Pushing open the door of the study, the room was dark, with no lights on, and even the windows were well lit. Dongfang Jing took a step forward, and a scent of wine came towards her.
How did you drink
She frowned subconsciously, followed the smell of alcohol and searched the entire study room, and finally found the man behind the screen next to the couch.
Zongzheng Fusu sat cross-legged on the ground, with his back leaning against the screen, and poured wine one after another with his head raised.
Reflecting the sunlight coming in from the door, Dongfang Jing could vaguely see his sexy Adam's apple bouncing up and down, his chest heaving several times, and finally he shook his hand and threw the wine jar out of his hand!
With a bang, the wine jar slowly rolled to Dongfang Jing's feet before it stopped firmly.
"What else are you here for?"
Zongzheng Fusu had a very good capacity for alcohol, and his daughter's belly was flushed, she was still clear, and she raised her eyes to stare at the visitor.
He thought that if he got her, he would have nothing to ask for, but just now in the west wing, when she raised her innocent eyes and questioned him, he realized... He didn't get her trust after all! After all, the person in her heart is not him, but Murong Qianjue!
But the Luqiao incident was clearly caused by Murong Qianjue's recklessness, so why did she question him like that? !
Dongfang Jing suddenly stepped forward, quickly squatted down, wrapped his arms around his waist, hugged him tightly, and said in a hoarse voice, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Zongzheng Fusu's back stiffened, and the girl's soft voice knocked on his heart, melting away all his stubbornness in an instant.
Dongfang Jing felt his pulse, and clearly felt that he had little internal strength left, and couldn't hold back the tears, "It's my fault, I shouldn't believe you. Blame me, blame me... Blame me for talking back to you, Suspicion and suspicion made you angry, which made you like this... Your internal injury, I don't know when it will heal."
Zongzheng Fusu couldn't stand women crying, especially his beloved woman.
He endured it for a long time, and finally failed, and raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, "Okay, don't cry."
"What should I do? You're hurt so badly, what if it's heart-wrenching again..." Dongfang Jing saw the wound on the back of his hand, and knew that he was angry enough to hurt herself again. She held his hand carefully, heartbroken.
Zongzheng Fusu sighed helplessly, then forced a smile, and comforted him in a warm voice, "It's okay. If the heartstrings break out, wouldn't this king still have you? You have already made the antidote for this king. Do it a few more times."
Dongfang Jing was still sobbing one second, and the next second it was as if she was struck by lightning. She was stunned for a long time before she realized that she punched Zongzheng Fusu hard on the chest, "You!"
"How is this king?" Zongzheng Fusu looked at her with interest, he just liked to see her pissed off.
"It's bad!"
Dongfang Jing said coldly, then felt puzzled, and added, "Not only is it bad! It's also a beast!"
"Beast?" Zongzheng Fusu stretched out his palm, and suddenly grabbed Dongfang Jing's little hand, and with a slight force, he brought her into his arms!
Before Dongfang Jing could react, she was already straddling Zongzheng Fusu!
She widened her eyes in horror, looked at the person under her, and shouted, "Zongzheng Fusu! What are you doing?!"
"This king wants to confirm the title of 'beast'! Now! Immediately! Immediately!"