"You've already drank a lot today, why come to the bar?"

Mousse did not directly answer Zheng Xinyu's words, but stared at Zheng Xinyu with playful eyes: "I just told you those words today, don't you feel angry when you see me now?"

Zheng Xinyu lowered his head and said: "I have no reason to be angry, what you said is right, I really like Mr. Qi, and Mr. Qi is indeed someone I shouldn't like. Sister Jiaqi treats me so well, and I actually I fell in love with her husband, and I felt despicable."

Mousse didn't pay attention to what Zheng Xinyu said, and drank wine on his own. Zheng Xinyu didn't seem to want to tell Mousse what he said, she just wanted to let herself hear clearly, she opened her wound, bloody displayed in front of oneself.

It seems that only by doing this, can she keep telling herself that Qi Jingchen is not someone she can like.

Zheng Xinyu glanced at the wine bottle on the table: "Can I borrow a few glasses of your wine?"

Mousse glanced at Zheng Xinyu, took an empty glass, poured a glass of wine and put it in front of Zheng Xinyu.

Zheng Xinyu sat down beside Mousse, picked up the wine glass and poured it into his mouth.

"Cough cough cough..."

Mousse raised the corners of her lips and laughed mockingly: "If you don't know how to drink, drink slowly."

Zheng Xinyu's face flushed red, and he poured himself another glass of wine.

"This wine has a high alcohol content. If you get yourself drunk, I won't send you back."

Zheng Xinyu ignored Mousse, and the two of them sat on the booth, each drinking their own wine.

Who knew that Zheng Xinyu, who didn't drink much, was not drunk, but Mousse was drunk instead.

Looking at Mousse lying on the table, Zheng Xinyu put down the wine glass in his hand, reached out and patted Mousse's shoulder lightly a few times: "Mousse!"

Mousse raised his eyes and looked at Zheng Xinyu in a daze, before lying down again after a while.

Zheng Xinyu reached out and shook Mousse's shoulder a few times, but Mousse didn't respond at all: "Mousse, wake up."

But Mousse was completely drunk and couldn't hear Zheng Xinyu's voice at all. Zheng Xinyu looked at the surrounding environment and couldn't leave Mousse here.

She called for a substitute driver, but in desperation she had no choice but to take Mousse back to her home.

After Zheng Xinyu threw Mousse on the sofa, Mousse opened his eyes in a daze: "Where is this?"

Zheng Xinyu got a glass of warm water and put it in front of Mousse: "This is my home. You got drunk at the bar. I don't know where your home is, so I can only bring you back."

"Drink, yes, I want to drink!"

Zheng Xinyu put the cup into Mousse's hand: "You've already drunk like this, what are you still drinking?"

Mousse took a sip from the cup, then put the cup back: "This is not wine, I don't want to drink this!"

"You can't drink any more, you've had enough, go to bed."

Mousse looked straight into Zheng Xinyu's eyes.

Zheng Xinyu looked at the inexplicable tenderness in Mousse's eyes, and her face flushed red: "You...why are you looking at me like that?"

Mousse hugged Zheng Xinyu into his arms vigorously: "Wenwen, you are back, you are finally back, don't leave me anymore, okay?"

Knowing that Mousse had admitted herself wrongly, Zheng Xinyu struggled desperately: "Mousse, I'm not Jiang Wenwen, let go quickly."

"Wenwen, why do you want me to let go, I will never let go in my life, you are finally back, you don't know how happy I am now."

There was a bit of pain in Mousse's tone, Zheng Xinyu couldn't bear to push Mousse away, but he didn't expect that Mousse drank himself like this because he missed Jiang Wenwen so much.

He usually looks like a bit of a playboy, but he didn't expect to be so affectionate. It has been so long since Jiang Wenwen left, and his pain still hasn't lessened.

Seeing Mousse like this, Zheng Xinyu felt a little soft-hearted, she reached out and patted Mousse on the back lightly a few times.

"You drank too much, go to sleep, okay?"

Mousse shook his head: "If I let go, you will definitely leave, Wenwen, I haven't dreamed of you for a long time, please don't leave, okay? Even if it's just a dream, I hope this dream won't wake up .”

"Mousse, I won't leave, you should take a good rest, or I will be angry."

"Don't, don't be angry, Wenwen, why are you so cruel, or you can sleep with me."

Mousse grabbed Zheng Xinyu's hand and walked towards the room. The moment Zheng Xinyu was pushed onto the bed by Mousse, she stretched out her hand between her and Mousse's chest in a panic.

"Mousse, don't be like this, take a good look, I'm not Jiang Wenwen, I'm Zheng Xinyu, I'm Zheng Xinyu!"

Mousse tried to open his eyes wide, and said in a panic: "Zheng Xinyu, you are Zheng Xinyu, where is Wenwen?"

Mousse stumbled to his feet, leaned against the wall and looked at Zheng Xinyu vigilantly.

