Mo Qiuxi didn't want to waste the supper, so he ate it by himself.

She is not from such a rich family. She is not used to wasting things. She always thinks that it is not easy to get food.

Wen Qingzhu and Xia junjunjunhao drink together in the evening.

Both of them are people with worries. When they get drunk, they can be regarded as venting some emotions.

Xia Junzi Hao told himself that he was drunk just once.

Wen Qingzhu looked at him and said, "your body still can't drink so much wine."

"Qingzhu, how long can I persist in such a body? Even I don't know, I suppress all emotions, I plan to do things, you say are worth it

Wen Qingzhu knows the meaning of Xia junjunjunhao's words. He thinks that compared with Xia junjunjunhao, he is actually much better.

He can't say anything, he can only drink with him.

In fact, there is no solution to thousands of worries, but drunk, you can not think about anything, can sleep.

"Qingzhu, do you know? How I want to keep her. I want to... "

Finish saying this words, Xia Junzi Hao drank a full big glass.

Wen Qingzhu accompanied him to drink a cup, "I know that kind of mood, when I was drunk."

"No, Qingzhu, the situation between you and me is different. At that time, it was the woman who didn't cherish leaving you, but I, I hurt Yan'er, I hurt her. You don't know how much I want to leave her

I just stood upstairs and looked at her. She looked back several times. I almost couldn't control myself impulsively. I went downstairs and hugged her and told her not to go But I can't be so selfish I can't... "

Xia Junzi Hao seems to be half drunk. At this time, his eyes are red with scarlet color, as if he is suppressing some great emotion.

Wen Qingzhu looks at Xia Junzi Hao's painful appearance, and suddenly feels that nothing can comfort him.

Maybe the only thing that can comfort him is Xie Yan'er!

After drinking a lot of wine, Wen Qingzhu couldn't persuade Xia Junzi Hao.

The next day, Wen Qingzhu wakes up and asks aunt Lin to take care of Xia Junzi Hao. He also leaves.

When Wen Qingzhu came home, he saw his wife Mo Qiuxi sleeping on the sofa.

He looked at her as if his heart had been hit by something.

He sighed helplessly, went forward to embrace Mo Qiuxi, and wanted to take her back to the bedroom.

But as soon as he hugged her, she woke up.

Mo Qiu Xi is looking at Wen Qingzhu with confused eyes.

This kind of Mo Qiu Xi is undoubtedly beautiful. There is a unique beauty. She is not the same as she is clever and obedient on peacetime.

Wen Qingzhu bowed his head and kissed her lips. "Why did you fall asleep on the sofa? Didn't you go back to your bedroom and have a good rest?"

Mo Qiu Xi didn't explain anything, but said: "you drink a lot of wine, I'll wake up the soup for you."

Wen Qingzhu looks at Mo Qiuxi's busy figure and her beautiful back. There is an indescribable feeling in her heart. It seems that the feeling of getting along like this is also good.

But he knew that his heart was not throbbing with love.

He is sorry for Qiu Xi after all, and he wants to be good to her.

When Mo Qiuxi brought the sobering soup, Wen Qingzhu also handed Mo Qiuxi the dessert bag in his hand. "I passed by the dessert shop in the morning and bought it for you. You love sweets."

Mo Qiu Xi's heart was moved all of a sudden, and her eyes were moist with light.

Her hands trembled a little, and she took the dessert bag.