Master Quan, come on, my little wife is excited!

Quan Yu looked at her, dissatisfied with her two steps back, frowned, and moved forward, erasing the distance she had just opened.

Then he took her left hand, pinched the bones of her metacarpophalangeal joints with his big palm, and put the bracelet on her wrist without refusal.

The suddenness of the action caught Cui Sanning off guard and he had no time to refuse.

Quan Yu took her hand and flicked the bracelet as bright as a radiant light with his fingertips, a satisfied smile on his face.

Slender wrists, fair and thin skin, gentle and charming.

Quan Yu was fascinated by what he saw. No wonder Mu Bai always said that jade is a gentleman's jewelry.

But it always took some effort to put the bracelet on, and even if she just closed her palm, red marks would inevitably appear.

Cui Sanning reacted and wanted to take it off, while saying: "This is too expensive."

Quan Yu took her right hand to take off the bracelet and held it by his side to prevent her from taking it off.

The calloused fingertips passed through circles of cinnabar bracelets and landed on the scar on her wrist that had not seen light for a long time.

Cui Sanning wanted to struggle, but he suddenly bent down and lowered his head on her neck. Unable to bear his weight, he staggered back and barely stood still.

I heard him say in a hoarse voice: "I feel uncomfortable, don't fight with me."

The moist heat fell on the skin on the side of her neck, making her shiver slightly.

Cui Sanning didn't dare to think whether the moist heat was his breath or his burning lips.

The raised right hand stopped struggling. Feeling her compliance, the hand holding her wrist loosened.

Her hands slowly fell on his lowered shoulders and asked him softly: "Where do you feel bad?"

The person on the side of the neck muttered: "I have a headache."

I'm feeling late drunk, I don't know if it's because of the wine or the person.

Hearing his aggrieved voice, Cui Sanning put his hands on his shoulders, tilted his head back, and looked at his face from a distance.

"Go sit on the sofa for a while, okay?" Like coaxing a child, he was very patient and responded to every word.

Helping him sit on the sofa, Quan Yu leaned on it.

Cui Sanning sat on the edge of the sofa, fearing that he would be uncomfortable lying down, so he took a pillow from the side.

She put her hand under the back of his neck, lifted the back of his head and put the pillow underneath for him to rest on.

Just as she was about to stand up, a big hand fell on her lower back and held her firmly in his arms.

Then the person who was originally lying on her back hugged her and turned around, and the two of them lay face to face on the sofa, him inside and she outside.

Strong arms hugged her waist, and her hair, which was held casually with a black wooden hairpin, was spread out. The hairpin fell to the ground, and her long, shiny black hair hung from the edge of the sofa to the ground.

Cui Sanning tensed her body, but gradually relaxed when she saw his closed eyebrows.

The clenched fist that was tightly guarded in front of him was slowly released.

The arms around her waist cannot be ignored. This feeling is very familiar. The person in front of her once broke through the darkness and came against the light. These arms once lifted her up from despair.

When she thought she was going to die there.

Suddenly his head moved forward and touched her forehead. She heard him say: "Sang Sang, don't eat the food he cooked, okay?"

The corners of Cui Sanning's mouth raised, Li Guo smiled lightly, looked at him quietly for a few seconds, and then carefully moved away the arm that was branded on his waist.

She got off the sofa, knelt down on the carpet, looked at his appearance seriously, and then did something she had wanted to do for a long time.

The index finger silently landed on the scar on his brow bone.

She would always remember that when she was unconscious six years ago, he carried her out and the hot and wet blood snaked down from here, dripping on her collarbone.

At that time, there were no complicated thoughts and feelings like now, but he inexplicably wanted to stop the blood that was constantly flowing out. It was obvious that he was the one who had lost too much blood at that time.

But he still wanted to hold the wound.

Thinking of something, Cui Sanning took back her hands and rested her elbows on the sofa, her chin resting on her forearms, and looked at the person facing her closely.

Whispering softly: "I saw you in the building that day. You seemed to have drunk too much."

Rubbing the broken hair on his forehead with his fingertips: "Third uncle, are you a bad drinker?"

His eyes were soft: "That was the first time we met after six years."

He smiled and said, "I thought you didn't like me, so I didn't dare to go up and say hello."

"In case you have forgotten me a long time ago, going up will only increase the embarrassment."

The eyelashes of the person who had his eyes closed trembled slightly, then slowly opened them, with a drunken sleepiness in his eyes, and said softly, "No."

Cui Sanning was stunned for two seconds when he opened his eyes, but when he saw the haze in his eyes, he did not choose to distance himself from each other and asked him: "What is it not?"

Quan Yu lay on his side, looking at the person close at hand, and continued: "This is not the first time we have met in six years."

After saying that, they looked at each other in silence for a while, then turned to face the back of the sofa, closed his eyes, and continued to sleep.

His words made Cui Sanning wonder, had they met before that day? Why doesn't she know.

She had never seen him again in six years.

I wanted to ask him, but after seeing his closed eyebrows, I didn't ask.

After sitting on the ground for a while, Cui Sanning picked up his mobile phone and walked outside to the balcony, dialing his assistant's number.

Ask her to send her the contact information of the previous client who went to repair "The Drunkard's Intent".

Dial Assistant Liu's phone number and talk quietly.

Completely unaware of the sleeping person behind her, she opened her eyes and looked at her back tenderly.

Two years ago, at the Shanghai Airport, she rushed towards him, but she passed him by without looking away and rushed into the arms of another person.

Not even the peripheral vision was given to him.

But when he saw her running towards him, the hand hanging by his side clenched unnaturally.

So later at the Beijing airport, he took the initiative to reach out and hold her, making her look back and stop.

Assistant Liu glanced in the rearview mirror at the people in the back seat who were looking sideways at the window.

The man who originally looked drunk and sleepy opened his eyes and became clear after the car drove a certain distance and the person who escorted him downstairs was out of sight.

Assistant Liu touched his nose and asked me how he could be drunk. He had been with Mr. Quan for so many years and I had never seen him drunk before.

Cui Sanning returned home. As soon as he opened the door and entered the house, he saw the velvet box he had just thrown on the shoe-changing stool.

Then he remembered the bracelet on his wrist and gently touched it with his white fingertips.

The stubborn look he had just shown reappeared in his mind. How could such a grown man behave like a child?

Picking up the box on the stool, he walked straight to the bedroom bathroom.

I squeezed out two pumps of hand sanitizer before I could barely take off the bracelet.

Rinse it and put it back in the box.

Thinking of his words asking her not to eat food cooked by others.

chuckled.

Put the box on the bed, take the clothes and go take a shower.