Pretending to be beautiful and committing crimes: The president's cold and charming wife

Su Manyu looked back, only to find that Fu Zichen was staring at him with no expression on his face.She looked back at him, just about to say something, when she saw Fu Zichen standing up suddenly, turning around and striding away.

He left because he was guessed by himself, right?Su Manyu looked at Fu Zichen's back and thought.

At night, the white moonlight shines on the balcony, bright and majestic.Lying on the bed, Sumanyu couldn't sleep.After a while, she felt thirsty, sighed, turned over and got up to go downstairs to find water to drink.

As soon as he went down the stairs, he heard movement outside the door. Suspiciously, he picked up the broom by the door, turned around, and walked towards the porch.

"Who?" Suman asked.

Facing a series of knocks on the door, Sumanyu thought, if he was a bad person, he wouldn't make such a loud noise.She was afraid of affecting others, so after thinking about it, she opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, the pungent smell of alcohol came in, and Su Manyu frowned displeased.

Taking a closer look, it was Fu Zichen who left without saying a word in the afternoon, standing at the door reeking of alcohol, stumbling around and unable to stand still.

"Fu Zichen, did you take a bath with wine?" You were actually quite drunk.

"I can still drink. I'm not drunk." Fu Zichen couldn't hear what others were saying, and just kept drinking.

"Drinking? Do you want to continue drinking? You said you're not drunk. Why would you come here in the middle of the night if you're not drunk? Are you crazy?" Although he was reluctant, he subconsciously reached out to support the staggering man.

Leaving here today, did he go drinking?

Although I don't want to do anything for him, there is nothing I can do about the current situation.He is here now, and Sumanyu can only help him first.She stepped forward and tried her best to help him up.She tried her best to drag the drunk Fu Zichen into the gate, but because Fu Zichen didn't cooperate well, Su Manyu's petite body was swayed from side to side by him.

"Wait, let me close the door." Su Manyu took Fu Zichen's arm while trying to close the door with his feet.

Finally reached the door with my toes, gritted my teeth and slammed it shut.

"Shoes... Forget it, there's no need to change it." Su Manyu looked helplessly at the new carpet he just changed today.

In the end, she felt sorry for the carpet, but such a big man was too heavy, so she gave up.

He wanted to drag him to the sofa and let him lie down first, but Fu Zichen struggled forcefully, and with all his strength, Su Manyu was thrown aside.Fu Zichen lowered his head and squinted at the woman sitting in front of him. The familiar face made him laugh: "Manman, I knew that my Manman was not willing to leave me. Any marriage is a lie. Lie to me."

As he spoke, he bent down and pulled up Sumanyu who was squatting hard, hugging her tightly in his arms as if he was afraid that she would leave.

"Wake up! Fu Zichen!" Su Manyu was forcibly grabbed by Fu Zichen, struggling to break free of his control: "You're drunk!"

Unfortunately, the power of a woman and a man is very difficult to compete, let alone a man who is drunk and afraid of people running from his arms, it is simply futile.

Fu Zichen still held Sumanyu tightly, but the exhausted Sumanyu was out of breath.

"Okay," Su Manyu knew that he couldn't get rid of Fu Zichen's embrace, so he coaxed softly, "It's uncomfortable for you to hug me like this."

"Uncomfortable...uncomfortable?" The misty drunken eyes tried to catch up with the woman's familiar eyes, and repeated her words in a daze.

"Yes, I'm very uncomfortable." Su Manyu nodded in his arms, turned his head with difficulty to look at the sofa in the living room, and motioned, "Shall we go to the sofa?"

"Well, good." Nodding, as long as she doesn't leave him, anything is fine.

I don't know if Fu Zichen really knew what Sumanyu said, but seeing him nodding and saying yes, Sumanyu immediately tried harder: "Can you let me stand up first? It's not convenient for us to walk like this."

As soon as he heard Su Man's words asking him to let her go, Fu Zichen immediately shook his head, and wrapped his arms around his body more forcefully, as if he wanted to rub someone into his body.In this way, he no longer worries that she will leave him.

"No, if I let go, Manman will leave me." Although Fu Zichen was drunk, he still remembered that when he went out, the Suman language was still there, but after he went back, the Suman language was gone.He searched for a long time, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find it.

So this time, he hugged her tightly and said that he would not let go this time, and never let go again.

"Hey," with a long sigh, Su Manyu felt that Fu Zichen was about to strangle him to death, because his arms became stronger again, and it would be difficult to breathe if he hugged someone so tightly. .

When comforting Fu Zichen, she tried her best to reach out and pat his chest: "No, Manman won't leave, really won't leave."

"Aren't you going?" The misty drunken eyes were full of doubt.

"No, never leave, I promise." Su Manyu said sincerely.

Seeing that Fu Zichen's eyes were shaken, she took out a hand and handed it to him: "If you don't believe me, you can hold my hand, and I won't leave."

After hesitating for a while, Fu Zichen slowly let go of the arms around his slender waist, then grabbed his white and slightly cool hands, placed them on his hot cheeks, and continued to rub.

"Shall we go to the sofa?" As he said, he carefully supported the man who was still unable to stand.

After finally letting the man collapse on the sofa, Sumanyu almost died. Seeing the man lying on the sofa and closing his eyes, Sumanyu wanted to withdraw his hand.

However, she just moved a little bit.The person on the sofa immediately opened his eyes and stared at her with vigilance, as if he was about to jump up and hug her again.

Su Manyu immediately squatted in front of him, smiled and said, "I won't go, I won't go."

Holding those cold little hands tightly, listening to Su Manyu's promise, Fu Zichen closed his eyes again, as if he was very tired.

"Manman, Manman," Fu Zichen lay on the sofa and said softly, "Don't leave me, please, don't go."

Staring in the direction of the kitchen, Sumanyu wondered if he was going to make someone sober up, but when he heard the voice of the man on the sofa, he turned his head. He also had a painful expression with his eyes closed, and couldn't help but feel deeply. Sighed.

"Well, you should be glad that you are drunk, otherwise..." His voice stopped suddenly, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Turning his head, he saw the man lying down and suddenly shed tears. Big drops of tears slipped from Fu Zichen's tightly closed eyes, one drop after another, without sound, as if he was crying uncontrollably.

Watching the tears slide down the cheeks and then being absorbed by the sofa, Suman suddenly couldn't make any sound anymore. He raised his free hand hesitantly, wanting to touch the man's closed eyes, but when he was about to touch stopped when.