"Don't you want to drink? Okay, then I'll drink it with you. ”

"Whoever is leaving tonight is a bastard."

It's really crazy, even Fu Zhoucheng dared to scold.

For some reason, Fu Zhoucheng laughed angrily, and took advantage of the remaining sanity to speak.

"Go back and don't waste any more time."

After a pause, he added.

"Don't worry, I won't have anything."

Who would believe such a thing? She's not a three-year-old.

Jiang Siyu was noncommittal, just smiled faintly, then frowned and looked at him with a serious face.

"Mr. Fu, you shouldn't regret it, right?"

"Don't you want to drink? Well, I'll go out with you tonight for a drink. ”

After saying that, the waiter served ten more bottles of wine.

At this moment, Fu Zhoucheng had nothing to say, but looked at her deeply, and his deep eyes were full of compassion.

What does this girl want to do?

This kind of presumptuous drinking, is it dead?

Sure enough, the next move was even more heroic, prompting Fu Zhou to become a ghost and drink it as a god, and from beginning to end, the two of them didn't speak again.

But the invisible action, but with a deadly rhythm, you a cup of me, you a bottle of me a bottle, vow not to get drunk and never give up.

"Let's take one." At the end of the drink, start to punch the wine.

The drunken Fu Zhoucheng's consciousness became more and more blurred, and in the end he could only be at the mercy of Jiang Siyu, his good-looking eyes were like black jade with deep ripples, just like that, he looked at her sadly and sadly, and finally let out an idiotic moan.

And the slender hands, with the trembling of their fingertips, suddenly touched her face, without warning and defenseless, but with heartbreak in the deep eyes.

The beautiful hair lined the handsome cheeks, which was even more charming.

In an instant, Jiang Siyu sank, and actually let Fu Zhoucheng's hand touch it.

"Shallow Creek, is that you? Shallow Creek? ”

The voice was whispered, the voice was broken, with unspeakable sadness and pain, the feeling was like a sharp blade, cutting people's hearts, and the pain was speechless.

And the big hands with distinct bones, obviously trembling a little, stopped on Jiang Siyu's cheeks, and he was still unwilling to move.

That sentimental look makes people speechless anymore.

Jiang Siyu trembled, stretched out his hand and shook him.

In the throbbing of his heart, he actually nodded.

Even if it is in this night, the sky is wasted and the earth is old, so in this moment, the sea is dry and rotten, she will definitely not regret it, even if she is mistaken for Tong Qianxi.

What does it matter?

In this life, people will always fight for something or a certain man, even if it is a moth to a fire, they will not hesitate.

Today's Jiang Siyu, the ghost envoy acted as a stand-in for others.

"Yes, I'm Shallow Creek."

It looks like it, but now under the illumination of unknown lights, it is even more indistinguishable, and in a moment of heartbreak, Fu Zhoucheng trembled and rushed over, holding her in his arms.

The strength was terrifying, as if it was about to rub her into the bone.

A low murmur rang out above her head.

With sadness and brokenness.

"Shallow Creek, is it really you? Shallow Creek? ”

"It's me, it's really me."

Fu Zhoucheng, who was drunk, was already paralyzed by alcohol, and his trance eyes couldn't tell who the person in front of him was, but he felt that Tong Qianxi had returned to his arms from the beginning.

His throat rolled up and down in pain, and he couldn't help but shed a trace of tears.

The next second, he asked stubbornly.

"Shallow Creek, you're not going to leave me again, are you?"

The fiery heat in his eyes has a burning power, as if he wants to burn people.

"Yes, I will not leave you, not from now on."

"Really?"

As if he didn't confirm it, Fu Zhoucheng asked again.

"Really, I won't lie to you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Zhoucheng stood up, picked her up with slender hands, hugged his chest, and left here.

Fu Zhoucheng was drunk, staggering, and looked very unstable, and put Jiang Siyu into the car all the way, but even so, he still took care of Jiang Siyu carefully and thoughtfully.

That feeling strengthened Jiang Siyu's determination to act as Tong Qianxi.

No matter what happened that night, she would not regret it.

Obsessed with falling into Fu Zhoucheng's gentleness, he can no longer extricate himself.

Fu Zhoucheng, who was confused, was slightly drunk, and his good-looking eyes could drip water, and the gentleness that he had never had never faded on his face, and his usual coldness, but it did not conflict at all.

Jiang Siyu was drunk, drunk in Fu Zhoucheng's gentle trap, drunk in his indescribable heartbeat, this feeling had never been felt in her short life of more than 20 years.

Jiang Siyu admitted that she deliberately drunk Fu Zhoucheng tonight, and in the end, she also saw that Fu Zhoucheng couldn't drink anymore.

But impulsiveness, and the devil in her heart, led her to do things that were out of control.

The longer you accompany you, the deeper your love will be.

That infatuation wrapped around her like a vine, strangled her to the point where she could no longer breathe, and perhaps she urgently needed to vent in order to live.

The black sports car was speeding in the wind, rolling up the wolf smoke, even if he was drunk, Fu Zhoucheng's subconscious movements were still so bold and sharp, swinging the steering wheel with his hands, and he came to the villa as if flying.

Before Jiang Siyu could speak, Fu Zhoucheng picked her up by the waist, and her cautious appearance was indescribably spoiled.

Alcohol on the brain, no longer care.

The slender thighs moved forward quickly, and came directly to the bedroom, and before Jiang Siyu could react, Fu Zhoucheng's tall body had already pressed down.

Blazing red lips searched her face, and her eyes were still obsessed.

I really saw her as Tong Qianxi like that.

"Shallow Creek, you're finally back, Shallow Creek."

Subconsciously, Jiang Siyu stretched out his hand and stopped his neck, and his red lips were pressed up, trying to get Fu Zhoucheng closer to him.

The two kissed indiscriminately, and when their consciousness was about to sink, Fu Zhoucheng suddenly woke up, his dark eyes instantly became extremely clear, and the next second, his abrupt body had turned over.

Trembling, silent accusation, "You, you're not a shallow stream?" ”

No doubt.

Jiang Siyu paused, and then burst into tears.

"I'm Shallow Creek."

"No, you're not, you're Jiang Siyu, Qianxi can't do this to me, absolutely impossible."

Tong Qianxi is a shy and cowardly girl, she has never been too active with him, even if she is close to her skin, she is in a passive position, and she has never behaved like this.

Fortunately, at the last moment, sanity returned to its place.

I didn't do anything excessive.

The line of defense between men and women has also not been breached.

You're still you, and I'm still me.

Fu Zhoucheng took a sharp breath, his steps staggered, and he retreated again and again, with a touch of incredulity on his face.

The sudden awakening scared him.

I'm glad that God has eyes.

At this critical juncture, I helped him.

Facing Jiang Siyu, who was crying silently, he only felt a headache.

"You...... You ......"

In the end, it was changed, and he couldn't bear it, "I'll send you away." ”

As the words fell, the man had turned and strode away, and the chaotic and frightened look seemed to be unable to stay any longer.

Jiang Siyu cried, and the tears of sadness raged on his face, washing away the grievances in his heart.