The sweet wife of the rich and wealthy: good night, sir

Uncle Sun brought her a bottle of red wine. Seeing her like this, he didn't know how to persuade her.I can only ask, "Is Madam not eating dinner?"

Xia Ying said faintly, "I don't have an appetite..." She glanced at the empty restaurant. Although there were still some people standing beside her, the person she most wanted to see was not by her side.

This home is no longer her original home. Xia Ying pursed her lips, took the quilt and poured a full cup, picked it up and drank it with her head raised.

The taste of red wine rippled in the throat, and finally sank to the heart and exploded.

Cup after cup, and soon the bottle is gone!

But she felt that it was not enough, her heart still hurt, she wanted to continue anesthetizing herself, even if it was only for a short time!

"Uncle Sun, go get another bottle!" Xia Ying looked at him and said, her cheeks were already flushed, and she looked a little drunk.

Uncle Sun stood aside and said, "Ma'am, you are drunk."

Xia Ying smiled and said, "Are you drunk? But why don't I feel it?" Tears flowed down her face as she spoke, and she said, "Look, I can still feel myself crying..."

Uncle Sun's heart tightened, so he could only step back and get her another bottle.

And Xia Ying has always been a bad drinker, and the stamina of a bottle of red wine is enough for her, but she drank two bottles.

"Madam, it's getting late, let's go back to the room early to rest!" Uncle Sun said again, motioning for the maid to help her upstairs.

With the wine bottle in her hand, Xia Ying stood up unsteadily, "I don't need your help, I can..." After finishing speaking, she repeated, "I can..."

She did go upstairs by herself, but she didn't go back to her room.

Standing in this master bedroom, all she could think about was scenes from the past.

He said that this would be her home in the future, but what kind of home is a home without family members?

"Big liar... big liar..." She muttered and cursed, standing at the window with tears in her eyes.

She seemed to still be able to see the fireworks that night, as well as the laughter of the people downstairs...

Xia Ying turned around, wondering if she could see Ye Han?That night he hugged her from behind...

She was drunk, really drunk, because when her consciousness was hazy, she seemed to see Yehan.

He picked her up from the carpet, his warm chest was next to her face, and his steady heartbeat could be heard.

"Yehan..." She was warmed by the temperature, and when she opened her eyes, she really saw him.

"Why do you want me to let go?" His voice came slowly, and it was the same as in memory, without sarcasm, without doubt... He was pity her...

"Don't go, Yehan...don't go..." She grabbed his hand, grabbed it very hard, pressed her slightly warm lips, and murmured to herself, "Don't go, don't go find someone else woman……"

And his eyes were also painful at that moment, his slightly cool lips rolled up, and his strong tongue also hooked her fragrant tongue, with the sweetness of red wine...

He's drunk too...not like her, he doesn't want to wake up if he can...

After a night of lingering, he wants her wantonly, and she cooperates heartily.

She thought it was a dream, so she wanted to indulge in the dream!

……

The morning sun came in through the window, gradually lighting up the room with wisps of light.

Clothes were scattered on the ground, looking a bit messy!