be worried and said to Fu Zhihuan: "Mr. Fu, you came just in time. Wen Ruan drank a lot, as if already drunk."
Fu Zhihuan frowned, lowered his voice and said "sorry" to the people around him, then walked in, squatting down beside Wen Ruan.
Wen Ruan immediately acted like he was drowsy after drinking too much, leaning softly on Qin Sushan's body, her face was flushed, and she looked listless.
Qin Sushan watched coldly.
My little sister can really act.
Usually at this time, Wen Ruan not only blows on the bottle, but also makes a series of arrogant remarks—
"What do you mean? Wasn't it very reckless when you tried to persuade me to drink? Just say no at this point?"
"Drink it clean! You are raising fish! Drink it if you dare to persuade!"
"Is it a man? I blow on the bottle and you still sip on this little cup. The water vapor evaporates faster than you."
Just such a woman who never gets drunk for a thousand cups, at this moment, puts on a weak and boneless posture of "I can't do it, I'm drunk" more skillfully than anyone else.
It's a pity not to be an actor.
Fu Zhihuan didn't relax his brows, and his tone was a little displeased: "How much did she drink?"
"Not much." Qin Sushan casually pointed to the cup on the other side of the table, and drew a circle lightly: "That's all."
Fu Zhihuan turned his head and glanced at the neatly arranged cups, fell silent for a while, then raised his eyelids, and took a fixed look at Wen Ruan, the pressure on his body became lower and lower.
Wen Ruan: "..."
Although I closed my eyes, I still felt Youdao's sharp gaze was looking at me.
Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand, held Wen Ruan's arm, and motioned to the people around him: "I'll take him away first. Is that okay?"
can it
This big Buddha who is not easy to provoke asks this question, who dares to say no
Moreover, it seemed that Wen Ruan had an unusual relationship with Prosecutor Fu. The others didn't want to offend this powerful person, so why would they try to persuade Wen Ruan to drink again.
After all the words have been said, who dares to stop
Someone really dared.
Zou Yinyun probably drank a lot just now to get drunk, and now he's drunk a bit too much.
Seeing that someone wanted to take Wen Ruan away, without even seeing who it was, he frowned and shouted at the top of his voice: "No, she hasn't drunk this cup yet. There must be rules, drink it before leaving, it's a disappointment." Well?"
"..."
The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and someone immediately reached out and pulled Zou Yinyun's sleeve, signaling her to shut up quickly.
But as the saying goes, wine is strong and cowardly.
Zou Yinyun was unaware of the change in the atmosphere around him, pushed the glass of wine that was just poured forward, and thrust it in his waist: "It's okay to leave, you drink it for her."
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, just lowered his eyes, and his eyes stopped on the glass of wine for a while. Then he stretched out his hand without saying a word, held the cup, and drank it down in one gulp.
He put down the cup, straightened up, and said in a cold voice, "Can we go?"
After drinking a glass of wine, Fu Zhihuan's face and expression didn't seem to change, but his eyes became colder, and even Zou Yinyun, who had already had a drink, couldn't help shivering, shrinking his shoulders: "Yes..."
Without much nonsense, Fu Zhihuan took Wen Ruan and left the dinner.
While pretending to be unsteady and being supported to walk forward, Wen Ruan quietly raised her eyelids and peeked at Fu Zhihuan's face next to her—
His complexion didn't seem to change, not even reddened, and he didn't seem to be responding to the alcohol.
But that glass of alcohol is not very high.
Um! Absolutely no problem!
Fu Zhihuan seemed to have noticed Wen Ruan's gaze, and he turned his gaze slightly.
Wen Ruan quickly narrowed his eyes, avoiding Fu Zhihuan's sight.
so close.
Walking to the door of the hotel, Wen Ruan heard the sound of keys being flipped. She quietly opened one eye again and found that Fu Zhihuan had taken out the car keys.
etc-
"No drunk driving!"
Without even thinking about it, Wen Ruan reached out and held it down.
"You are Mr. Fu, right? I am the surrogate driver you called. Look, this is my ID."
Almost at the same time, a middle-aged man standing next to the restaurant came out, rubbing his hands and handing over his ID with a very courteous tone.
