Sick pet: Fu Shaonuan's wife has to be coaxed

Chapter 89 037: You still want to give me money?
There are two huge speakers next to the dance floor. Heavy metal rock music hits the eardrums, and the frequency of strobe lights is faster than breathing, making people dizzy.

Mu Jinyue felt that maybe the background sound was too noisy, and she heard it wrong.

"What did you just say?" she asked.

Fu Yan glanced at her, and raised his voice slightly, "I said, wolfberry tea is also for you."

As he spoke, he pushed the cup of tea over.

The goji berry tea in the high-end club looks very appetizing.A faint light orange liquid with a layer of evenly sized goji berries.The outside of the glass is cut with some edges and corners, dotted with fine rhinestones, which is easy to hold and reflects mottled lights, like a galaxy flickering.

But no matter how beautiful it is, it can't change the essence of this book of wolfberry tea!
Especially with a cup of yogurt next to it, Mu Jinyue just felt a headache, "You used to go to the bar, did you have that much?"

Fu Yan shook his head.

Mu Jinyue laughed, pointed at the thing in front of him and asked him: "Then can you tell me what you think today?"

She supported her chin with one hand, swayed left and right, and looked like she would fall down in the next second, which made Fu Yan a little worried.

But she didn't realize it yet, she didn't hear the answer and thought it was because her voice was too low and was covered by the music, and she pretended to move closer to him.

As soon as she moved, Fu Yan's eyelids jumped, and he subconsciously raised his hand to help.

"Want to know?" He narrowed his eyes to look at her, his dark eyes reflected those charming eyes.

Mu Jinyue's mind was in a mess, but her instincts were still there. Knowing that he couldn't say some things, she laughed and changed the subject: "Forget it, it's not important anyway. What's important is that drinking hot goji berries in the bar will spread the word to me. Do you want to save face?"

She made jokes, but Fu Yan was not going to let her go, and asked: "Is tea not important, or am I not important?"

"Aren't they all about the same?"

"It's not the same." Fu Yan pursed his lips, and there was a little more stubbornness in his eyes.

Mu Jinyue looked at him for two seconds, then suddenly hooked her lips, raised her hand, and pulled him closer by his tie.

Fu Yan didn't know how other girls pulled people's ties. He had never paid attention to it, and he was not curious, but he felt that Mu Jinyue's action was too provocative.

It's not holding and pulling, it's hooking, the tip of the index finger almost scratches the entire Adam's apple, and then buckles it from the neckline, pulling hard together with the tie and the first button.

Caught off guard, there was only a few centimeters between him and her.

The scene is like a frame-by-frame receding picture, the noise in the ear is cut off, only the hazy eyes of the person in front of him, and the light and interlaced nose.

When she spoke, she smelt of alcohol and smelled intoxicating, "Are you so curious about my thoughts?"

Fu Yan didn't hide, looked at her and said loudly, "Yes."

Mu Jinyue smiled, and said in an unclear tone, "Then if I say, it doesn't matter whether it's tea or you."

This time Fu Yan didn't answer. He looked at her with dark eyes, as if there was an undercurrent surging, and the light and shadow were ups and downs, and it took a long time for him to regain his composure.

His voice was low and hoarse: "You drink too much and everything you say is drunk, why should I believe it?"

Mu Jinyue raised her eyebrows and twitched the corners of her mouth, "Haven't you heard a sentence, when you tell the truth after drinking, drunken words have the highest credibility."

"So you're drunk now?"

Mu Jinyue didn't speak, feeling that he was setting herself up.

She let go and was about to retreat to her position, but Fu Yan stretched out his hand and wrapped her waist around her, exerting a little force.

Then leaned over and got closer.

Mu Jinyue's pupils shrank suddenly, she tilted her head, and her hot lips fell on her cheek.

She could even feel the corners of his mouth twitching, like a smile.

"Fu Yan!" She pushed hard, but instead of pushing, she shouted at him angrily, "Are you crazy!"

