Chapter 33: Drunk

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Ruan Yan felt his neck tingling for a moment, and was stunned. He did not expect that he would ask her for a gift, "You, are you drunk..."
The man did not respond, his lips went up, kissed her chin, and finally stayed in front of her red lips.
Close at hand.
"You don't even know my birthday."
He prodded her in a low voice.
Then he never told her.
Ruan Yan heard a hint of grievance from his words, and she asked softly: "Is today your lunar birthday?"
"Ok."
She pursed her lips and promised: "Then I will remember next time..."
Before she finished her words, her red lips were pressed against the warm lips, and the man directly sealed her lips.
Ruan Yan's eyes widened slightly, and his heart was beating like a drum. He felt that his kiss was full of drunkenness, and she immediately took all of her attention.
Zhou Mengyan must be drunk!
Otherwise, how could he suddenly kiss her...
His kiss was very strong, just like the last time she was in the bathroom, she didn't have the strength to push it away, and the force on her hand was getting lighter and lighter as her nose entangled.
Gradually, Ruan Yan was confused or drunk. He couldn't help but climbed his shoulders with his palms. He was lifted up with one hand, pressed tightly against the wall, and accepted his kiss.
Warm and lingering.
At the end of the corridor, Zhong Zhanjing silently watched this scene as if struck by lightning.
She covered her mouth, the next moment she quickly turned around and walked quickly to the box, and fled.
She just walked to the corner of the corridor and just turned around and saw the scene of the two kissing, the whole world collapsed.
And as soon as she looked at it, she knew who was taking the initiative.
She had never seen Zhou Mengyan look like this.
Zhou Mengyan, who had no love cells in her eyes and was not interested in the love of men and women, would take the initiative to kiss Ruan Yan.
Isn’t they a business marriage...
Isn’t it unfeeling...
Zhou Mengyan obviously doesn't care about Ruan Yan, he doesn't care about such a marriage...
Zhong Zhanjing had tears in her eyes and stood at the door of the box sobbing for a long time.
Fearing that Zhou Mengyan and Ruan Yan would return, she could only wipe away her tears quickly and desperately to ease her emotions.
She buried her head very low and pushed the door in.
Bai Xianyi and Teng Heng inside were playing with a sieve and drinking, only Zhao Yue noticed her return.
Zhong Zhan sat quietly next to Zhao Yue. The latter looked at her, saw her eyes flushed, and frowned: "What's wrong with you? Eyes are so red?"
Zhong Zhanjing shook her head and bit her lip. Zhao Yue could detect that her mood was not right, and lowered her voice: "Are you crying?"
"Stop talking..." She desperately suppressed the choking.
After the two men played a round of sieve, they looked at the two women, "It's boring for the two of us to play, sister Zhanjing, you two should join in too, right, where's Zhou Mengyan?"
Bai Xianyi: "Brother Meng Yan seemed to have taken his sister-in-law to go out just now."
"Yo-yo-yo, how come these two people haven't come back yet, don't they secretly make any small actions outside, right?" Teng Heng smiled, "Sure enough, some people are different when they are emotionally open."
Zhong Zhanjing was startled suddenly.
"What kind of feeling opens up?"
Teng Heng: "Sister, don't you see it tonight?"
"what?"
"Zhou Mengyan likes Ruan Yan!"
Zhong Zhan's heart sank again. Teng Heng looked at her blank eyes and took the initiative to talk about the last time Zhou Mengyan had put down his work for Ruan Yan. He rushed back from the field and admitted that he liked it personally. "But Ruan Yan is probably still confused. Now, Zhou Mengyan is crying after his wife."
Bai Xianyi rubbed the wine glass and smiled: "At the dinner table today, Brother Meng Yan is very concerned about his sister-in-law. This is the first time I have seen you."
Teng Heng: "Yes, who can think of Zhou Mengyan who was the first to be moved..."
Zhao Yue was stunned and looked at Zhong Zhanjing in shock.
what? !
Zhou Mengyan actually likes Ruan Yan? !
How could the two of them...
After listening to their conversation, Zhong Zhanjing leaned back in the chair, his eyes reddened.
Two minutes later, Zhou Mengyan returned with Ruan Yan, and when several people saw Ruan Yan's red lips and red complexion, they all smiled and couldn't tell.
Zhong Zhanjing retracted his gaze, suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the wine in hand, and poured his head up.
Cup after cup.
Bai Xianyi saw it and persuaded: "Sister, you drink less and get yourself drunk later."
She looked at Zhou Mengyan, who was paying attention to Ruan Yan all the time and gave her no eyes, and raised her mouth, "It's okay, happy today... I want to drink more."