"..."
That's embarrassing.
It's over, the matter of pretending to be drunk is about to be revealed.
The atmosphere froze immediately, and only Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan were left looking at each other.
Wen Ruan immediately explained: "I just... seemed to be blown by the wind and suddenly woke up."
Just when she thought that she was about to be exposed mercilessly, Fu Zhihuan turned her head without saying a word, calmly handed the keys in her hand to the substitute driver, and then turned and got into the car.
It seemed that Wen Ruan didn't take Wen Ruan's behavior to heart at all.
This is very strange.
Doesn't he even ask himself a question
Wen Ruan couldn't figure it out, but still took small steps and got into the car.
The driver started the car and asked enthusiastically, "Where are you going, sir?"
Fu Zhihuan sat in the back seat, leaning his head slightly against the glass window, his tone became colder: "Go back to the apartment."
It was quiet for a while.
After about five seconds of silence, the driver asked again: "Enen, where are we going?"
"Go back to the apartment."
"I mean what's the name of our destination?"
"apartment."
The uncle driver took a deep breath, his emotions were clearly on the verge of collapse: "I know to go back to the apartment, but the question is where is the apartment??"
"Hey, don't worry, I know!"
Wen Ruan listened for a while, and couldn't help but get up from the seat, and then adjusted the navigation for the driver uncle, "It's here, Mingchen Garden, about half an hour's drive away. Thank you, master, for your hard work. "
After finally waiting for the car to get on the road, Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Fu Zhihuan beside him, only to see that his brows were frowning and his eyes were closed.
Even, it seems to be asleep.
Wen Ruan stretched out his hand to test Fu Zhihuan's breath.
… still alive.
I felt very strange just now, why did I feel that Fu Zhihuan's reaction was very strange from the moment he left the hotel.
What's the situation? Could it be that he was drunk
Wen Ruan thought for a while.
It shouldn't be.
The cup was not filled to the brim, and the degree was not high.
Could it be that Fu Zhihuan poured it in a cup
Wen Ruan was silent.
The plan of "pretend to be drunk and let Fu Zhihuan take care of him, and then use the influence of alcohol to create a spark of love to make his heart flutter" was brewing in his mind, and it was announced that he had died at this moment.
Why does this kind of cool guy who seems to be in a bar and never gets drunk after a thousand drinks actually pours a glass
This is simply out of character!
The car drove for about 20 minutes and was about to arrive at Mingchen Garden.
Wen Ruan noticed that there was a small pharmacy on the side of the road at the corner. Although the facade looked dilapidated, the lights were still on and the door was not closed.
"Master, stop, I'll get out of the car and buy something." Wen Ruan called to stop.
Anyway, Fu Zhihuan drank that glass of wine because of her.
In terms of emotion and reason, I still have to take good care of him tonight.
"Snapped-"
But just as Wen Ruan was about to open the door and get out of the car to buy sober medicine, he felt someone grab his arm suddenly.
Wen Ruan was startled, and turned his head, only to find that Fu Zhihuan who was beside him opened his eyes at some point.
His body was still leaning against the door, the black hair on his forehead shrouded in the moonlight, and his eyes became more and more fierce. Although his face didn't change, his eyes were already bloodshot, and his aura was full of hostility like a sleepy wolf.
"Are you... awake?" Wen Ruan froze for a moment, then asked softly.
Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, but he still didn't let go of Wen Ruan's hand.
Wen Ruan leaned forward slightly: "Are you drunk?"
"..." Fu Zhihuan pursed his lips tightly, and there was a coldness in those indifferent eyes, but he still didn't speak.
Looks like he hasn't sobered up yet.
Wen Ruan sighed, and said, "I'll get out of the car and buy you hangover medicine, let go first, okay?"
Fu Zhihuan didn't move, but the strength in his hand tightened little by little.
Wen Ruan felt worried.
She has seen all kinds of drunks in wine bars, but she has never seen Fu Zhihuan like this.
He was obviously drunk, but his eyes were still clear, even more daunting than normal.
No matter what other people asked him, he didn't say a word, but he seemed to have an inexplicable sense of oppression.
