On the day of the blind date, I got a license with the president and my boss

"If they don't want to accept me, two years later today, they will pretend to me that there is a deep love between father and daughter and a deep love between mother and daughter!"

Jiang Shu almost shouted this sentence in tears.

She vented her emotions unscrupulously, squeezed the wine bottle in her hand, and kept pouring wine into her mouth. The wine slid down the corners of her mouth, which looked particularly painful under the moonlight.

"Xiao Shu!" Fu Shiyan stopped him immediately, "You can't drink wine like this. Slow down."

He took her arm and pulled it in front of him, and the half-drunk bottle of wine was also taken away.

Jiang Shu moved widely, his hair stuck to the corners of his mouth, and he looked as embarrassed as possible.

She looked at Fu Shiyan in a tipsy state, with confusion in her eyes, "Wen Jing is not in good health and may die. Then he thinks of me and even my children. What they are thinking about is not profit."

Fu Shiyan just listened quietly, with gentle eyebrows. He raised his hand and fixed the hair stuck to her face.

"I know, Xiao Shu, you have been wronged."

It's okay to hold on normally. After all, she has endured it for so many years. It's not that she can't continue to endure it. She is used to it.

But for some reason, with Fu Shiyan's simple words of comfort, Jiang Shu's internal organs suddenly surged and he cried uncontrollably. She hugged him and couldn't stop sobbing.

Fu Shiyan didn't speak, he just touched her head gently and told her that he was there.

Even if he thought that the Wen family would not reach this point, at least Wen Jing and Jiang Lingyu's feelings for her were not fake.

But he didn't say anything, he just held her to comfort her.

I don't know how long it took, but Jiang Shu got tired of crying and his sobs became quieter. The alcohol was getting to his head, and he wouldn't let go.

Fu Shiyan said distressedly: "Want to go back?"

She nodded, "I'm tired."

"Then you come down."

"No, you carry me on your back."

He laughed, but did not refuse. He just picked her up and walked towards her residence. The waiters stationed on the roadside looked at each other, but no one dared to say anything.

Jiang Shu was not completely drunk. She lay on his shoulder, counted the street lights next to her, and muttered, "Fu Shiyan, when was the last time you carried me on your back like this?"

Fu Shiyan thought about it and said in a gentle voice, "It must have been two years."

"Well...but what I miss the most is the time when we first met, when our feelings just started to ferment, and everything was beautiful."

Of course he knew what she was talking about, and he was lost for a moment.

"Now I seem to have everything, but nothing, Fu Shiyan, I miss the Jiang Shu who had nothing back then."

Broken hair was floating in front of his forehead, and Fu Shiyan's eyes were cold and deep. He didn't want to, but as long as it was her, he liked her no matter what time it was.

"Xiao Shu, I promise you, as long as you want, you can be whoever you want. Wen Shu, it's okay if you don't go back."

She tightened her arms around his neck, "Really?"

"real."

Having said that, Jiang Shu's head still ached slightly the next day. When she woke up from the confusion, she threw her arm to the side and hit a hard object.

She was completely awake. She turned around and saw Fu Shiyan sleeping next to her. The man's eyelashes were really long. He blinked impatiently, then opened his eyes and saw a surprised look on her face.

He wasn't angry either, so he stood up and went to the small kitchen, bringing her a bowl of still warm hangover soup, "It will make you feel better after drinking it."

Jiang Shu looked at his series of actions in astonishment. It was so natural, as if the two people were not divorced.