Zheng Xinyu tidied up her hair, and looked at Mousse helplessly. With Mousse's current appearance, those who didn't know thought she bullied Mousse!
"Mousse, Jiang Wenwen has already left, it was just your illusion."

Mousse reached out and pulled his hair, and said with a bitter smile: "Illusion, yes, everything is an illusion. Wenwen has already left me completely, how could she still appear in front of me?"

Seeing Mousse like this, Zheng Xinyu felt even more uncomfortable. It was enough for him to fall in love with someone he shouldn't love. Mousse had such a deep affection for Jiang Wenwen, but Jiang Wenwen left completely. How could it be possible to let go.

Mousse usually looks very optimistic, but he didn't expect that when he was alone, he would look like this decadent.

Zheng Xinyu swallowed, reached out and patted Mousse's shoulder lightly: "Mousse, don't do this, Jiang Wenwen definitely doesn't want to see you like this."

Mousse raised his head and asked indifferently, "Do you still have wine at home?"

Zheng Xinyu did not expect that Mousse would ask this question again, and looked at Mousse with some astonishment.

"Are you in a bad mood today?"

Zheng Xinyu said bravely: "Is there anything wrong with my mood, I have already decided to let President Qi go."

"Why are you going to the bar if you've already let it go?"

Mousse's words were like a knife piercing Zheng Xinyu's heart, and she took out two bottles of Erguotou from the refrigerator in anger: "Don't you want to drink? Then I will drink with you."

"I didn't expect you still have white wine in your house?"

Mousse didn't even take the glass, opened the cap of the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth. Zheng Xinyu took a look at Mousse, and imitated Mousse's appearance, and poured himself wine.

Holding the wine bottle in his hand, Zheng Xinyu said dizzily, "Why? Why do I like Mr. Qi?"

Mousse smiled coldly: "It's easy to fall in love with someone like Jing Chen."

"But...but, I shouldn't...shouldn't have fallen in love with him. He's already married, and his wife is still Jiaqi...Sister Jiaqi, sister Jiaqi treats me...to me so well, if she knows, You must be very angry, right?"

Tears fell from Zheng Xinyu's eye sockets, she didn't even understand why she fell in love with Qi Jingchen.

"Take back this feeling, it will only hurt others and yourself."

"I... I know it too, but there are some things... I can't hide them if I want to. From now on... I will definitely... I will try my best not to meet Mr. Qi."

"Don't let Jiaqi know."

Zheng Xinyu smiled bitterly: "You... don't you also think I did it on purpose? Now... why tell me these things now?"

"I'm just worried that your liking will hurt Jiaqi."

"Mousse, you must... You must like Jiang Wenwen very much, otherwise... Otherwise, why would you even protect her good friend so much?"

……

"what!"

Zheng Xinyu looked at Mousse lying beside her in horror.

Mousse was also woken up by Zheng Xinyu's scream, and looked at Zheng Xinyu suspiciously.

"You, why are you here?"

Mousse reached out and grabbed his hair: "Didn't you bring me back last night?"

"I mean why are you in my bed?"

It was only then that Mousse realized that he lifted the quilt and took a look at his pants. Fortunately, his clothes were still on him.

"I drank too much last night and I don't know what happened."

Zheng Xinyu gave Mousse a push: "Hurry up and get down for me."

Mousse immediately stood up from the bed: "That...that, don't be angry, nothing happened to us last night."

"You go out first."

After Mousse left the bedroom, Zheng Xinyu reached out and slammed herself on the head twice. Naturally, she also knew that nothing happened between her and Mousse last night. What made her uncomfortable was that she confided in front of Mousse last night. things in your own mind.

I can no longer drink so much wine in the future, why did I say everything?

However, the mousse last night was something she had never seen before. The mousse in the bar was completely different from what she usually saw. Although she knew that mousse must have never forgotten Jiang Wenwen, she never did. I thought Mousse would be so painful.

The usual mousse must have hidden all his pain.

After Zheng Xinyu changed her clothes, she walked to the living room only to find that Mousse had packed up all the things in the living room.

Mousse sat on the sofa: "I'm sorry last night!"

Zheng Xinyu smiled helplessly: "It's okay, um... um, do you want to take a shower? You smell too strongly of alcohol."

Mousse sniffed his own scent, and it was indeed a bit heavy.

"I'll go back and wash it."

"You look like this, which taxi driver will take you back, you go to wash first, I will go to the mall to buy you a set of clothes."

After finishing speaking, Zheng Xinyu left. The house she rented was near the shopping mall, and she soon came back with her clothes. When she returned to the living room, Mousse was still in the bathroom.

"I left my clothes by the door."

When Mousse came out of the shower, a scent came from the kitchen. He hadn't eaten since he left the restaurant yesterday. Now that he smelled the scent, he felt a little hungry.

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