Feng Feng didn't think much about it, took the bag and went out, took a car on the street, the driver asked her where she was going, she couldn't tell, thought about it for a while, and decided to go to Ye Jia's house in the suburbs, which was his own property, originally, in her name, after the divorce, it was completely returned to him.

She is familiar with Ye Jia's place, only here.

It was already dusk, the plantain was sluggish, the bamboo leaves were dry and yellow, and the whole yard was empty, without a trace of popularity.

The door was wide open, she was very surprised, why didn't Ye Jia even close the door, and she wasn't afraid of thieves running in?

Inside, it's even worse, it's a mess, it's messy, there are empty wine bottles everywhere, and there are some books and miscellaneous items that have been knocked over on the ground......

She went straight in, and in the living room, she saw a man lying on the sofa, holding a bottle of wine and drinking happily.

How could Ye Jia hide in the house and drink alone?

She walked up to him lightly, but he didn't notice it at all, still lying on the sofa, leaning his neck and drinking wildly, a lot of wine dripping down his neck and onto his clothes, and he didn't care. The extremely strong smell of alcohol and the smell of vomiting almost made Feng Feng faint, it was simply disgusting.

Looking at Ye Jia on the sofa again, it was like a different person, his beard was unshaven, his eyes were red, and overnight, it seemed that his cheekbones were towering, and his sideburns had added a few strands of gray hair.

How could such an indulgent person be Ye Jia?

What about his restraint, patience, and gentlemanly demeanor?

As soon as the beautiful man indulged, he was no different from the homeless man on the street.

She held back the anger in her heart, walked over, dragged the wine bottle in his hand, easily snatched it down, threw it in the trash can, and said coldly: "Ye Jia, what are you crazy about?" ”

He looked at her blankly, as if he didn't know who she really was.

"Ye Jia, shouldn't you be celebrating today? What does a person drink at home? ”

He was still dazed, as if he didn't understand what she was talking about.

She stretched out her hand to push him: "Ye Jia, what are you doing stupidly?" People have a celebration banquet, what is your attitude?? Li Huan said, Ms. Yang gave the loan because of your face, but you didn't go, what do you mean? Pull the ladder up behind you? Got a benefit and turned his face and didn't recognize people? ”

He was still silent.

Feng Feng looked at his innocent eyes, and he was furious. This man, is he pretending to be crazy? Did you do it on purpose? It wasn't who persecuted him before, but now he is as pitiful as a vagabond, and he can't bear to look at him directly.

She turned to find clothes for him: "Hurry up and freshen up, it's still time to attend the banquet......"

He was not completely drunk, as if he could still recognize her, called "Xiaofeng", suddenly jumped up, grabbed her and held her in his arms.

"Ye Jia, you're crazy......"

She pushed him desperately.

"Xiaofeng ......"

He was so tight that she couldn't break free, and he lowered his head almost fiercely and kissed her.

A huge panic arose, Feng Feng used all his strength, freed up a hand, and slapped him in the face with a single slap. As soon as Ye Jia let go of his hand slightly, Feng Feng immediately took a few steps back, picked up a cup of cold tea on the coffee table, and poured it on his head.

Cold water was poured on his head, and there was a moment of soberness.

Ye Jia stood in place, as if he didn't understand what he had done.

Feng Feng glared at him a few times, and tears finally fell from his eyes. What is it that makes Deye Jia so unscrupulously indulgent?

"Xiaofeng ......"