Senior is my fake wife

Fu Qiong and him could talk calmly, but he had too many things on his mind.

He didn't know why, when he listened to Sui Zhen's words recently, he felt that what he said was really strange, and he thought, what's there to worry about?

He didn't realize that the changes he couldn't digest in a short period of time made him immersed in anxiety and pain.

And Sui Zhen.

He didn't want to be left behind by Sui Zhen, and didn't want to be unable to keep up with him.

But he had to admit that he and Sui Zhen seemed to be getting farther and farther along this road.

All in all, a bad night.

Two days later, the supervisor came to him again.

Fu Qiong had already stepped out of the office with half a foot, and was pulled back abruptly.This time he knew that there was nothing he could do.

But he and Sui Zhen were very unhappy that night, so that the atmosphere on weekdays was icy cold...

After Fu Qiong drank two glasses, seeing the posture of the table full of people, she felt that it would be absurd for her to be a supervisor to hold back the wine. Maybe she was afraid that she would really be dragged to gastric lavage or unconscious again, so she told Sui Zhen.

So much so that when Sui Zhen went to pick up Fu Qiong, he saw Fu Qiong squatting on the side of the road retching.

He didn't seem to be able to vomit anything, with a painful look on his face.

Sui Zhen saw him, ran over with his hands in his pockets, and pulled him up: "Are you all right, can you stand up?"

Fu Qiong raised his hand in pain and waved it, then took his hand.Sui Zhen leaned over and heard him repeating: "Don't drink, don't drink, don't drink...I can't drink..."

"..." Sui Zhen supported him and let him look at himself, "It's my senior, it's me!"

Fu Qiong was a little confused, he was lifted up by Sui Zhen, and he was nestled in his arms.Sui Zhen supported his waist, and said again: "How many times this month, what's going on with you?"

"Don't drink, don't drink..." Fu Qiong kept repeating.

Sui Zhen was on fire in his heart, but he couldn't vent, so he could only carry him into a taxi.

He took Fu Qiong back to the house, and Fu Qiong fell asleep obediently, blushing.

The next day he slept until noon, and when he looked up, he felt a headache so bad that he was about to pass out.The overwhelming nausea in his stomach made him turn over and get out of bed, bumping into Sui Zhen who came out of the bathroom.

"..." Sui Zhen looked at him.

Fu Qiong covered her mouth and walked around him with her mobile phone.

He poured water over his face, only to see his face in the mirror pale and pale like a dead man.

Drop by drop, it dripped into the pool.

In a blink of an eye, there was a transfer message on the phone. The supervisor said that the order from last night was completed, and he did what he said, and transferred him a bonus of [-] yuan.

One thousand and five, three drinks, you can drink one thousand and five, but his half-month internship salary.

Fu Qiong rested her forehead with her hands, but she couldn't be happier.

Didn't he join the company as an intern to paint?

"Senior." Sui Zhen knocked on the door, "Come out, let's talk."

Fu Qiong dried her face and opened the door. Sui Zhen stood outside the door and looked at him.

"Thank you." Fu Qiong said, "I've troubled you twice..."

"Don't call me next time if you have the guts." Sui Zhen interrupted him.

Fu Qiong's words of thanks came to her lips, but she was abruptly blocked by his words.

The unreasonable irritability in his body rose again.

"Senior." Sui Zhen said, "What are you doing every day, can you tell me now?"

"Can't you see it?" Fu Qiong pushed back stiffly.

"I see, drinking with customers?" Sui Zhen sneered, "You told me that this company is a game company, but in the end you drew a page game to accompany customers to drink? Come back after drinking like this?"

Fu Qiong held her breath in her chest and looked at him.

"Wake up, it's already December." Sui Zhen said, "It's been three months and you still haven't woken up. Does this company have something to do with Cheng Li?"

The words in this sentence seemed to have finally hit Fu Qiong's point.

"Yes! I'm useless! I can't compare with you!" Fu Qiong said, "You have a good job, and you earn more than me in a single month. I'm not sober...but can't I see it? I ... just not reconciled!!"

"..." Sui Zhen was also a little annoyed, "Why are you losing your temper with me? Don't you think you've been particularly irritable recently?"

"Yes." Fu Qiong closed her eyes.

"You get annoyed when you see me, don't you?" Sui Zhen said.

"Yes." Fu Qiong said, "Yes... I'm really annoying. I really helped you with the things you told me! You never know what I am worrying about! This is why we don't get along at all now. The reason for coming! You are fucking worried about the fourth and sixth levels, who will block you, and who will fight for you today. You team up with others to play games, and you can receive high gifts. Others are rushing to get you, but what about me? ? You have no idea how important it is to me to be absent from work or not to complete the performance!"

Sui Zhen looked at him and said, "Okay, I'll get out, don't call me when you get drunk in the future."

Before he finished speaking, he knocked off Fu Qiong's shoulder and left.

Fu Qiong was a little discouraged and sat on the bed.

At that time, he seemed to be hung by a tendon, restraining him, thinking that he would definitely be able to enter the Chengli game, and that since he had paid all this, it was only natural for him to enter Chengli.

Since that incident, Sui Zhen's relationship with him has dropped to a freezing point.

