Being a scumbag is the pinnacle, she was pampered by Mr. Fu to the heavens

Dai Hongyi put his arms around Yuan Qing'er and came to the sofa in the living room with a natural look on his face. The two sat down next to each other and asked Zhou Jingzhi with a smile: "What were you two talking about just now? You were laughing so happily."

Yuan Qing'er's face was very red. She could only use words to divert her embarrassment: "Let's talk about Mr. Fu. Mr. Fu invited Jing Yi to join Yike and wanted to know something about Mr. Fu. I said that Mr. Fu is vigorous and resolute at work. He has keen business skills, but privately he is a doting wife and is very easy to get along with."

Dai Hongyi nodded: "You summed it up very well."

After finishing speaking, he said to Zhou Jingzhi: "I have known Lao Fu for many years. His character is absolutely reliable. You can really think about it. You have been very prosperous outside in the past few years, but to be honest, besides Not many people who pay attention to the art field are familiar with you."

Yuan Qing'er bumped Dai Hongyi with her elbow: "Don't think of Jingzhi so utilitarian, he is a very pure person."

Dai Hongyi cheered: "No matter how pure a person is, he has social attributes. Gaining fame and wealth is the ultimate goal that everyone has pursued throughout the ages. If Mr. Zhou can achieve this goal through cooperation with Lao Fu, then why not do it."

Yuan Qing'er disagreed: "You are indeed a businessman."

Dai Hongyi raised his eyebrows: "What's wrong with businessmen, huh? Do you artists look down on us businessmen?"

Yuan Qing'er shook her head: "I mean you care too much about gains and losses."

"Oh, so you artists can feel full by drinking air?"

Zhou Jingzhi didn't want to see the couple fighting because of themselves, so he immediately said: "Actually, what you both said is reasonable. No one does not desire success and fame, but there are different degrees. Naturally, I am not exempt from eating whole grains, but I'm lazy, so I take my fame very lightly, and I'm too lazy to fight for it."

Dai Hongyi smiled: "The last time I went back to my old house for dinner, I met your dad. I chatted with your dad for a while. He seemed to want you to go home and inherit the family business."

Zhou Jingzhi's gentle face showed a little bitterness.

Dai Hongyi emphasized his tone: "So, while you still have freedom, it is also a good thing to leave more works. If your father can see your ability, maybe he can let you go and show off your ambitions in the art field. .”

There was no emotion on Zhou Jingzhi's face, and it was not clear whether he listened or not. He just smiled half-smilingly.

The words were too sweet, but Dai Hongyi changed the subject when he saw good things: "Come on, let's drink tea. This is a farm-preserved tea that a friend bought when he traveled to Yunnan. The tea farmers planted it themselves and roasted it using ancient methods. What comes out is natural, healthy and tastes good. It tastes bitter at first, but becomes sweet afterward."

Zhou Jingzhi picked up the tea cup and took a sip. It was indeed slightly bitter in the mouth, but soon after swallowing it, there was a refreshing and sweet taste. After taking a few more sips, he got used to the taste, and even had the stamina to want to drink more and more.

After drinking one cup, Yuan Qing'er refilled him with a second cup. He suddenly said: "Mr. Fu, are good things coming soon?"

Dai Hongyi answered: "You mean marriage?"

"Ah."

"It should be soon. He and his girlfriend are so passionately in love that they both have to be with each other. In my opinion, there will be good news next spring."

Zhou Jingzhi drank three cups and saw that it was getting dark, so he stood up and left. Dai Hongyi saw that Zhou Jingzhi liked drinking tea, so he gave him a box.

The nanny didn't live at home, and only Dai Hongyi and Yuan Qing'er were left at home. Yuan Qing'er felt Dai Hongyi's hand still attached to her waist, and moved it to the side. Seeing that Dai Hongyi still didn't let go, Yuan Qing'er felt a little uncomfortable. A voice reminded: "There is no one left, you can let go."

Dai Hongyi looked down at Yuan Qing'er: "Do you think I'm doing it to show others?"

Yuan Qing'er smiled: "Some words don't seem to need to be said so clearly."

Dai Hongyi chuckled: "I think it's better to explain clearly."

Yuan Qing'er felt that Dai Hongyi was a bit aggressive, but she still said: "Zhou Jingzhi is half of my colleague. You are afraid that he will notice that our relationship is different from ordinary couples, so you pretend to be close. I am very grateful to you and will think of you." So thoughtful. But it’s actually not necessary. Zhou Jingzhi is a very cultivated person and won’t talk about other people’s parents.”

"Anything else to say?"

Yuan Qing'er bit her lip: "You gave up marrying me at the last moment. I know it was because my mother had a heart surgery. I am very touched and know that you are a good person. But maybe we are not suitable, tied together. It’s also painful, not as good as…”

Dai Hongyi's eyes became a little deeper: "Why not?"

Yuan Qing'er took a deep breath and said, "Divorced, we can get together and relax."

Dai Hongyi raised his eyebrows.

He had always longed for a divorce, but now that he heard Yuan Qing'er take the initiative to express her desire for divorce, he didn't feel relaxed, but felt a little uncomfortable.

He hummed and wanted to take back his hand on Yuan Qing'er's waist, but changed his mind halfway and hugged Yuan Qing'er tightly again: "Seriously?"

"Ah."

"Then do you want to do it again?"

"Huh?" Yuan Qing'er looked up in confusion. Seeing Dai Hongyi's expression, she instantly understood what he meant.

She bit her lip and said shamefully: "No, it was because I was ignorant before, so I made such nonsense about getting divorced once. When I think about it now, I feel very embarrassed, so don't take it to heart. Please forget it as soon as possible."

"But I think you are quite sensible. I am the one who is ignorant."

"What?" Yuan Qing'er's head couldn't keep up with Dai Hongyi's speaking speed, and she looked at Dai Hongyi with confusion on her face.

Dai Hongyi said nothing, lowered his head and kissed Yuan Qing'er's mouth.

Yuan Qing'er turned to stone almost instantly, her whole body stiffened in place, and her mind went blank.

Under Dai Hongyi's perseverance, she opened her mouth unknowingly.

The speed of the car gradually got out of control. Yuan Qing'er wanted to remind Dai Hongyi to go to the bedroom, but she was shy and was afraid of spoiling Dai Hongyi's mood.

She even wanted to push him away and ask him why he treated her like this since she had already filed for divorce.

But they had been married for more than three years before Dai Hongyi finally took the initiative. She didn't want her to push Dai Hongyi away again with just one word.

After all, her heart still belongs to Dai Hongyi.

Although the emotion has gradually faded, it is like a fire that was finally put out. As long as Dai Hongyi adds some firewood to the fire, scattered sparks can quickly rekindle the firewood.

In the end, she regarded herself as a balloon, and how big it could be blown up was decided by the person who owned it.

It's like swimming in the vast ocean, like a drowning person, letting the waves as high as the waves beat him to the shore.

The sofa was a gray-white leather sofa. When it was all over, Yuan Qing'er had curled up on one side in pain.

Dai Hongyi held her in his arms, kissed her, covered her with a blanket, and then took her into the bathroom to wash her off.

After Dai Hongyi helped Yuan Qing'er clean up, he came downstairs to clean up the battlefield.

As soon as I glanced at it, I noticed an obvious touch of red on the white sofa.