Chapter 8: Uncontrollable heart

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After three glasses of high-concentration liquor, Qiao Yu already had some drunkenness and her cheeks were flushed. She tried to drink again, but was pressed by him: "Don't drink it."
"Who are you, why do you care for me?"
She sneered and threw him away, going crazy with wine.
Gu Feihan's face was ugly, so he got up and left, and Qiao Yu directly took the bottle to dry.
Seeing that most of the two bottles of Erguotou had fallen, she still didn't mean to stop.
Gu Feihan, who had just walked a few steps, stepped back and took the bottle in her hands, pulled her up and paid off.
Qiao Yu had been a bit unsteady at this moment, and hung nonsense on him in a crooked manner.
"When you first met you, you dismissed me like you do now, but then I was chased by me in a mess, so... I know you are not willing to marry me, but I still care about everything. I married you, I thought that as long as I work hard, I will definitely make you change your mind, I really really love you."
Gu Feihan listened to her chatter quietly, and did not say anything.
He had intended to directly find a garbage dump and threw her halfway, and then the ghost staggered to hug her sideways, tucked into the Rolls-Royce on the roadside, and brought home all the way.
"Master..."
When the female housekeeper heard the car greet her, she saw Gu Feihan get out of the car holding drunk Qiao Yu. She was about to ask what happened. Qiao Yu turned her head and vomited him.
The smell of sour fluttering in the air, pungent and unpleasant, the female housekeeper looked at the two passing by in front of her as if nothing had happened, hesitated for a moment, and stepped up to follow: "Master, let me give you the young lady, I will help She goes to wash."
"No need." Gu Fei coldly avoided her outstretched hand, and walked into the house holding Qiao Yu, "Call the kitchen to make a bowl of decoction and bring it to my room."
The housekeeper nodded: "Yes."
When the hangover soup was delivered, Gu Feihan just came out of the bathroom with the freshly washed Qiao Yu.
He put her on the bed and turned to prepare for the decoction, but Qiao Yu suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him down on him: "Don't go..."
Upon seeing this, the servant put the bowl in his hand on the bedside table and turned back.
"Gu Feihan, do you love me?"
Qiao Yu smiled bitterly, his hands caught his neck, and there was a little wetness in his eyes: "If there is no hatred between us, will you love me like I love you?"
Gu Feihan kept his lips silent, staring at her one closed lips, suddenly looking like she was bewitched, and bowed her head to kiss.
A few minutes later, the clothes of the two were half-retired, and when a trace of coolness came, he realized what he was doing, pushed her away vigorously and got up, hurried to the balcony.
The back view is a bit like running away.
When Qiao Yu woke up, Gu Feihan was no longer there. Her head was so groggy that she couldn't remember what happened last night.
She got up and looked around, only to find that she had returned to the place where she had lived for two years.
There was a bowl of cold hangover soup on the bedside table, a divorce agreement and a cheque of 5 million yuan. Although the amount could not make her spend the rest of her life, normal life should be enough.
She fetched those two things and looked at the divorce agreement in a daze, until the housekeeper came to call her before she recovered.