Fu Qiong was angry in his heart, but he also knew that most of the time he was angry at himself for not being able to live up to expectations, not because of Sui Zhen. Inferiority and anxiety enveloped him, and he couldn't face Sui Zhen, let alone face himself.

Later, when he went home every day, Fu Qiong brought him a dinner, and put it there the next day without moving.

For three consecutive days, when Fu Qiong poured out the food, she said to Sui Zhen who was on the bed, holding back her emotions, "If you don't eat, just tell me, don't let me be so affectionate and bring you an extra portion every day, how much money is it? Such a waste."

Sui Zhen looked at him and said, "Yes, I have a lot of money."

Veins popped up on Fu Qiong's forehead, and he really wanted to smash the bowl on his head.

Finally he held back and closed the door heavily.

After that they stopped talking altogether.

When Fu Qiong went home every day, Sui Zhen wore headphones and watched the live broadcast on the screen.After he went to take a shower, Sui Zhen downloaded the broadcast, and he didn't know what he was doing when he returned to his bed.

Fu Qiong was so busy that she didn't have time to take care of the flowers and plants on the balcony, and the flowers in the vase were also wilting.

On the way home from get off work, Fu Qiong brought two bunches back and put them in a vase. The warm yellow hue of sunflowers didn't make the room any less popular.

Three days later, the cold air came.

When Fu Qiong was called by the supervisor to go to the wine shop tonight, her heart was calm.

He thinks forget it, forget it if you drink to death, anyway, Sui Zhen will not come to pick him up, anyway, that's it.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Fu Qiong clutched her stomach, hugged her knees and cried on the side of the road. He didn't drink too much, and he felt that his emotions had collapsed to the extreme.

His cell phone kept ringing, and it took a lot of effort to pick it up. Holding the phone, Fu Qiong heard the deep voice of the person inside say: "If you don't answer the phone again, I will call the police."

"..." Fu Qiong wanted to speak, but her body slumped down uncontrollably.

"Where are you?" Sui Zhen said.

"I... don't know." Fu Qiong said.

"You send me the location." Sui Zhen finally said anxiously in his voice.

"..." Fu Qiong leaned weakly against the pillar, squinting her eyes to send Sui Zhen the location on her phone.

During the long winter night, the cold wind blew and dried the tears on his face, and then spilled out little by little.

After an unknown amount of time, Fu Qiong was dragged up.

"Senior!" Sui Zhen pinched his face, "Wake up!"

Fu Qiong was pulled by him to lie on his shoulder, and when she heard Sui Zhen's voice, she pushed him away as if she had come to her senses, refusing all over her body: "Don't touch me..."

"Are you taking care of yourself? Are you looking for a job or out drinking?" Sui Zhen didn't let him resist, and forced his arms around him.

"What do you know... what else can you do besides accusing me?" Fu Qiong had a splitting headache, "Don't touch me, please don't touch me..."

"...Well, I don't understand anything." Sui Zhen said, "Be quiet."

Hearing his voice sinking, Fu Qiong was quiet for a while, and then fell into uneasiness again because she couldn't hear his voice, groped his back with her hands, hugged him and began to cry.

Sui Zhen: "..."

He cried louder and louder, Sui Zhen never let go of him, and held him in his arms, while Fu Qiong strangled his back, crying and coughing.

"I'm so tired, cough, cough..." Fu Qiong buried her face on his shoulder.

"I know." Sui Zhen's voice was soft in his ear, "I'm sorry, it's my fault."

"...you know what the hell." Fu Qiong cried.

Sui Zhen didn't speak, and let the little drunk cry in his arms.

He said no, but his body still brought Fu Qiong back home.

This time it was different from the previous few times when she slept obediently, and she was clamoring for a bath.Sui Zhen had no choice but to get him into the bathroom, but Fu Qiong refused to cooperate. Seeing that he had to rely on everything, Sui Zhen ran out of patience and said sharply, "Stand up straight."

Fu Qiong leaned against the wall, staring at him with wide eyes, and then he shook his head again, looking like he was on the verge of falling.

"Sui Zhen." Fu Qiong called him with her eyes closed, "Sui Zhen..."

Sui Zhen supported him with one hand, and picked up the shower with the other: "Stand up for me."

"Sui Zhen." Fu Qiong murmured again.

"What are you doing?" Sui Zhen asked impatiently.

"I want to kiss you."

"..."

The water in the shower in Sui Zhen's hand splashed out, and in the small bathroom, the sound of water and breathing echoed.

He froze in place, looking down at Fu Qiong.

"I want to kiss you..." Fu Qiong murmured unfocused, eyes straightened, "but..."

"..." Sui Zhen whispered, "But?"

"But you feel sick." Fu Qiong laughed to himself, put his arms around his neck, and looked up at him.

"...you drank too much..." Before Sui Zhen could finish speaking, Fu Qiong leaned forward and pressed his lips against his.

Just touching like this.

Like a superficial touch, then let go of him.

"...it is." Sui Zhen put his arms around his waist to prevent him from falling.But Fu Qiong seemed unable to support herself anymore, her hand slipped down and leaned on his shoulder.