After leaving the motel and returning to Professor Zhou's house, Song Anyi, who was conscientious, immediately went into the kitchen to prepare dinner. In order to thank Professor Zhou for his company, she prepared the beef short ribs that Professor Zhou longed for to fulfill his wish.
However, when preparing the red wine sauce for the beef short ribs, she also drank the whole bottle of red wine, one bottle was not enough, and dug out the top red wine produced by the French Chateau Lafite from the wine cabinet of Professor Zhou. Wine, pulled Professor Zhou and continued to toast.
People are drunk, but they are not drunk enough, otherwise, they will not remember the pain Xie Weishu brought her. So she's going to drink!
Zhou Mo is a generous person, and he also has several senior sommelier licenses from different countries and different types of wine. He doesn't feel heartache for a single six-digit red wine, but regrets that Miss Song's way of drinking too much is impossible. Experience the multi-layered wonderful taste of high-end red wine.
Song Anyi hooked Zhou Mo's arm and rested her head on his shoulder.
At this moment she was just a poor lovelorn seeking comfort.
"Professor Zhou, do you know? I've only been dating Xie Weishu for less than a year. He wants to go to class and I want to go to work. It's amazing to have time to eat and watch a movie. Although I don't have time to accompany him to open a room and go to bed, but This doesn't mean I'm cold, okay? I just think we don't know each other well. We should have a good chat and understand each other's inner world. Why do we have to use body language to communicate? Do you think men are all So superficial? Cheers!"
Song Anyi raised her head and drank another glass of wine.
"This wine is really delicious. I like the red wine from Professor Zhou's house. I like it too much. Come, pour the wine, and you won't go home if you don't get drunk today!"
Zhou Mo helped fill the goblet with red wine, but now she can't take into account the way of tasting wine, Miss Song just wants to use alcohol to numb the pain of the injury.
stupid woman.
Song Anyi raised her head, just to see the accusation flashing in Zhou Mo's eyes.
"Hey, you're secretly scolding me, aren't you?"
Song Anyi was so wronged that she didn't say anything about her brokenheartedness, and was scolded secretly? !
She used both hands and feet, and climbed onto Zhou Mo's body and straddled his lap. At such a height, she could finally look at him.
The brain is full of alcohol, how can I control such an ambiguous posture
Her eyes were blurred, and she said seriously: "I'm very pitiful, you know? A workaholic like me finally got a boyfriend. No one in the world approves. My parents disapprove. My brother thinks it's too outrageous. Colleagues I'm not optimistic either. They all say that I'm blind, so I can find a 'little boy' who can't even take care of myself as my boyfriend... Well, I'm not too old, okay? I'm twenty-seven this year. Xie Weishu is twenty-five, will the gap of only two years be much worse? And at the beginning, we really got along very well, and I tried my best to help him. Am I not doing enough? In the end, you still steal with your eyes. scold me… "
Zhou Mo has never comforted a brokenhearted person, and he holds the same opinion as her relatives and friends from the bottom of his heart; Xie Weishu is not suitable for her, it is really stupid for her to be unhappy about this kind of thing, but, suddenly, he I feel that if words of comfort can make her feel better, maybe he is willing to try...
After all, Miss Song is a person as warm as the sun, but now her eyes are so fragile and helpless, sadness is not suitable for her.
Zhou Mo struggled in his eyes, and his tone was stiff, and he managed to squeeze out a sentence. "Breaking up is not your problem."
Song Anyi knew that Professor Zhou was not a comforter, so she never expected such a situation. When she was comforted, she felt even more vulnerable...
"Really?"
She wanted to laugh, but it was uglier than crying, her heart clenched hard, and tears fell uncontrollably one by one.
Zhou Mo looked slightly startled, obviously unexpected, stared at her without saying a word.
Is it the opposite effect? Didn't his comfort make her feel better
Two inexplicable eyes stopped on her tear-stained face.
"Don't cry." The extremely pale voice was a little anxious.
Song Anyi's tears flowed more and more urgently, and the hot tears fell on his firm chest unceremoniously, soaking his shirt.
"Forget it, cry why cry, drink with me."
Song Anyi wiped away her tears in a panic, raised her head, and drank a full glass of red wine.
"It's delicious..."
It's just that the wine is getting emptier the more she drinks. She throws away the goblet in her hand. The crystal goblet has a better material density and falls on the long-haired carpet. After turning it twice, it did not break.
She cried with red eyes and hugged the man in front of her, her head resting on his shoulders, and her whole body shrank in his arms to form a warm world of her own.
The feeling of being betrayed and exploited is really, really bad.
"Miss Song, hug me." This is an affirmative sentence, Zhou Mo calmly stated the facts.
The way the two people get along has evolved from respecting each other as guests and keeping a distance (not including Miss Song's occasional poking) to embracing each other at zero distance, even if they are as savvy as Zhou Mo, they can't help but be surprised.
Song Anyi was choked up. "I'm drunk, I'm in a bad mood, hugs are comfort, you're my friend, can't I borrow your chest to cry?"
The fragrance of flowers in her hair was her usual scent, and the softness of the woman leaning on her chest was a kind of temptation. Some kind of throbbing was being awakened, and Zhou Mo had to use a more ruthless way of refusal to stop it. "Miss Song, I don't borrow anything."
"Hmph, we are friends, can't we borrow it? Don't you see how miserable I am today?" She protested with tears in her eyes, her crying red eyes full of grievances, and even deliberately rubbing against his warm breath , bring yourself closer.
Zhou Mo sniffed the fragrance on her body, and her breath had become the most familiar smell, like a Chinese gu.
He must go out to pick up people on time every day. He thought it was just a request for a full meal. In fact, it may be more correct that she brought him a wonderful atmosphere and feeling. With her, there will be sun in his world, There is a scent of flowers, a smile (sometimes awkward), and even the air seems to be active, which invigorates the lifeless atmosphere at home, and his icy heart beats even more greatly.
The emotion he didn't understand was about to burst at this moment and burst out of the cocoon.
He understands that this person is what he wants.
"Song Anyi, I didn't take you as a friend." Zhou Mo's deep voice was in her ear.