But being held by the arm all the time is not a solution, Wen Ruan grabbed his wrist and said slowly: "I'll come up right away, just wait for me."
After finishing speaking, taking advantage of the time when Fu Zhihuan let go, he quickly slipped out of the car.
"boom"
The doors close.
Fu Zhihuan leaned on the seat, looked down at his palm, then raised his eyelids without saying a word, and stared at the direction where Wen Ruan left, his eyes darkened.
The night wind is very cool.
Wen Ruan rubbed her arms, opened the door and entered the pharmacy. She glanced around, then went straight to the front desk and asked, "Hello, is there any hangover medicine here?"
No one responded.
Wen Ruan frowned, raised her head, but found no one in front of her.
When I turned my gaze away, I saw two boys squatting next to the table behind the counter, with cigarettes in their mouths, playing games impatiently.
One of them was ironed with tin foil, and the other was somewhat cooked...
It seems to be the yellow hair that I met in the supermarket last night
Huang Mao also heard the voice at this moment, raised his head, and his eyes fell on Wen Ruan. He narrowed his eyes, and seemed to remember.
He pulled the corner of his mouth, pulled out the cigarette, and smiled suddenly: "Hey, look, this is the young lady I was talking about yesterday."
Tin foil Tang also looked at Huang Mao's line of sight, his eyebrows arched, and he said happily: "You have a good eye."
Wen Ruan frowned, tapped the counter rhythmically with her index finger, resisted the impatience in her heart, and asked, "Is the boss there?"
"I am, looking after the store for my dad." Huang Mao twisted out the cigarette butt, stood up, put his hands in front of Wen Ruan, and showed a naughty smile: "What do you want, Miss?"
"The hangover medicine."
"Hangover medicine?" Huang Mao leaned closer and made a gesture of sniffing, with a slightly picky tone: "Young lady drank so much, didn't your boyfriend come with you?"
Wen Ruan raised his eyes, and his tone became cold and cold: "If not, I will leave."
"Hey! Why are you going? Of course." Huang Mao immediately stopped Wen Ruan, then turned around, took out a box of medicine from the shelf not far away, slapped it on the table, and pushed it towards Wen Ruan: " Sixty-nine."
Wen Ruan scanned the QR code to pay, then reached out and pressed the medicine box, ready to take it away.
But Huang Mao didn't let go of the medicine. Instead, he raised his index finger and gently pressed the back of Wen Ruan's hand.
Then, he drew a rather ambiguous circle with his fingertips.
Wen Ruan froze, unable to contain her anger. She pursed her lower lip, looked up at Huangmao calmly, and then said two words slowly: "Release."
"Why are you rushing so fast?"
Huang Mao joked with a smile, turned his head and met the eyes of the tin foil behind him, and said with a smile: "Let's make friends."
As she said, she stretched out her hand to touch Wen Ruan's chin.
"Snapped"
The arm was only halfway out when it was suddenly held by a strong hand.
Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback, raised his head—
Fu Zhihuan didn't know when he stood beside her, his thin lips were tightly pressed, although he didn't say a word, but there was an inexplicable aura all over his body, which made people feel chills down their backs.
Huang Mao was so frightened that his pupils shrank, and the tin foil watching the show behind him straightened up at this moment, looking nervous.
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and let go of his hands.
Before Huang Mao could take a breath, the next second, Fu Zhihuan suddenly raised his hand, as if he was about to strangle Huang Mao's chin—
"Damn it, brother, it's not enough, is it?"
Panicked by the hot tin foil behind him, he took a few steps forward, but he didn't dare to approach, so he could only persuade him.
Wen Ruan was also stunned.
The drunk Fu Zhihuan seemed even more irritable.
She hastily pressed Fu Zhihuan's hand, pulled him back a few steps, and stuck in front of him and the yellow hair, anxiously said: "Don't do anything."
Perhaps it was because Wen Ruan's movements were too hasty, when she turned around, her hair brushed the corner of Fu Zhihuan's lips inadvertently, causing a tingling itchiness.
Fu Zhihuan withdrew his gaze, and his eyes fixed on Wen Ruan's face.
