Become a rival virtual lover

The banquet didn't have much time to relieve the headache. After taking the medicine, Qin Yan went to the rest area to sit for a while, and then returned to the venue.

He has already reached the end of his words. With Fu Yueting's self-esteem, he should not be troubled by small emotional matters anymore. The cooperation with Fu's may be terminated at any time. He still needs to find another investment and partner, and just now Fu Bohong did it for him. The group of people introduced can barely recover the loss of this part of the company.

Furthermore, he had already made a decision, so he didn't intend to give Fu Yueting a chance to be alone again.

Fu Yueting also quickly saw his plan.

Standing aside, Fu Bohong saw Qin Yan who seemed to be having a good conversation with others in the venue, and then looked at Fu Yueting beside him, and couldn't help asking: "By the way, Yue Ting, why didn't you and Xiao Qin come together today? I remember you The two live not far away."

Fu Yueting's gaze still stayed on Qin Yan.

Hearing Fu Bohong's question, he raised his hand and drank the wine in his glass before saying, "He has other plans today."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Fu Bohong raised his eyes and saw his thin lips, which were getting paler and paler. He frowned: "What about you? Did something happen recently? Why do you always look absent-minded?"

Fu Yueting seldom touched alcohol before, but today he is uncharacteristically, which is very strange in itself.

Qin Yan persuaded Fu Yueting to come to the dance. He was very happy before, but he never thought that from the beginning of the banquet to the present, the girl he fell in love with, Fu Yueting not only had no intention of meeting at the dance, but even refused to meet her face to face.

"Yue Ting—"

"I'm going to the lounge." Fu Yueting put down the glass and interrupted Fu Bohong.

He didn't want to stop Qin Yan from talking about business, and he also knew that if he entangled him at this time, it would only make Qin Yan more disgusted.

His thoughts are still very clear, and he is weighing the pros and cons coldly.

The alcohol that rolled into his throat slid all the way down, still burning his abdominal cavity.

Ice and fire confront each other in his mind, making him helpless against Qin Yan.

Fu Bohong looked at his back worryingly, opened his mouth, sighed again, and didn't stop him.

After that, when the banquet was about to end, Fu Yueting hadn't come out of the lounge yet.

Another wasted effort.

Fu Bohong shook his head.

I don't know when the next time I will have such a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, he was about to go to the lounge to have a look. In a blink of an eye, he saw Qin Yan coming from not far away, so he asked the waiter beside him to run for him, then pushed the operating lever forward to meet him, and said with a smile: "I'm tired today. Is it broken? I reserved a room upstairs, you can pick one and sleep in it."

Qin Yan said: "I appreciate your kindness, but there are still things to deal with at home, so I won't bother you any more."

He came here to say goodbye.

Fu Bohong expressed his understanding: "Alright. Then you wait here first, and I will let Yue Ting come out."

"No need." Qin Yan said, "He is not feeling well today, let him rest."

Fu Bohong didn't expect that Qin Yan would leave without saying hello to Fu Yueting, and when he was stunned, Qin Yan nodded slightly to him, turned around and walked out the door.

Before he could react, the waiter hurried over and leaned over to whisper a few words in his ear.

"What?" Fu Bohong turned to look at him, "Push me over!"

The waiter nodded, and hurriedly trotted in the direction he came and went.

At the door of the lounge, the waiter took a step forward and opened the door.

Everything inside the door suddenly and slowly unfolded in front of Fu Bohong.

He quickly read it from left to right, frowned and asked, "Where's Yue Ting?"

The lounge is not big, and a set of sofas takes up most of the space, so you can see everything at a glance.

There was no sign of Fu Yueting.

The waiter quickly pushed him through the door.

At this time, there was a sudden "clang" sound from behind the sofa, as if a glass bottle fell to the ground.

The two subconsciously turned their faces to look over, and the waiter had already pushed the wheelchair over the sofa.

Seeing the scene in front of him, Fu Bohong was shocked.

"...Yue Ting?"

Fu Yueting turned his eyes following the sound, and seeing him, he tried to get up with his left hand on the ground, but he pulled the wound, and immediately fell back to his seat, inadvertently kicking the empty wine bottle at his feet far away.

Fu Bohong followed the trend and looked at the circle of wine bottles and glasses on the ground, wondering and uncertain.

Then, he looked at Fu Yueting again.

He had never seen such a gaffe of Fu Yueting, and couldn't help but ask, "How much did you drink?"

Fu Yueting was sitting on the ground, his slender legs straight, his well-fitting suit jacket was wrinkled, his tie was torn loose by him, two buttons were unbuttoned at the neckline of his shirt, and the snow-white fabric was also stained with wine, his posture was extraordinarily indulgent .The short, jet-black hair that was originally tucked behind his head was a bit messy, and a few strands fell out on his forehead, covering his eyebrows and eyes, and trembled with his movements.

"grandfather."

Judging by the tone of voice, it seemed normal.

Fu Yueting put down the wine glass in his hand, propped up his right hand, and then slowly got up.

The waiter hurried over to help him.

Fu Yueting glanced at him.

The waiter was fixed by the bottomless cold eyes and stopped in place.

Fu Yueting had already withdrawn his gaze.

He put his hand on the back of the sofa and turned to Fu Bohong: "Why are you here?"

Fu Bohong finally came back to his senses.

He couldn't help asking: "Yue Ting, what happened to you today?"

Since coming here in the afternoon, Fu Yueting's complexion has not been better.

He knew that Fu Yueting had been in a car accident before, and it was all old calendars. Even Qin Yan, who was more serious, had already been discharged from the hospital. Why hasn't Fu Yueting, who was more seriously injured, recovered?

