"Oh, since it's mine, take it." Ou Jingbo said in a hurry, but he felt a little inexplicable when he said such a thing.

"What the hell is it, I remember I don't have anything from yours here." Ou Jingbo reacted after a few seconds, and the smell of wine on his body was blown by the wind, although it was much lighter than just now, but Wen Ruoli really smelled it at this time.

She rubbed her tall nose and pressed the hat down from her head.

"That's right!" As if he had something important in mind, his hands trembling, he took out the delicate box from his coat pocket.

"I really have one of your things here." He handed the box to Wen Ruoli's hand, and Wen Ruoli didn't refuse. After she took the box, she didn't say "thank you".

"Get in the car!" Wen Ruoli spoke sonorously, this time with a hint of anger.

Wen Ruoli's momentum made Ou Jingbo, who was already drunk, tremble.

"Okay, don't be angry, I'll go!"

Ou Jingbo sat in the car, and at this time he felt that the seats in Wen Ruoli's car were very comfortable, and he carefully opened the window, and a cool wind came from the window.

Ou Jingbo didn't know what kind of mood he was in at this time, but the glimmer of happiness in his heart came spontaneously.

Wen Ruoli drove the car, and from time to time honked the horn on the car blocking the way of his car in front of him.

Ou Jingbo still remembered what Wen Ruoli had just said.

"By the way, Ruoli, you just said that you fell to me again, what the hell is the matter, I will give it back to you now."

Ou Jingbo said, who knew that Wen Ruoli still didn't say a word now, she was concentrating on driving, but Ou Jingbo felt that Wen Ruoli was not very happy now.

"Ruoli—"

"Okay, your home is here, I'll send you in."

Wen Ruoli said coldly, not giving Ou Jingbo a good look.

In desperation, Ou Jingbo got out of the car, Wen Ruoli was afraid that Ou Jingbo would have something wrong at this time, so he kept Ou Jingbo by his side, holding Ou Jingbo's arm with his weak shoulders.

Wen Ruoli suddenly felt a heavy weight on her shoulders.

She gritted her teeth and continued to persevere, but around her, there was a lot of unpleasant smell of alcohol.

Wen Ruoli's heart was extremely disgusted, but she had to keep persevering.

She gently pushed open the door and turned on the lights, and the whole room, which had been black at first, was now bright. ’

When Ou Jingbo returned home, he collapsed on the sofa, and then fell asleep.

Seeing this, Wen Ruoli shook her head helplessly; "It's a headache for a big man to drink so much wine when he encounters something."

Wen Ruoli found a comfortable blanket and covered it for Ou Jingbo.

I don't know if Ou Jingbo was dreaming or what, when Wen Ruoli was covering Ou Jingbo with a blanket, suddenly, Ou Jingbo grabbed Wen Ruoli's arm.

"Don't go, okay?"

Wen Ruoli didn't stand firm for a while, and suddenly fell into Ou Jingbo's arms. Wen Ruoli's entire body was as if he had been electrocuted, and a warm current poured into Wen Ruoli's heart.

However, Wen Ruoli felt that she should not be greedy for too long in this kind of warmth, so Wen Ruoli pushed Ou Jingbo away, stood up, and pulled her shirt.

At this time, Ou Jingbo opened his eyes.

"You have a good rest here, and I'll go make you a sobering soup." Then she turned and walked away.

Ou Jingbo wanted to remind Wen Ruoli because he found that Wen Ruoli had gone in the wrong direction.

"Ruoli, the kitchen is on your right-hand side!" Ou Jingbo frowned, but when he looked to the right-hand side, he found that there was no kitchen.

"Oh, no, what the hell is this place?" Only then did Ou Jingbo realize that it was not his home that he took the car back.

After a closer look, I found that Wen Ruoli had brought Ou Jingbo back to his home.

"Ruoli, how are you—"

Before the words fell, Wen Ruoli interrupted Ou Jingbo's speech: "You are drunk now, hurry up and rest, the sobering soup will be ready soon, you wait a little longer." ”

Ou Jingbo's heart was relieved.

"But why did you bring me here, I used to want to visit you at your house, but you kept you away, but now it's different.

Wen Ruoli was still busy in the kitchen, ignoring Ou Jingbo's words.

Ou Jingbo saw the delicate box on the table in front of the sofa, and inside it was the clay figurine he had just bought.

Maybe the old man is right, in love, it is the best thing to follow your own heart, and everything else is just a passing cloud. Ou Jingbo thought silently, as time went by, Ou Jingbo felt that his thinking was getting clearer and clearer.

At this moment, Wen Ruoli walked out of the kitchen and served a bowl of steaming decanting soup with her slender hand.

Ou Jingbo knew that he had to drink this bowl of decanting soup, so he took it.

"Ruoli, I still want to ask you, why did you bring me to your house?"

Ou Jingbo whispered.

At this moment, Ou Jingbo suddenly remembered some trivial matters.

After Ou Jingbo sighed, Ou Jingbo had doubts about what had just happened.

"I don't have the ones you need here, and I don't know what you've left with me."

Originally, Ou Jingbo didn't want to say this, but Wen Ruoli's words and deeds always made him feel strange.

Wen Ruoli suddenly approached Ou Jingbo, Ou Jingbo's heart beat faster, and his face began to redden.

Looking at Wen Ruoli from a close distance, Ou Jingbo only felt that Wen Ruoli was the most beautiful woman in the world, whether it was Wen Ruoli's previous appearance or her current appearance, in Ou Jingbo's heart, she was full marks.

"My men have fallen on you, so I'm going to bring you back." Wen Ruoli lowered his voice and said to Ou Jingbo, Ou Jingbo was sweating, and now, he couldn't believe his ears.

Ou Jingbo suddenly hugged Wen Ruoli in his arms, Ou Jingbo's arms were extremely warm, Wen Ruoli knew that in this world, in addition to his cronies, only Ou Jingbo was the closest to him.

In fact, when Ou Jingbo proposed to Wen Ruoli just now, Wen Ruoli's heart was very complicated.

Even if Wen Ruoli endured it at the time, but afterwards, she cried in a corner for a long time, but Wen Ruoli kept telling herself that no matter what happened, whether she was happy or sad, she chose the road by herself, and she would not regret it.