The corners of his lips twitched, he raised his hand casually, adjusted his cuffs, then raised his eyelids, his long eyelashes were distinct, with a bit of indifference.
Wen Ruan froze for a moment.
It's too foul, how can this person look so arrogant.
"That's right!" Huang Mao, who came back to his senses, desperately echoed, rubbing his arm while saying, "I was just joking..."
"Snapped!"
Huang Mao hadn't finished speaking when he slapped his face crisply, which could be heard very clearly in the empty pharmacy.
Wen Ruan withdrew his hand, shook it in disgust, sneered, and said, "What is it? Who asked you to intervene? Just because I won't let him hit you doesn't mean I can't hit you, just show you some face." Don't you know that this is called sexual harassment?"
"You don't look very old, you should have just graduated from high school at most, right? Has no one taught you to respect girls? If there is another time, I will personally send you to the police station to teach you these things. Anyway, I am patient I also have energy, and I'm not afraid to waste it with you."
Huang Mao covered his face and froze in place for a long while without reacting.
Wen Ruan didn't talk nonsense with him anymore, reached out to pick up the hangover medicine, turned around and left the pharmacy with Fu Zhihuan.
While crossing the road, she babbled confidently: "How can you do it? You are a public official. If someone finds out, you will definitely be criticized! And I don't mind, next time something like this happens I can beat people myself!"
"You can't drink alcohol anymore. If you can't drink it, don't drink it. Next time—eh?"
Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand suddenly, put Wen Ruan's shoulder loosely from behind, and pulled her back.
"buzz—"
Wen Ruan staggered, leaning against Fu Zhihuan's arms.
A motorcycle almost brushed past her, leaving behind a series of loud roars.
Wen Ruan turned his head, but saw Fu Zhihuan standing quietly behind him, his hands still on him.
There seemed to be no light in his dark eyes, and he looked sleepy, completely different from his usual aloof demeanor.
Instead, there was an inexplicable ruffian.
At this moment, the bodies of the two were leaning tightly together, and Wen Ruan seemed to be able to clearly feel the rise and fall of Fu Zhihuan's chest when he breathed.
All Wen Ruan's words were stuck in her throat, she turned her head slowly, lowered her eyes, and reached out to touch her hot cheek.
How can this person do this
After drinking, he was a different person from before.
But no matter what it looks like, it can poke at the tip of your heart.
Is it too foul
Fu family.
"Mr. Wen, are you two really sure you want to divorce?"
Father Fu stroked his glasses, sighed, and said, "Actually, I also like Wen Ruan very much. My wife and I really hope that this marriage can be facilitated."
In fact, Wen Fengchen had already planned for the matter of retiring the engagement.
With the development of the Wen family today, although marrying the Fu family is beneficial and harmless, it is not necessary.
What's more, Wen Ruan was a child whom he had loved since he was a child, and the marriage was originally arranged so that she could have a reliable in-law's family, but since Wen Ruan was so resistant, it was naturally impossible for Wen Fengchen to force her.
Wen Fengchen brought his wife to Fu's house today, also planning to completely dissolve the engagement.
"Yes, I'm sorry, but the children are grown up after all, and they still have to like them." Wen Fengchen shook his head helplessly, and took the tea handed by the servant, "I've also heard that your son is very outstanding, but after all-"
Although he didn't finish the following words, everyone present understood.
Fu Ershao didn't go home for so many years, and he was quite resistant to the engagement. If you force it, it will only make the relationship between him and his family even colder.
Father Fu sighed, nodded, and said, "Yes, I've been thinking about it all this time. They have to make their own plans about the children's affairs, so this engagement is—"
Before I finished speaking, I heard a voice suddenly coming from the TV in the living room:
"Thank you very much for your help just now. Is there anything you want to say to the audience?"
"...can you turn on the beauty filter?"
This familiar voice shocked the two parents who were still talking solemnly. They turned their heads in unison and set their gazes on the TV screen behind them.
Jiangcheng Satellite TV was broadcasting the program "Human Observation", and at this moment, Wen Ruan's face appeared on the TV screen very clearly.
