d on.Fu Yan stood in the spacious dressing room, wearing a dress. She reached her hand to the back to zip it up, but could only reach halfway. Her hand got stuck if she tried to go any higher, and she...Lately, he's been busy training and doesn't have much time to spend with her. He doesn't even know that she was bullied by someone surnamed Huang before. This brother of his, he's failed as a sibling.

As Song Ji was about to board the plane, she turned her head back and saw Fu Jing.

He has lost weight, his facial features are more defined.

Actually, Fu Jing had noticed her a long time ago. It's just that they had an unpleasant parting that day. He still couldn't forget her and wanted to get closer, but he also knew it was impossible anymore.

Still, Fu Jing was the first to break the silence. "Where are you going home I'll send you."

Fu Yan shook her head. "I drove here."

Fu Jing tightened his grip on the car keys and nodded.

"Fu Jing," Fu Yan called out to him, "I'm sorry."

Ji Lin said that Fu Jing had been in a low mood recently. He never used to drink, but he drank a lot that night. It turned out Ji Lin already knew it was because Fu Jing wouldn't let Ji Lin tell her.

Although she shattered his idealized vision of love, he still chooses to defend her.

"Fu Jing said calmly, 'You don't owe me anything. You have the right to like whoever you want, but I hope you're happy. If that person makes you unhappy, I'll be heartbroken.'"

After saying that, Fu Jing left the airport.

Fu Yan watched his back, her heart a whirlwind of emotions. It seemed that loving someone first always meant being humble.

just like she did with Huo Mingzheng.

He Mingzheng is more than just a source of unhappiness for her.

Fu Yan felt like her heart had been ripped from her chest and left to bake in the scorching sun, buried under frost and snow. He didn't care about her life or death, hurting her at will.

Late at night, Cao Yuan parked his car in the parking lot of Zui Renjian. Cao Fang got out of the passenger seat and opened the back door of the car.

Huo Mingzheng strode out of the car and handed the documents to Cao Fang. Cao Fang organized them and put them into his briefcase.

Suddenly, the man walking ahead stopped. Cao Yuan and Cao Fang immediately stopped as well, their reaction speed extremely fast.

Cao Yuan had excellent vision; he could see very clearly even from a distance. Huo Mingzheng was currently looking at a white Volkswagen in the parking space.

The license plate seems a bit familiar.

The person in the car was slumped over the steering wheel, whether drunk or asleep, completely motionless, only a black head of hair visible, vaguely recognizable as a woman.

After sending Ji Lin off, Fu Yan drove aimlessly and ended up at Zui Renjian.

She had heard that people often came to the Drunken World to get drunk, but looking at the list of drinks, she knew she couldn't afford to buy herself into a stupor because she didn't have that much money.

So she drank a few cups.

I don't know if it was a cold, just a weak constitution, or because she was too tired the night before, but after a few glasses of alcohol, she really felt a little drunk.

Before leaving, Ji Lin gave her a thousand warnings not to wander around outside carelessly. In this society where there are so many wolves in sheep's clothing, it's impossible to guard against them, especially since she is particularly beautiful.

She knew this, so she obediently went back to her car. She wanted to call for a ride but realized her phone was dead.

He Mingzheng really thought that her sense of self-preservation was sometimes strong and sometimes weak. She wasn't even closing the car door properly, and she dared to fall asleep like this even though she was so drunk.

His face was cold, he opened the car door, and bent down to carry her out of the seat.

Fu Yan's head slipped, her face pressed against his chest.

The streetlight illuminated Ho Mingzheng's hand, which froze.

Fu Yan closed his eyes, with tears staining his coat; in an instant, they were absorbed into it.

She cried.

Fuyan couldn't tell if it was her heart hurting or somewhere else in her body. It hurt so badly, she felt like she was going to die.

She clutched Huo Mingzheng's collar like a drowning person grasping at a straw, her fingers white-knuckled, mumbling incoherently in her drunken stupor, her voice raspy.

" Huo Mingzheng, can you please, not get engaged, can you please just not... You know I..." kept offering me drinks, and I accepted them all. The whole thing felt very carefree and efficient.Colleagues privately really like Fu Yan, she's not shy or pretentious, her work is also excellent. S...