Chapter 1057

Zhou hanruo returned to the kitchen and took out a bottle of wine and two tall glasses.

The furnishings in the villa have hardly changed, so what she wants to take is still within reach.

"How about a drink after a long absence?" Zhou hanruo shook the bottle in his hand and said with a smile.

Tang Jiyang looks at her with his eyes closed, still lips closed.

Zhou hanruo sat opposite him and opened the wine with the bottle opener. It was probably that the cork was too tight. She didn't open it even after half a sound. Her beautiful eyebrows and hearts were all frowning together.

After Zhou hanruo's attempts and efforts failed, she finally gave up, and then looked up to Tang Jiyang, who was sitting opposite.

Tang Jiyang also looked at her, eyes in the mood some complex and light mockery. She's always been like this. When she meets something she can't make sure of, she looks at him with big innocent eyes. Then he will disarm and surrender.

This time, it seems no exception. He took the bottle and bottle opener from her hand, easily pulled out the piston, and slowly poured the wine into the crystal goblet.

Then he picked up the goblet in front of him and drank it up.

Zhou hanruo shakes his glass, puts it on his nose and sniffs it. The wine is very good, and sends out the mellow aroma of grapes. She doesn't drink well. She basically drinks one cup, but if she drinks less, she shouldn't be too drunk.

She held the glass and was about to drink it. Tang Jiyang seized it and drank it all at once.

Zhou hanruo frowned slightly and looked at him alone. He drank a whole bottle of wine in silence.

She blinked thick long eyelashes, thinking: all say deep feeling, he is to see her come back from the other side of the ocean alive, too happy?

But Tang Jiyang's deep face was not happy at all, even his whole body was cold.

The atmosphere was a little stiff. He didn't speak, just looked at her all the time, deep eyes seemed to roll with the whirlpool.

Zhou hanruo, no matter how cheeky he is, is not at ease. In fact, she had a lot of words to say to him. She thought about him every day for more than 1000 days and nights when they were separated. However, when the words reached her mouth, she did not know where to start.

At last, she just said dryly, "drink too fast and get drunk easily. I'll make sober tea."

Zhou hanruo said, stood up from the sofa, but before he started, Tang Jiyang held his arm and pulled it into his arms.

He locked her tightly in his chest. His hand was heavy with wine, but it didn't smell bad.

She didn't know if he was really drunk, so she didn't move, just quietly, let him hold himself.

Tang Jiyang's lips slowly pasted on her ears, and her voice was hoarse and almost sad: "do you still know to come back? I thought you would never come back. No, no! Zhou hanruo, you can really do what you say. "

His voice was hoarse, quiet and low, but almost to the point of grief.

Zhou hanruo's eyes are red, and some want to cry. She endured the impulse of tears, just to explain, but he suddenly pushed her away, and quickly walked upstairs.

Then there was a loud slam on the door upstairs.

Zhou hanruo Leng is in place, wiping the tears around his eyes. Thought to myself: I haven't changed at all. I'm still so sullen.

She sighed heavily, then picked up the wine bottle and goblet that fell over the table, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Zhou hanruo put on his apron, put the empty bottle into the recycling bucket, and then stood in front of the sink to clean the goblet. After the cup is washed, she puts it in, and wipes the water mark on the cup a little bit. After the quilt is wiped transparent and bright, it is put back into the wine cabinet.

Later, she turned on the gas, boiled the water, boiled the sobering tea, cooled and warmed it, and then brought it upstairs.

Zhou hanruo stood in front of the door, one hand holding sober tea, and raised the other hand to knock on the door.

After three thumps, the door opened.

Tang Jiyang stood in the door, looking at her with deep eyes.

"I'll make you sober tea." She said.

Tang Jiyang reached out to take the sobering tea and looked at her with his lips closed. Suddenly he asked, "where are you going to sleep?"

"Ah?" Zhou Hanif some did not keep up with his rhythm, Lengleng looked at him.

"Come in or go to the next room?" Said Tang Jiyang.

He didn't give her a third choice. Obviously, he didn't plan to let her back tonight.

Zhou hanruo is stupefied after half a sound, finally react to come over, look at him to ask, "where do you want me to sleep?"

Before he finished, he turned to enter the room with sobering tea, but the door was not closed, which was obviously to let her in.

Zhou hanruo lowers his head slightly, but his lips turn up unconsciously.

Tang Jiyang drank sobering tea and lay on the bed directly, leaving her a place on the right.

Zhou hanruo had already taken a bath before he came, there is no need to do it again. She went into the cloakroom, picked out a shirt and put it on. Then she went back to the bedroom and lay on his side.

After she lay down, Tang Jiyang turned off the wall lamp at the head of the bed, and the room fell into a dark moment.

The room was quiet enough to hear each other breathing.

They lie on a bed, covered with a quilt, but there is no intersection between them.

Zhou hanruo lies flat, blinking at the ceiling above his head. This bedroom, this bed, and the man beside her are all very familiar to her.

She finally came back and lay next to her beloved man. This is the scene that has appeared in her dream countless times.

Zhou hanruo was in a trance, even afraid that it was just a dream. She did not dare to close her eyes. She was afraid that when she closed her eyes, everything would disappear. When she opened her eyes again, what she saw was the dazzling white in the hospital. What she heard was the cold sound of medical equipment and the smell of disinfectant water that would never disappear in the air.

The feeling of worrying about gain and loss made her close to him, clinging to his strong back, and tears fell uncontrollably.

When she approached and hugged him, Tang Jiyang's body was slightly stiff. Before he could react, he could feel her trembling body and repressed crying.

Warm tears wet the cloth on his body. Tang Jiyang turns around in a panic and holds her in his arms.

Zhou hanruo's face was buried in his chest and he cried even more.

"What do you cry for? I am the one who is abandoned. I am the one who should cry." Tang Jiyang's deep and pleasant voice sounded, showing a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness.

"You deserve it." Zhou hanruo cried back.

He deserves it, yeah, he deserves it! Tang Jiyang thought, then smiled bitterly.

Zhou hanruo has been crying, but he never coaxes girls. Every time she cried, he had only one way to stop her mouth.

Tang Jiyang almost subconsciously lowered his head and kissed her soft and cool lips.

Kiss, from the initial four thin lips, a little bit become sentimental, even the temperature of the house is rising.

Tang Jiyang trapped her under her body. Unconsciously, she had unbuttoned her shirt buttons one by one.

A cool chest, Zhou hanruo suddenly regained consciousness, panic hands to push him.