Wen Fengchen took a deep breath.
The lens slowly pulls away—
The faces of Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan appeared on the screen together!
Father Fu took a deep breath.
"Is this gentleman your boyfriend? He looks so handsome, you two really match each other!"
"no."
"Not yet."
When the program team edited this section, they specially put the two people's gazes in slow motion, with a very girlish BGM. If it weren't for the huge variety show title in the lower right corner, it would really happen that this is watching Idol illusion.
Both parents took a deep breath in unison.
Wen Fengchen's face turned livid: "Don't worry, both of you, I'll bring her back right away and ask carefully about the identity of this man named Fu Zhihuan. Although the engagement is going to be divorced, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter."
"I don't think it's necessary..."
Mother Fu coughed, and said awkwardly: "Besides, I don't think there is any need for you to call off the engagement."
"What's the meaning?"
"Actually, I planned to introduce him to the two of you at the engagement banquet, but I didn't expect this child to be unwilling to come back." When Fu's mother said this, she paused and sighed: "To be honest, the one on TV is Our second son. He was originally called Fu Lu, but he changed his name without telling us when he was in college, and now he is called Fu Zhihuan."
"..."
That's embarrassing.
Wen Fengchen was silent for a while, then looked up at the two people on the TV.
Mother Wen leaned down and said, "Why do I feel that our daughter seems to like this Second Young Master Fu a little bit?"
As a mother, of course I know my daughter.
When Wen Ruan looked at Fu Zhihuan, his sparkling eyes almost had the word "like" written in his eyes.
After a lengthy silence, someone finally broke the deadlock—
"Then how did the two of them meet?"
"I don't know, but I don't think the two of them seem to recognize each other's identity."
"Then you are still retiring?"
"I feel that the two of you have something to do with each other, why don't you quit?"
"Then don't retreat."
"Then what are we doing now?"
"Watch TV, this variety show is pretty good."
Later, the two pairs of parents began to brag about Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan on the TV show—
"Your family, Lu, is getting more and more straight. When I saw him when I was a child, I thought he was a good-looking kid. Looking at it now, I really look too temperamental, and he is also reliable. I was worried at first. Wen Ruan ran away from home and met bad guys, now I feel relieved."
"Your family Wen Ruan is also cute and well-behaved. I don't think she is worse than those female stars in the stage. The key is to be kind-hearted. I see that so many people around her don't come forward to help, but she has the courage and tolerance."
"Hey, your family, Li, is really promising. At such a young age, he became a prosecutor by himself. It's not easy to do legal prosecution now."
"Wen Ruan is not. I remember that he was a well-known lawyer back then, with such a good temper."
A serious divorce negotiation meeting has officially turned into a family-friendly communication gathering because of this sudden variety show.
Wen Ruan finally transported the drunken humanoid dangerous object back to the apartment.
As soon as the door was opened, the count squatted at the door, waving his paws and jumping around excitedly, but when he smelled the alcohol on the two of them, he immediately grimaced and ran to the cat climbing frame.
Wen Ruan glanced at the earl's food box, there was some leftover cat food in it.
Fortunately, Fu Zhihuan would invite hourly workers to feed the earl dinner every time he had a social occasion.
It took Wen Ruan a lot of effort to help Fu Zhihuan to the bedroom. Panting, she put her hands on her hips, and after a while, she said, "You change your clothes first, and I'll pour you some warm water to eat." Hangover medicine. Can you understand me?"
"..."
Fu Zhihuan neither nodded nor shook his head, and seemed unresponsive. He just lowered his head calmly, then reached out and pressed the button of his collar.
Unwrap one grain.
The movements are gentle and natural, as if Wen Ruan didn't exist at all.
"Ah, wait! You can change after I go out!"
Wen Ruan suddenly frowned, stood up abruptly, and then rushed out of the room, closing the door with a "bang".
It wasn't until Wen Ruan walked to the kitchen that she felt that her heart, which had been teased, calmed down slightly.
She took a deep breath, pulled out a disposable quilt, poured a glass of warm water from the water dispenser, and prepared to wait a while before going in.
Most people who get drunk will be broken.