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After coming out of the Jiangnan Club, Zhong Zhanjing saw that she was already drunk, and Zhao Yue said she was responsible for taking her back.
After saying goodbye to everyone, Zhao Yue helped her get into the car. Zhong Zhanjing covered her face with her palm, and she cried silently. Zhao Yue frowned distressedly and asked, "Did you see something outside?"
"I saw them kissing."
Zhong Zhanjing wanted to pull the corners of her mouth, but suddenly cried: "Zhou Mengyan really likes Ruan Yan...why..."
"Do you know, I have liked him for so many years, from the third year of high school to the present ten years, and in the end it was all empty, he finally has someone he likes, but it's not me..."
Why is the feeling God gave her so unfair.
She spent ten years, but she couldn't change Zhou Mengyan's heart.
"He hates noisy girls, so I make myself very quiet. He hates coriander. Every time I go out to eat, I will ask the waiter specifically. What he likes, I try to do it, and what he doesn't like, I remember. Clearly, I know him, even better than I know myself. I tried to get closer to him, but he never looked back at me..."
Zhao Yue embraced her, "Don't cry."
"Why is Ruan Yan, she only appeared next to Zhou Mengyan for half a year... Zhou Mengyan can like other girls who are better than me, but why is that Ruan Yan who is nowhere better than mine?!"
Zhong Zhanjing leaned on Zhao Yue's shoulder and cried bitterly.
Like someone for ten years, she can still pretend to be someone else in her heart.
All fell through.
She gets nothing.
The person she loved was robbed by Ruan Yan.
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Rolls Royce on the other side.
Zhou Mengyan and Ruan Yan got on the car. The man told the driver to return to the Yinan Mansion. Ruan Yan wondered, "Shall we not go back to the old house?"
The servants in the mansion are on holiday for the New Year, and there should be no one in them.
The man glanced at her without answering.
After returning to the mansion, at the entrance, Ruan Yan was pressed on the door by Zhou Mengyan as soon as he changed his slippers.
"Meng Yan..." She whispered his name softly.
He bit her red lips, the string in his head was about to break, and his voice was hoarse: "Stop screaming."
He finally stopped and carried her to the living room.
Ruan Yan always wondered why she would come back here. She didn't know Zhou Mengyan's thoughts until she was stripped of everything in the deserted villa and laid on the coffee table.
Damn, this person can unlock new scenes tonight again qwq.
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The next morning, the sky was bright, and the bedroom was brilliant.
Ruan Yan woke up in a daze, turned over, feeling that his whole body was about to fall apart.
She touched no one next to her, and then heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom. She recalled how the drunk man tossed her last night, her cheeks flushed.
I remember that when he carried her upstairs last night, the man walked up the stairs, stopped after two steps and smashed her against the wall a few times. If there was no one in the house, this person completely did what he wanted...
In the end, if not for her desperately begging for mercy, he would also take her to the balcony to sit on the swing chair QAQ.
Annoying!
After a while, Zhou Mengyan came out of the shower and saw the the bed immediately turned her back to him, as if she was not satisfied last night and refused to talk this morning.
He walked over.
Ruan Yan slumbered on his side, and then felt that someone was sitting in front of him.
"Ruan Yan, are you awake?"
She did not speak.
When Zhou Mengyan didn't like Ruan Yan before, she felt that she didn't feel anything in her heart, but after she liked her, she thought she was so cute no matter how she looked at it, like now, she seems to be acting like a baby.
As cute as last night.
The man pressed the corner of his mouth, "How long do you plan to pretend to sleep?"
After a few seconds, she couldn't pretend, half buried her face in the quilt, covering up the embarrassment of being punctured: "Why..."
He said: "I was drunk last night."
Ruan Yan was dumbfounded.
"Did I do anything?" he asked.
Ruan Yan quickly shook his head, remembering the kiss in the hallway, and his voice was very vague: "No... you didn't do anything."
Fortunately, he was really drunk and forgot.
She was relieved.
He curled his lips silently, and said again: "What kind of breakfast do you want?"
"Anything..."
"I'll go downstairs and have a look. Mom and Dad went out to see relatives today. They are not in the old house. We will continue to stay here today."
"Oh."
The man got up and left the bedroom, Ruan Yan also got up to wash.
Going downstairs for breakfast, Ruan Yan found that she and Zhou Mengyan were the only two in the villa today.
After breakfast, Zhou Mengyan went to the study to deal with the next routine. Ruan Yan returned to the bedroom and felt that his stomach was uncomfortable. Finally, he realized that his aunt was here.