"Of course not," Fu Yan calmed down, his arms still imprisoned her, his voice was loose, he lowered his head and kissed her, and whispered in her ear: "The smell of cosmetics is really bad." He missed the little girl a little. Light, refreshing mint fragrance.

Mu Jinyue could feel the burning heat on her face, "It doesn't smell good, you still don't let go!"

"It's okay, it's bearable."

"Is this a question of whether you can bear it?" Mu Jinyue was almost laughed at by him.

"Isn't it?" Fu Yan asked back, rubbing his chin on her shoulder, with a little bit of a smirk in his tone, a little bit of ruffian: "You're all drunk, the kind of drunk who knows everything To the extent that I can still realize what I'm doing? Besides, the hormones are the most active state after drinking, aren't they?"

Mu Jinyue choked up, and her somewhat dull brain, paralyzed by alcohol, didn't know how to refute.

If she was awake, she would be able to think of more than a dozen arguments every minute to round up this seemingly contradictory matter, but now, she was completely led astray by Fu Yan.

Either you admit that you are not drunk, then the "tell the truth after drinking" just now is not true, if you admit that you are drunk, you can't hide now...

Mu Jinyue was still struggling, and felt the other party's hand covering her shoulders, pinching the edge of her gauze, and exerting a little force——

"Fu Yan!" She was so anxious that her eyes were red, and she couldn't choose what to say: "Even if you are going crazy, you should change the place!"

Fu Yan gave a low laugh, and patted her on the head lightly, "What are you thinking?" He jokingly said, "No matter how desperate I am, I can't choose this kind of place."

Mu Jinyue was slightly startled, looked down, and was immediately embarrassed.

He's not pulling down, but up...

"You don't feel like your coat is slipping down to your shoulders?"

Mu Jinyue's arrogance suddenly weakened, "I didn't pay attention." After only a second, she stared at him with a straight face again: "Isn't it because you suddenly—"

Suddenly hug and kiss again!
"I apologize." Fu Yan was kind and sincere, "I'm sorry, I was wrong."

Mu Jinyue's anger was aroused by his words, she couldn't go up, she couldn't go down, she was stuck in the middle and felt uncomfortable, and she didn't know how to vent it.

More dizzy.

"Forget it," she frowned, "I don't want to talk to you now."

Fu Yan looked innocent, "But I haven't finished talking yet."

Mu Jinyue glanced at him without asking, but the meaning in his eyes was obvious.

'If you have something to say, hurry up, don't keep it up. '

Fu Yan hooked his lips, opened his thin lips lightly, and his low voice was very provocative.

"Not here, but you can change to a place where there is no one."

Mu Jinyue didn't react immediately, "What?"

Fu Yan's eyes were deep, he suddenly raised his hand, and touched the edge of her neckline with his fingertips.

Under the fingertips, half of the tulle is smooth, while the other half has a delicate and warm touch, which made him rub it lightly unconsciously, but he didn't dare to use any strength, and he was completely reluctant to take his hand back.

Mu Jinyue was already bewildered by his hooliganism, and her mind was muddled.

She was about to dodge, but Fu Yan sighed, his black pupils seemed to be shining like stars, deep and bright.

"It's a pity..." He sighed, with a regretful tone: "You are underage."

Mu Jinyue: "...Fuck!"

*
The next morning, before dawn, Mu Jinyue woke up, her pupils focused instantly, she sat up and frowned slightly, looking around.

From the looks of it, it should be a suite on the top floor of the clubhouse.

She was still wearing yesterday's skirt, and she didn't even take off her outerwear, but after sleeping, the wrinkles were obvious, and she still smelled faintly of alcohol.

When her consciousness came back, Mu Jinyue also knew that she drank too much last night.

I can't even remember a lot of things, I only vaguely remember Fu Yan ordering her a cup of... hot goji berry, and my speechless mood.

"I'm careless..." She has a good drinker, at least this big, and has never been drunk.

Or it should not be said that drinking is good, but restraint, which will tense the nerves and keep seven points sober.

But yesterday...

Mu Jinyue raised her hand and pinched the center of her eyebrows, and suddenly felt something was wrong.

