Tang Weiwan shook his head: "Don't worry about Young Master Jiang, I'll go and rest for a while first, you can do your own thing." ”

After speaking, Tang Weiwan stood up, stumbled into a box, and after entering, closed the door of the room again, and finally, sat down on the ground softly.

The moment she fell on the bed, four words appeared in her mind: drinking and mishapting.

She was so drunk that she closed her eyes and fell asleep.

She didn't know how long she had been asleep, she had a dream, in which she felt a person sitting next to her, and the invisible feeling of oppression made her sleep not very well.

She wanted to open her eyes, but she didn't have the strength.

In the end, the whole person fell into a deep sleep.

After waking up, it was already ten o'clock in the evening, she looked at the time, only to find that she had something bad, today, she didn't have time to see Sheng'er, this kind of longing spread in her heart, and her eyes were ruddy.

She sat up from the bed and turned on the light in her room.

It's okay if it's not opened, but I'm shocked when it opens, where is this still the lounge next to the banquet hall before?

This is clearly the guest room of Lu Beixiao Villa, she and Junwei slept here for one night, how could she forget?

The décor was exactly the same, and she was breathing heavily, and she remembered that she had slept in the banquet lounge.

Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

Tang Weiwan's mood was very complicated, she was happy and surprised, she didn't expect to come to the villa again so smoothly, which used to be their wedding room.

"Miss Tang, are you awake?"

Feng Bo's voice came from outside.

Tang Weiwan missed Uncle Feng very much, she hurriedly suppressed some excitement, and responded softly: "Well, wake up......"

Then, she got out of bed, and when she got up, she was still groggy, and when she arrived at the door, she opened the door for Feng Bo again, and when she saw his face, the closeness suddenly made her look soften: "Feng Bo." ”

Feng Bo seemed a little surprised, but he didn't expect her to know him: "Miss Tang, Mr. is waiting for you downstairs for dinner." ”

Tang Weiwan nodded: "Okay, I'll come down immediately, thank you." ”

Feng Bo nodded, and turned to leave.

Tang Weiwan stood here, breathing the air in the room, with a little jasmine fragrance, such a taste, such a sense of intimacy, it made her have the illusion that she had never left.

It seems that she is still the chief's wife, the hostess of this small mountain house.

She collected all her emotions, went downstairs, and walked straight into the dining room, where she saw him leaning back in his chair reading the newspaper from a distance, and didn't seem to notice her coming.

When Feng Bo saw her, he greeted with a smile: "Miss Tang, take a seat here." ”

"Thank you." Tang Weiwan nodded.

Lu Beixiao heard her voice, so he put down the newspaper, leaned back on the seat, folded his legs comfortably, and passed his deep and hot gaze, looking careless, and very intriguing. Your home? ”

Lu Beixiao pursed his lips and smiled, looking at her eyes and smiling deeply, but it was incomprehensible, and his voice was as strong as the aroma of wine: "It seems that Miss Tang is really strong enough to drink." ”

Tang Weiwan: "......"

He's not answering the question at all!

She pursed her lips, and suddenly felt his gaze burn more and more, making her cheeks suddenly hot, she staggered her gaze from him without moving, and looked at the dishes on the table: "Thank you Chief Lu for your hospitality, it's just that I should go back." ”