It may be that I have drunk too much ice drink these days, and now the retribution of dysmenorrhea is coming.
At around ten o'clock in the morning, Zhou Mengyan walked back to the bedroom from the study and wanted to see Ruan Yan, when she found her lying in bed, looking upset.
"What's wrong? Uncomfortable?"
He stepped forward and sat on the edge of the bed.
Ruan Yan told him that he had dysmenorrhea. Zhou Mengyan frowned when she saw her uncomfortable. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"
She couldn't laugh or cry, "What kind of hospital go to..."
The man was a bit at a loss for a while, "...what should I do."
"I'm fine, you go to work first." She didn't want to disturb him either.
"I'm fine today."
Seeing his strong attitude, Ruan Yan looked like he had to help, and finally took the hot water bottle he was holding out of the quilt, "Then you can plug in the electricity and heat it up again."
Five minutes later, he returned with a hot water bottle, Ruan Yan smiled, "Thank you."
"What else is needed?"
Ruan Yan thought for a while, "You help me get the tablet."
He also did.
Then Ruan Yan suddenly realized that he was calling Zhou Mengyan? ! He actually listened to her? !
OMG...
She felt flattered, and immediately said: "Actually, I don't feel so painful now, it's okay, you can go to your own business, I will listen to the music."
"Yeah." Zhou Mengyan said something called him.
Walking out of the bedroom, he sat on the sofa in the living room, saw the wall clock on the wall, and found that it was approaching eleven.
No one was cooking at home at noon today. He originally planned to take her out to eat, but now it is estimated that the girl is too uncomfortable to get out of bed and can only eat at home.
Ordering takeaway is unhygienic, and he doesn't want her to eat unhealthy food during her holiday.
Thinking about going, he plans to make lunch for Ruan Yan himself.
He hates the smell of oily smoke, so since he was a child, he basically did not touch the sun and spring water. Even if he lives abroad, he does not need to worry about his three meals a day.
But now, he feels that cooking for Ruan Yan is not unacceptable.
On the contrary, he is happy.
So Zhou Mengyan began to look for recipes on the Internet, knowing that Ruan Yan loves noodles, he finally chose braised pork ribs noodles because he was in Sucheng's grandmother's house before, and Ruan Yan said that he likes braised pork ribs noodles very much.
According to the recipe, he first ordered the ingredients needed in the fresh supermarket on his mobile phone.
Twenty minutes later, the ingredients were delivered home.
He carried the bag and walked to the kitchen, then read the recipe roughly and began to understand the usage of the cooking utensils in the kitchen.
After studying for half an hour, he finally prepared all the ingredients.
Zhou Mengyan feels that although he rarely cooks, it will not be difficult if he does it.
When boiling water in the pot, he blanched the ribs first, then put the ribs in another pot, added spices and seasonings, etc., covered the pot and simmered.
He fished out the ribs and soup at the point, then he fished out the noodles, and finally put the noodles in the ribs soup, with a few hot vegetables on top.
That's it.
Zhou Mengyan saw the appearance and felt that he didn't need to taste it, he knew the taste was absolutely impeccable.
Holding two bowls of noodles, he went upstairs and opened the bedroom door.
Ruan Yan was still lying in bed listening to a book, feeling hungry, when she heard Zhou Mengyan tell her to get out of bed for lunch.
She lifted the quilt and got out of bed excitedly.
Sitting cross-legged on the carpet in front of the coffee table, Zhou Mengyan put the ribs noodles in front of her, Ruan Yan smelled the smell and was surprised: "What is this?"
"Braised pork ribs noodles."
Ruan Yan:! ! It's her favorite!
"Wow, this is... did you do it?"
Zhou Mengyan put the chopsticks in her hand and was silent for a moment, her voice flat:
"Order takeaway."
Ruan Yan also thought that he would never cook in person, and smiled: "It smells good."
"Try it."
Ruan Yan nodded, and the chopsticks slowly raised the noodles and put them in his mouth. Zhou Mengyan sat on the sofa, watching her eat, imagining the way she praised her, and her lips couldn't help but convulse.
However, Ruan Yan just took a mouthful of his face, frowning suddenly, and almost vomiting out:
"what is this……"
His face suddenly froze, "What's the matter?"
"This noodle is so horrible..." Ruan Yan took a sip of the soup unwillingly, her face wrinkled, and she was crying horribly: "Meng Yan, where do you order takeaway? It's unpalatable, I must give him a bad review qwq..."
Zhou Mengyan's face turned black.
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The confident Mr. Zhou overturned the car again on the road chasing his wife.
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