There was a soft knock at the door, and Fu Yan walked in lightly, carrying two paper bags. He met Mu Jinyue's clear eyes, and was taken aback for a moment, unable to react.

Mu Jinyue was much calmer than him, at least on the surface.

"You helped me remove my makeup?"

Fu Yan let out an "ah" and nodded.

"Thank you," Mu Jinyue got up, put on the disposable slippers in the suite, raised her arms and smelled them, a little disgusted with herself, "Can you ask the waiter to bring a set of clothes, I want to take a shower."

Fu Yan raised the bag in his right hand: "I have asked them to send a set, new and washed."

Mu Jinyue stepped on the slippers, took the bag, said thank you again, then walked around him with her things and walked into the bathroom.

After closing the door, Mu Jinyue let out a long breath.

She raised her hand to touch her earlobe hidden under her hair, and it felt a little hot.

She pursed her lips, forcing herself to stop thinking about it.

*
Hearing the lock of the bathroom, Fu Yan came back to his senses.

His eyes fell on the slightly messy bed, and he raised his eyebrows, a little dissatisfied.

That girl, are you a little too calm?

After all, there was someone outside. Mu Jinyue only took a bath for 10 minutes, and when she got out, she even dried her hair.

Fu Yan had just put out the breakfast in another bag, and when he heard the sound, he looked up, and a trace of regret flashed across his eyes.

But soon, his eyes fell on Mu Jinyue's arm, a little gloomy and cold.

"Is this the little injury you were talking about?"

Mu Jinyue shrank her arms back uncomfortably.

Because it was summer, the waiter prepared short sleeves and cropped pants. By the time she found out, the tulle jacket from yesterday had been soaked in water and she couldn't wear it anymore.

The naked exposure of the wound made her a little uncomfortable.

"It just looks scary." Mu Jinyue said nonchalantly.

It wasn't very painful, but the wound was red and swollen, bruised and bruised.

Fu Yan still had a cold face, turned around and walked out in vain.

"..."

Mu Jinyue blinked, feeling a little dazed.

This is gone?

Angry?
Because of what?
Mu Jinyue was bewildered, and her stomach began to sing empty city tricks.

So much happened last night that she didn't even have time to eat, no wonder she's so hungry now.

She fluttered her nostrils, pursed her lips, and sat down at the dining table to eat.

No matter why he is angry, men with uncertain weather are the most troublesome.

10 minute later.

Just as Mu Jinyue picked up the last shrimp dumpling, the door of the room was pushed open, her hand was unsteady, and with a click, the shrimp dumpling fell to the ground.

She sighed regretfully, and raised her head while asking, "It's check-out time..."

The sound stopped abruptly.

The monstrously handsome face at the door was dark and gloomy, and the brows were even stained with evil spirits. Mu Jinyue's heart skipped a beat, and she looked down at the messy breakfast table.

Two bowls of porridge, different tastes, she thought Fu Yan would not come back, so she drank some of them, the empty plate was for shrimp dumplings, and the last one was still quietly at her feet, steamed dumplings don't like to eat, So I took a bite and put it back, only half of the crab roe buns looked normal...

Mu Jinyue sneered, her tone a little unnatural: "...Why are you back?"

Eyes dodged, very guilty, very embarrassed!

So what's the situation now?
She was drunk, and the other party kindly took care of her all night, and prepared breakfast and clothes, but she ate breakfast all by herself?

Mu Jinyue glanced at him quietly again, wanting to cover her face even more.

It was still when someone bought her medicine!
How did he come back?Why not just go straight away!
Fu Yan's mood was obviously also very complicated, but it didn't look like anger, but more like amused and...helpless.

He came over and put the gauze and ointment on the table heavily, and the plastic bag rattled unwillingly, as if reminding her of something.

Mu Jinyue shrank her neck, pursed her lower lip, and explained calmly, "I thought you were back to school, so I ate breakfast... How much is it? I'll transfer the money to you."

After her words fell, Fu Yan was silent for two seconds, and asked her word by word: "Do you still want to give me money?"

(End of this chapter)