Black Moonlight Crazy Criticism of the Vicious Female Supporting Awakens

Zhou Wu was stunned, and it took him a long while to react. He had never expected to receive such an answer. His lips trembled, and his face gradually turned pale:

"... Ah, Ah Yu, when... did you fall out of love? You..."

...Is he distancing himself from me because he has fallen in love with someone else?

who is it? !

Jiang Deng cried even harder after hearing that. She turned her head and buried herself in Zhou Wu's arms again, refusing to look at his face again.

For a moment, the only sound in the whole room was her intermittent, breathless and sorrowful crying.

Zhou Wu's blood ran cold. He clenched his fists and closed his eyes.

He found it hard to breathe.

Do not!

This is impossible!

Calm down, Zhou Wu, yes, calm down...

They were together almost every day. It was impossible for Ah Yu to fall in love with someone else because she didn't have the chance...

"Ayu, Ayu... I love you, I really love you..." Zhou Wu felt dizzy and his heart ached. He hugged her tightly, "You..."

Zhou Wu was stuck for several seconds, his voice was extremely hoarse:

"Ayu... who do you like? Do you like me?"

Even just a little bit.

You don't have to love me, but at least...

Zhou Wu always felt very far away from her. He had tried very hard, but he still didn't seem to occupy much space in her heart. He was no match for Xu Lingran.

Maybe it was the alcohol that was at work. Zhou Wu didn't want to ask this question before, but now he couldn't care less and finally asked it today.

He desperately wanted her clear answer.

But Jiang Deng cried so hard and was so sad that she was completely immersed in her own emotions and couldn't get out of it.

Zhou Wu's question was asked in a low voice unconsciously because of hesitation, and it was almost inaudible amidst her tiny cries.

Jiang Deng didn't hear it.

……

"Oh, Miss, Mr. Zhou... Oh my God... How much alcohol did he drink..."

As the car door opened, a strong and pungent smell of alcohol hit them in the face. Aunt Wang wanted to ask the servants to help the two people into the house, but Zhou Pianpianwu got angry and didn't let anyone else touch Jiang Deng. Aunt Wang had no choice but to follow behind and watch over them carefully.

Jiang Deng fell asleep early on the way, but his sleep was not sound.

Zhou Wu got out of the car first, leaned over and hugged Jiang Deng, walked out of the car, walked quickly into the villa, and said:

“Hangover soup.”

After going to the bathroom to vomit and washing himself, and then being helped by Zhou Wu to drink some hangover soup, Jiang Deng's brows finally relaxed a little, and he didn't seem to feel so uncomfortable anymore, but his eyes and nose were still red.

Zhou Wu stood quietly beside her bed, holding her hand tightly without saying a word.

Zhou Wu was not actually drunk. He was still conscious, but the alcohol made it difficult for him to control the suppressed emotions in his heart. His jawline was tense, his eyebrows were twisted together, and a terrifying and sharp low pressure was released from his whole body.

He was in a bad mood and he didn't want anyone to disturb the time he and Ayu were alone.

Zhou Wu was usually gentle and polite to everyone. This was the first time Aunt Wang had seen him look so gloomy in these days. She was frightened and kept silent unconsciously. She had followed him until now before she stepped forward and spoke:

"Mr. Zhou, this... Miss has fallen asleep. It's not appropriate for you to stay here. How about you... rest in the guest bedroom next door for a night?"

"I'll be watching over her and won't do anything." Zhou Wu said, "Aunt Wang, if you're worried, you can leave someone watching at the door."

From beginning to end, Zhou Wu stared at Jiang Deng's sleeping profile without blinking, without even glancing to the side.

Aunt Wang saw that it was not good to persuade her any further and had to do as she was told and leave a servant to guard the bedroom door.

Late at night.

After a busy period, the whole villa fell silent again. Only a dim bedside lamp was left on in the master bedroom. The light was faintly cast on the ground, outlining the clear outline of a man with a hint of loneliness.