It's okay for this young lady to touch Mr. Fu just now, it must be that the waiter is too unlucky to be kicked out by Mr. Fu. The waiter comforted himself in his heart, and then walked to Fu Zhoucheng and Tong Qianxi's side.

It should have felt the breath of Tong Qianxi, and Fu Zhoucheng found a sense of security. His own defense constitution did not open. When the waiter touched his hand, Fu Zhoucheng just moved suddenly, and then there was no other reaction.

With the help of the waiter, Tong Qianxi and the waiter helped Fu Zhoucheng together until he was put on the car driven by Tong Qianxi.

"Thank you." Even with the help of the waiter, Tong Qianxi was still tired and sweaty. Tong Qianxi wiped the sweat from his forehead and thanked the waiter.

The waiter was just a part-time male college student, and the first time he saw a mature and intellectual woman like Tong Qianxi, when he saw Tong Qianxi's smile, the waiter couldn't help but be stunned.

By the time he reacted, Tong Qianxi had already driven away.

"Oh my God, why is the young master drunk like this!" Liu's mother saw Tong Qianxi's car driving into the yard and hurriedly walked out.

When she saw Fu Zhoucheng, who was put on the saddle by Tong Qianxi, Mother Liu couldn't help but exclaim.

"Mother Liu, get Fu Zhoucheng into the room first, and then cook him some sobering soup." Tong Qianxi had already gotten down from the driver's seat, saw Liu's mother, and commanded.

Seeing that Tong Qianxi was also eager, Mother Liu hurriedly called two people to carry Fu Zhoucheng into the villa.

"Mother Liu, cook some decanting soup." In Fu Zhoucheng's bedroom, Tong Qianxi commanded.

Hearing Tong Qianxi's words, Liu's mother retreated.

At this time, there were only two people left in the room, Fu Zhoucheng and Tong Qianxi, but Fu Zhoucheng was in a coma.

looked at Fu Zhoucheng who was unconscious on the big bed, and it was the first time to look at Fu Zhoucheng so seriously. To be honest, Fu Zhoucheng is indeed a good person.

Tong Qianxi looked at Fu Zhoucheng while making an evaluation in his heart.

Although he and Fu Zhoucheng are husband and wife, the two of them sleep in separate rooms, and Tong Qianxi has almost never been to Fu Zhoucheng's room.

Idle, Tong Qianxi began to look at Fu Zhoucheng's room. Just like Fu Zhoucheng, this person is monotonous and uninteresting. The whole room is black and white, giving people a very oppressive feeling.

I really don't understand what Fu Zhoucheng is thinking...... Tong Qianxi learned to paint, and his sensitivity to color is somewhat different from that of ordinary people. Generally, your favorite color, or a more bright color, will give people a very happy and uplifting feeling.

And the monotonous white and black in Fu Zhoucheng's room can be felt at a glance, and Fu Zhoucheng is a particularly deep person.

"Water!" Just as Tong Qianxi was pondering, Fu Zhoucheng waved his hand and muttered in his mouth.

Tong Qianxi was sitting next to Fu Zhoucheng's bed, and Fu Zhoucheng stretched out his hand and directly pulled Tong Qianxi into his arms.

Coincidentally, when Tong Qianxi's head was lowered, her lips were just printed on Fu Zhoucheng's slightly opened lips.

And Fu Zhou felt the wetness, and even stretched out his tongue and licked it.

Tong Qianxi felt that his head was like an explosion, the whole person was confused, feeling the warmth of Fu Zhoucheng's lips and tongue, Tong Qianxi quickly got up and retreated......

Although Fu Zhoucheng and Tong Qianxi have had an intimate relationship more than once, Fu Zhoucheng used to take Tong Qianxi with a forcible attitude. And Tong Qianxi was forced, she didn't have much feeling for herself.

The only thing is that she is constantly struggling......

However, this time, Fu Zhoucheng's unconscious action made Tong Qianxi's heart flutter and beat non-stop.

"Young grandma, the sobering soup is here." Just as Tong Qianxi touched her lips and pondered, Liu's mother walked in.

Because she was worried about Fu Zhoucheng, Mother Liu kept looking at Fu Zhoucheng as soon as she came in, so she didn't notice Tong Qianxi's strangeness.

"Young grandma?" didn't hear Tong Qianxi speak, and Liu's mother shouted again.

"Mother Liu, you feed him sobering soup, I'll go back to the room first." After speaking, as if something was chasing her behind her, Tong Qianxi hurriedly ran out of Fu Zhoucheng's room.

"...... here" Liu's mother looked puzzled, not understanding what had just happened.

Before she went to cook the decanting soup, weren't these two people still fine? Why is it such a kung fu, the young grandmother has changed her face again?

Liu's mother sighed helplessly, and then began to feed Fu Zhoucheng sobering soup.

In Tong Qianxi's room, Tong Qianxi sat at his desk with a paintbrush in his hand.

Usually, when she is emotionally unstable, she likes to draw to calm herself. However, the paintbrush in his hand has been held for a long time, but Tong Qianxi's hand has been trembling, and his heart has not been quiet.

"Tong Qianxi, you are really unproductive!" Tong Qianxi scolded himself secretly, trying to force himself to calm down.

The paintbrush in his hand kept moving on the paper, and Tong Qianxi couldn't tell what he was painting.

Tong Qianxi painted and threw at the same time, and after throwing away I don't know how many pieces of drawing paper, the things that were drawn made Tong Qianxi a little satisfied.

When Tong Qianxi kept painting, time passed little by little.

In Fu Zhoucheng's room, Fu Zhoucheng rubbed his somewhat sore head and opened his eyes.

"Young Master, you've finally woken up." Seeing Fu Zhoucheng wake up, Liu's mother was a handful of snot and tears. I don't know, I thought that Fu Zhoucheng had become a vegetative person and finally woke up.

Fu Zhoucheng looked at Liu's mother, and the memory of last night slowly returned.

"How did I get back?" Except for a little pain in his head, Fu Zhoucheng didn't feel anything wrong with him at this time.

"Grandma drove you back." Mother Liu heard Fu Zhoucheng's question and hurriedly replied.

"What about her?" Hearing that Tong Qianxi picked him up, Fu Zhou's cold face eased a little.

"The young grandmother just went back to her room." Regarding Tong Qianxi's inexplicable departure just now, Liu's mother didn't understand it at this time.

Fu Zhoucheng nodded, got out of bed, and walked out of his room directly.

Because the painting was too engrossed, Tong Qianxi didn't feel at all about Fu Zhoucheng entering his room.

Fu Zhoucheng looked at Tong Qianxi's paintings and nodded admiringly, but he didn't make a sound.

Tong Qianxi painted a sunflower, just drew an outline, but he could already see a little charm. Even Fu Zhoucheng, a layman, can see that the painting painted by Tong Qianxi is very good.

The paintbrush in Tong Qianxi's hand stopped, and while thinking about what to do next, his hand unconsciously put the paintbrush to his mouth.

This is a small action unique to Tong Qianxi, who always can't help but hold the pen when painting.