Especially for people like Fu Zhihuan who immediately faint after drinking a drink, they probably won't remember anything when they wake up tomorrow morning.
Wen Ruan held back his mouth.
It's too much, exuding charm by being drunk and crazy.
After teasing, you can be irresponsible as it should be! Scumbag!
But facing this kind of "scumbag", Wen Ruan still lowered his head in a hopeless manner.
There is no resistance at all.
She stood at the door and waited for a while, guessing that Fu Zhihuan's clothes should have been changed, so she opened the door carefully and walked in.
The door opened.
Fu Zhihuan had already changed his clothes. At this moment, his eyes were closed, he was leaning against the edge of the bed, with one hand on his knee, his brows were furrowed, and his expression was full of exhaustion.
Fell asleep
Wen Ruan walked towards Fu Zhihuan.
Hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Fu Zhihuan moved his eyelashes slightly, and then suddenly opened his eyes, like a sleeping lion being woken up, with some low air pressure all over his body.
His gaze fell on Wen Ruan unbiasedly.
"Take the medicine." Wen Ruan was not afraid of him, but pretended to be fierce like a bluff, "Why are you so fierce? Go ahead and drink if you can't drink, I want you to be brave."
I don't know if Fu Zhihuan understood Wen Ruan's words, but he just stared at the person in front of him, didn't speak, but didn't move to take the medicine handed to him.
"Eat." Seeing Fu Zhihuan's expression, Wen Ruan was scared instantly. She pursed her mouth, and she was just showing her teeth and claws, but now she suddenly became aggrieved, "If you don't take the hangover medicine, you will have a headache tomorrow morning."
Perhaps it was Wen Ruan's aggrieved expression that touched a certain heartstring in Fu Zhihuan's heart. He lowered his eyes, gave a low laugh, then straightened up, lowered his head—
With Wen Ruan's hand, he swallowed the capsule.
Fiery breath hit Wen Ruan's fingertips.
Fu Zhihuan raised his head, the smile on his lips did not fade, and his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly. It's like a cynical noble young master who has shed that shell of innocence and asceticism.
Her hands trembled subconsciously.
unacceptable.
This man is too much.
How come there are so many tricks in taking medicine, no scumbag is so good at it!
Wen Ruan quickly withdrew his hand, passed the warm water forward, and fed it to Fu Zhihuan. Then he supported his shoulders, moved the position of the pillow, and let him lie down.
A series of movements were extremely quick, and the head was still lowered, as if he was afraid of being seduced by this hateful man.
Wen Ruan's heart was ringing alarm bells all the time:
You can't be seduced by this "scumbag" who will be broken tomorrow morning! He will not be responsible for your heartbeat!
After dealing with all this, watching Fu Zhihuan gradually close his eyes from the drowsiness caused by the alcohol attack, the stone in Wen Ruan's heart finally fell to the ground.
It's finally over, this one-sided temptation.
Everything that happened tonight was just like the "pretending to be in love plan" that Qin Sushan had envisioned at the beginning:
"A series of ambiguous actions caused by alcohol can naturally and normally arouse other people's heartbeats invisibly and generate sparks of love."
It's just that the only thing wrong is that the male and female protagonists in the plan have switched positions.
Why is Fu Zhihuan the drunk one!
In the end, it was her own little girl who was teased so much that her heart fluttered!
This may be called self-eating.
Just when Wen Ruan was about to leave the room in grief, a hand suddenly grabbed his arm.
Before she could react, she was pulled into Fu Zhihuan's arms by a strong force, and her back shoulders pressed tightly against his chest.
what's the situation
Wen Ruan struggled a bit, trying to prop himself up.
But Fu Zhihuan's arms around her suddenly tightened. He frowned, didn't open his eyes, lowered his head, and rested his forehead on Wen Ruan's shoulder.
"do not move."
His voice was low, hoarse with drunkenness.
Wen Ruan took a tight breath.
During the one and a half hours of being drunk, Fu Zhihuan finally said the first sentence, "Earl, don't move around."
"..."
Who the fuck is that cat!
The author has something to say: The author who is guessed by the readers every time is too painful.
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