And this pile of wine bottles.

To drink away your worries?

This way of evasion is by no means Fu Yueting's style.

In addition, although he has retired, he still understands the big and small things of the Fu family, and he has never heard of any problems or troubles.

So I don't even understand how big things can disturb Fu Yueting so much.

Fu Yueting only said lightly: "I'm fine."

How could this be okay.

But he insisted that he didn't want to reveal it. Fu Bohong had no choice but to skip this topic temporarily: "Just now Xiao Qin was leaving, and I planned to let you go out to see him off. Seeing how you are now, fortunately, I didn't have time."

"Qin Yan is leaving?" Fu Yueting came to his senses instantly. He walked towards the door with staggering steps, "Where is he?"

Fu Bohong said: "You don't need to look for him, he has already left."

Fu Yueting froze suddenly: "Already left?"

"That's right." Fu Bohong said, "He didn't agree to let him stay in the hotel. Maybe there is something urgent at home."

"Urgent?"

Fu Yueting let the drowsy drunkenness paralyze his nerves, and laughed suddenly, "He's fine. He just doesn't want to see me."

Fu Bohong was stunned again: "What?"

Immediately, he realized, "Yue Ting, are you and Xiao Qin having a conflict?"

Fu Yueting's self-deprecating arc still hangs on the corners of his lips: "There is no contradiction, it's all my own fault."

"Yue Ting, is it because of this that you drank too much?" Fu Bohong almost doubted his own ears when he said such a thing.

Fu Yueting didn't answer any more, but instead said, "I'm not feeling well, so I'll go back first."

Fu Bohong frowned: "Why do you go back like this? There is a room upstairs, you can sleep here overnight before leaving."

Fu Yueting turned a deaf ear and walked straight to the door.

Seeing him walking further and further away, Fu Bohong retreated to the next best thing: "Don't go to the banquet hall, just go downstairs."

Then he gestured to the waiter.

The latter nodded, and stepped forward to Fu Yueting's side, but thinking of Fu Yueting's eyes just now, his outstretched hands did not dare to help, and retracted: "Mr. Fu, I will show you the way."

Fu Yueting did not speak, left the hotel, and returned to Yuqingjingyuan by car.

When the car stopped in front of the door, the butler who had heard the news earlier helped Fu Yueting open the door. Before he could make a sound, he smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

"gentlemen?"

Fu Yueting ignored him. After getting off the car, he waved away a pair of hands waiting by his side, entered the gate by himself, and walked upstairs.

The butler and the servants quickly chased after him.

After chasing to the door of Fu Yueting's bedroom, Qiqi shut the door.

The low air pressure on the boss was stronger than the smell of alcohol, and few people dared to touch the bad luck again. No one made a sound for a while, and they all stood in front of the door and looked at each other.

inside the door.

Fu Yueting was standing at the end of the bed, not moving for a long time.

The sudden dead air enveloped him, giving him the illusion of suffocation.

Qin Yan left.

He went so thoroughly that he didn't leave him with the slightest hope.

The glimmer of hope that he had held in his palm before the ball had vanished into nothingness after the ball.

Does Qin Yan, who distinguishes between public and private, actually disregard public and private?

Fu Yueting resisted the burning pain in his body and smiled hoarsely.

Not hesitating to terminate the cooperative relationship at the cost, which shows how much Qin Yan hates him.

Awareness of this is like a rusty blunt knife being sharpened in the chest.

He stepped forward and nearly tripped over the carpet under his feet. He staggered a few steps before he could stand still. When he looked up, he saw the closed sliding door in front of him.

Inside the door is the game device of "Virtual Lover".

Fu Yueting raised his hand and pressed on the door. After a long time, he slowly pulled the door open with force.

He skillfully opens the game.

Then watch the projection in the game appear in front of your eyes.

Qin Yan, who looked like a real person, stood in front of him.

Fu Yueting traced this all-too-familiar face with his eyes, and said softly, "Good evening, Qin Yan."

Perhaps because of too much alcohol, his voice was too hoarse.

Qin Yan noticed the messy clothes on his body, was startled for a second, and then replied, "Good evening."

Fu Yueting barely moved his thin lips, and took a few steps closer to the direction of the projection.

When he got close to Qin Yan, he suddenly raised his hand and tried to caress Qin Yan's side face.

However, his fingertips easily sank into the edge of the figure, and his already careful palm only slowly clenched a ball of air.

He froze.

The trembling of his fingers instantly spread throughout his body.

An uncommon silence spread infinitely in the quiet room.

Fu Yueting looked into Qin Yan's eyes, enduring unspeakable pain and rampaging in his body.

He said in a hoarse voice, "I was deceiving myself and others, so I thought it was so simple, and I could make a fake come true."

Qin Yan's eyes moved slightly, and when he was about to turn around, he heard him speak again.

"I know I was wrong." The repeated and repeated despair brought shocks again and again, and Fu Yueting only had a thin voice, "I admit my mistake and I also admit my punishment."

Qin Yan lowered his eyes and saw the half-dried wine stains on his shirt.

"But you didn't even give me the chance to admit your mistake." After the words fell, Fu Yueting's throat tightened and his voice trembled slightly.

He tremblingly asked: "Qin Yan, what should I do?"

The growing fragility in the voice made Qin Yan's eyes subconsciously fall back to his face.

But at the same time, his heart beat suddenly.

Fu Yueting was still staring at him, but the corners of his eyes were stained red by this question. The sharp black eyes that used to be like cold stars were now soaked in a layer of water, covered with the last hopeless light, and silently slipped from his face.

Watching this scene, waves of complexities quietly flooded into Qin Yan's heart.

Fu Yueting.

He cried.