We agreed to divorce at the expiration date, why do you regret it, Mr. Fu?

She drew the cakes big and round, and Zhao Xiaoning was quite impressed by it.

"Okay, husband will help you!" He hugged Xu Hui and stretched out his mouth to kiss her.

Xu Hui almost felt sick when she smelled the taste in his mouth.

"Honey," she smiled awkwardly and pushed Zhao Xiaoning away, "I'm going to take off my makeup. We can play later."

After saying that, she stood up, ran upstairs as if escaping, and closed the bedroom door.

After she left, Zhao Xiaoning also wanted to stand up, but when he was halfway there, he suddenly had another tinnitus, his vision went dark, and he had a terrible headache.

Recently, this symptom has become more and more obvious, so he went to see a private doctor, who said it was nothing serious.

Maybe I was just too tired. Zhao Xiaoning finished the wine in his glass in one gulp and went upstairs to find Xu Hui.

When I pushed the door open, Xu Hui was lying on the table, motionless.

"Wife, what are you doing?"

Xu Hui shuddered and turned around, and the small glass bottle in her hand fell to the ground.

"Why didn't you make any sound?" Xu Hui turned pale with fear. "Are you trying to scare me to death?"

As she spoke, she stepped on the glass bottle.

Zhao Xiaoning walked over and saw that she looked unnatural. He looked behind her and picked up the cup to smell it. "What are you doing lying on the table? Are you trying to poison me?"

"No way, honey, you have such a rich imagination." Xu Hui hugged Zhao Xiaoning and kicked the glass bottle of poison under the table. "I was waiting for you. Didn't you want to kiss me just now? Now you can kiss me."

She raised her foot and rubbed it on Zhao Xiaoning's belly.

Zhao Xiaoning was immediately irritated by her, picked her up and threw her onto the bed, then pounced on her.

In the evening, after Wen Zhixia finished getting her nails done with Fan Xiaolin, they found a quiet bar nearby to have a drink and chat.

"Two beauties, can I buy you a drink?" a man wearing a gold chain walked over. "My friend wanted to add this lady on WeChat, but he was embarrassed, so he asked me to ask for it."

After saying that, he handed the QR code on his phone to Wen Zhixia and asked her to scan it.

Late-night bar, light cocktails, and a man who wants WeChat.

Wen Zhixia suddenly felt a little dazed.

Three years ago, she was also in a bar like this, and a man asked her for her WeChat ID. She refused and scolded the man. Just as the two sides were about to fight, Fu Ruoshi appeared in time and took her away.

Looking back now, she feels like she was in another world.

"Sorry, I'm a lesbian." Wen Zhixia leaned tiredly on Fan Xiaolin's shoulder, "We are a couple, we are fine..."

Fan Xiaolin was suddenly paired with someone else, so she had no choice but to play along. "Oh, yes, we've been together for three years, so don't spend any money."

She said exactly three years, no more, no less, and Wen Zhixia was hit by the pain in her heart again.

The man with the gold chain stopped pestering her, nodded, and left.

"Bao, order another drink."

Wen Zhixia felt very upset and complicated.

Maybe it was the effect of alcohol, or maybe it was the memory of sad past, but leaning against her best friend at this moment, this tiny happiness made her want to cry.

Fan Xiaolin also noticed that she was in a bad mood recently. Thinking that she was there, it would be no big deal to drink too much and send her home to sleep with her. "Okay, drink a little more."

She ordered two more cocktails. Wen Zhixia took a sip and tasted bitter and cool mint.

It was a bit delicious, with a heady taste. Wen Zhixia finished one glass and, still feeling drunk, snatched Fan Xiaolin's glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"Bao, thank you." Wen Zhixia finished two glasses of wine and gradually became drunk. She closed her eyes and leaned on Fan Xiaolin's shoulder. "You are the closest person to me in this world. Thank you for not hating me and not finding me annoying."

Fan Xiaolin sighed. She knew that Wen Zhixia's growing experience had dealt her a blow. As an orphan, she had never been loved well. She was always cautious in her heart, afraid of causing trouble to others.

"Baby, you are also my closest person," Fan Xiaolin patted her, "I am your family and will always be your support."

As Wen Zhixia listened, tears gradually welled up in her eyes, and she became groggy and almost fell asleep.

Just when she was dozing off, her cell phone vibrated.

Fan Xiaolin saw the words on the screen at a glance: Fu Ruoshi

Wen Zhixia was drowsy and couldn't find her cell phone for a long time. Fan Xiaolin must have been worried to death when she saw that Fu Ruoshi heard her voice.

"Zhixia is with me." Fan Xiaolin answered the phone, "She drank a little, but I didn't. I took her home."

Fu Ruoshi's voice was still a little hoarse, "I'll take you there. Where are you? I'll pick you up."

Fifteen minutes later, the Maybach stopped at the door of the bar.

When Fu Ruoshi came in, Wen Zhixia was already asleep on the table.

"How much did she drink?" Fu Ruoshi took off his coat, covered Wen Zhixia with it, and asked Fan Xiaolin.

"Two cocktails," Fan Xiaolin said helplessly, "I've never seen anyone with a worse alcohol tolerance than her, yet she insisted on drinking."

Fu Ruoshi looked at her with gentle and caring eyes.

He squatted down helplessly beside Wen Zhixia, looking at her little red nose and her wet black eyelashes, like grass covered with morning dew, with infinite pity in his eyes.

"Don't come home too late at night these days," Fu Ruoshi warned, noticing Fan Xiaolin's worried look. "I've got evidence of Zhao Xiaoning's father laundering money overseas and have handed it over to the Discipline Inspection Commission. He won't be around for many more days."

After saying that, he picked up Wen Zhixia, walked out of the bar, and put her in the back seat of his car.

On the cross-sea highway, Fu Ruoshi drove forward at a steady speed, and even braked carefully, for fear of waking up Wen Zhixia.

"Baby..." Wen Zhixia was half asleep and half awake, stretching her hands out of her coat like a kitten, "Where's Xiaolin?"

Fu Ruoshi glanced at the rearview mirror and saw Wen Zhixia, who was sleepy and looked cute and adorable.

"She doesn't want you anymore," he teased her, "and sold you to me."

Wen Zhixia opened her eyes in a daze, saw the broad figure in the driver's seat, and smelled the unique soap scent on him.

"She, how much did she sell me for?" She loves to talk nonsense when she's drunk, her voice as soft as a kitten's. "How much am I worth?"

"Nine dollars and ninety-nine." Fu Ruoshi said in a doting tone.

"Ah?" Wen Zhixia was unhappy, "I'm so cheap..."

"Are you willing to be bought by me?" Fu Ruoshi looked at the street lights in the distance and said half-jokingly and half-seriously, "Do you know who I am?"

Wen Zhixia looked at the deep and affectionate eyes in the rearview mirror, and how could she not know the smile lines under the eyes.

"Fu Ruoshi." She said firmly, "Why is your voice so hoarse... Did you catch a cold?"

Fu Ruoshi's face froze slightly.

Three years ago, she was also drunk like this, and collapsed in the back seat of his car, but she never called out his name.

"Are you sure?" He asked hoarsely, his voice filled with melancholy. "Can you take a closer look?"

"Are you sure? You are Fu Ruoshi..." Wen Zhixia kicked his cushion. "In the crowd, the person I want to kill the moment I see him is you."