Liang Zhihuan followed Fu Ang to the place, which she had never been to before, and it looked like a private club.

"What's wrong with the leg?" Fu Ang noticed Liang Zhihuan's slightly awkward walking posture and asked.

She subconsciously shrank her legs, "It's nothing." ”

Fu Ang stared at Liang Zhihuan's legs, although she deliberately covered it up, but-

After the two went in, Liang Zhihuan was sure that Fu Ang didn't lie to her, there was indeed everything here, drinking and playing, full of tricks.

"Satisfied?" Fu Ang looked at Liang Zhihuan, who was quite interested in wine, and asked.

"Hmm."

Although there was a lot of drinking and playing here, it was clear that the little girl was more interested in wine than in those jokes at the moment.

She's in a bad mood.

Fu Ang saw through it at a glance.

And—

"Don't you want to play? What's the point of just drinking. When Liang Zhihuan was about to pour wine again, Fu Ang spoke.

Liang Zhihuan looked sideways, Fu Ang's chin raised, and his gaze fell on the two sieve cups on the disposal table not far away, "Let's play a few games." ”

Liang Zhihuan didn't think about it, Fu Ang asked her to help get the sieve cup. Unexpectedly, she just got up and took two or three steps, and her wrist sank suddenly.

She didn't realize that the person had been dragged over, and stumbled into the position sitting next to the man, "Mr. Fu? ”

"What are you doing?!" Liang Zhihuan grabbed Fu Ang's hand with a spirit.

Fu Ang's fingertips pressed slightly, put aside her block, and rolled up her loose trouser legs, and the white calves came into the man's eyes, accompanied by obvious red marks on the calves.

"How?" The man asked, in a suppressed voice.

Liang Zhihuan frowned and didn't want to say more, "This has nothing to do with Mr. Fu." ”

"Who got it?" Fu Ang insisted.

"I accidentally touched it myself." Liang Zhihuan still didn't want to spit out. For her, although Fu Ang is already her fiancé, there is no affection between them, and she has no responsibility and obligation to inform him about these things.

Fu Anding looked at Liang Zhihuan, who was stubbornly insisting, and he didn't force it anymore, but he didn't plan to let go. He reached out and took out two vials and cotton swabs from the coffee table drawer next to the couch, and was about to give her medicine.

"Mr. Fu, don't bother."

"Don't move." The man's voice was low and there was a hint of unhappiness, and the eyes that met Liang Zhihuan were even sharper, and she was not allowed to refuse.

"Hiss-pain-" The coolness of the ointment made her snort.

Fu Ang glanced at it, and his movements became a little lighter.

Liang Zhihuan raised his eyes and touched the man's side face under the light.

Fu Ang is really good-looking, with a high nose bridge, thick eyebrows, and thin lips. Liang Zhihuan thought about it, if it weren't for his disabled legs, Haicheng would be afraid of more girls who wanted to marry him.

"The last time I saw you at home, you hurt your forehead and accidentally knocked it, and this time you accidentally knocked it, and you were really careless." Fu Ang lowered his eyes and said as he took the medicine.

Liang Zhihuan pursed his lips and was silent. After the medicine was applied, Liang Zhihuan retracted his leg and glanced at the table, "Isn't Mr. Fu going to play with a sieve?" ”

Fu raised his eyebrows. The two of them played with a sieve cup each.

The way to play the sieve cup is nothing more than that, and the two compare the size of the points. This was a game of luck, and she didn't know what was wrong today, she played a few games in a row, but only lost one.

Those who lose will be punished for drinking, Liang Zhihuan's drunkard intention is on those wines, she has been winning, and the opportunity to drink has fallen to Fu Ang.