oom, wiping her hands.In the living room, Song yi saw her return and immediately beckoned her over, "Madam, come here quickly, let me take your measurements.""Size" Fu Xiaoyao walked over, completely...Fu Xiaoyao stopped her steps, "Why do you ask You mentioned this earlier with a look of hatred. It shows that this isn't something you wanted to bring up, so why should I ask"

"Well, you've noticed, haven't you But I'll give you a chance to ask, just one question, and I'll tell you how." Tang Yi held up a finger in front of her, teasingly.

Fu Xiaoyao directly slapped his hand away, "I don't want to know, I'm not interested."

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Are you sure you don't want to ask" Tang Yi looked at her.

Fu Xiaoyao remained unmoved. "Don't ask!"

"Alright, you said so yourself. Don't come crying to me later!" Tang Yi put his hands behind his back and walked towards the car.

Fu Xiaoyao looked at his back and felt a little puzzled, "Hey, what do you mean by that"

Tang Yi's footsteps never stopped, "The meaning of the characters, you guess for yourself."

"You..." Fu Xiaoyao was angry, but she had no way to deal with him.

After all, he had just told her to ask, but she didn't.

"What are you still doing Get in the car!" Tang Yi sat inside the car, sticking his head out to shout at Fu Xiaoyao who was still standing there motionless.

Fu Xiaoyao sighed and ran towards him.

Back at the apartment, it was already past midnight.

Tang Yi sent her to the door of her apartment and left without any intention of going in for a cup of tea.

At this, Fu Xiaoyao couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief.

To be honest, she was actually quite worried that Tang Yi would use an excuse to come in and then just stay put.

But in the end, it turned out she had overthought things. He wasn't that kind of person at all.

Unable to suppress a chuckle at her own suspicions, Fu Xiaoyao shook her head and gently closed the door. She returned to her room to get pajamas and prepare for a bath before bed.

But when she came out of the shower, the phone on the bedside table suddenly rang.

She wiped her hair as she walked toward the bedside, then picked up her phone and glanced at it. When she saw the caller ID, she was slightly taken aback.

It was Auntie Song's call. It's so late, could something be wrong

Thinking to herself, Fu Xiaoyao hesitated no longer, dropping the towel and picking up the phone. "Aunt Song"

"Madam, you finally answered." Auntie Song's labored breath came through the phone.

Fu Xiaoyao heard this, her brows furrowed, "Aunt Song, is something the matter"

"Uh.... actually, it's nothing much, just Mr...."

"What's wrong with him" Fu Xiaoyao asked hastily, the anxiety in her voice unconcealed.

Aunt Song listened and was very pleased, "Tai Jump, you still care about Mr., don't you"

Fu Xiaoyao fell silent for two seconds before humming softly, "We never actually divorced. I'm just giving him the cold shoulder, which doesn't mean I don't care about him. So Aunt Song, what happened to him"

"Mr. Li is drunk and keeps calling out for his wife's name," Aunt Song sighed.

Fu Xiaoyao was astonished, "Drunk And calling my name"

"Yes, sir, he went to an auction tonight, drank a lot of alcohol and was sent back by Qiao Mu. Now he's lying in bed calling your name, madam, you don't believe me, listen." Song Yi said, placing the phone by the man's mouth on the bed.

The man on the bed had his eyes closed, his brow furrowed tightly. His cheeks were slightly flushed, and his tie was loosened, dangling messily over his face. His suit and shirt were in disarray, smelling strongly of alcohol that made it hard to breathe close by. He was clearly drunk and unconscious, but his mouth kept mumbling something incessantly.

Fu Xiaoyao also listened carefully for a while before she heard him calling her name.

Hearing Lu Hanzhan repeatedly call out "Fu Xiaoyao," Fu Xiaoyao felt a stinging sensation at the tip of her nose, her eyes became blurry, and a tightness gripped her chest.

She couldn't understand what he meant by calling her name when he was drunk!

"Madam, did you hear that" Aunt Song took the phone from Lu Hanchuan's mouth and put it back to her ear.

Fu Xiaoyao raised her head, took a breath, and replied in a choked voice, "I heard."

"Madam, would you like to come back and see your husband I think he misses you very much." Auntie Song said cautiously.

Fu Xiaoyao bit her lower lip, "I..."

"Madam, come back." Fearing she would refuse, Song Yi hastily added another sentence the moment she opened her mouth.

Fu Xiaoyao was struggling inside, not knowing how to choose.

Aunt Song understood her. She knew that her silence meant she had some feelings stirred within her. Her eyes rolled, and she continued, "Madam, look at your husband's appearance. He keeps calling your name, he must have dreamt of you. Can you bear to leave your husband alone"

But...

"Oh!" Aunt Song suddenly exclaimed.

Fu Xiaoyao's heart skipped a beat, her grip on the phone tightening instinctively. "What's wrong, Auntie Song"

“Sir, he vomited, madam, he vomited all over himself. You should hurry back and change his clothes for him. Although I am an old woman, I am still a female, I can't possibly help change his clothes. Besides, if sir wakes up and finds out, he will definitely get furious, maybe even fire me. So madam, please come back.” Aunt Song is now pleading with her.

Fu Xiaoyao could no longer hesitate. She rubbed her hair vigorously, making it even more disheveled, and helplessly said, “I understand. I’ll be right back.”

After hanging up, she tossed her phone onto the bed and rummaged through her suitcase for a clean set of clothes to change into.

After changing, she didn't waste any time. She didn't even bother to blow-dry her hair. She grabbed the phone she had just dropped and rushed out of the apartment.

When she arrived at the apartment building, a familiar black Mercedes was parked there. The window rolled down, and Uncle Liu's familiar face appeared.

Fu Xiaoyao saw him, and her heart suddenly felt a surge of understanding.

It turns out she was a first-strike-then-report type, Aunt Song had made up her mind to send her back long ago, so she had Uncle Liu come pick her up before making the phone call. This old woman is really...

"Madam, get in the car." Liu Shu poked his head out of the car and shouted at Fu Xiaoyao who was staring blankly ahead.

Fu Xiaoyao's eyes flickered, and she smiled and nodded.

When we got to the villa, it was already over an hour later.

Aunt Song stood outside the villa, greeting her. When Fu Xiaoyao got out of the car, she hurried forward and kindly pulled her over, then looked her up and down. “You’ve lost weight.”

Fu Xiaoyao laughed and cried, "Where did you lose weight"

"She's so thin now, her face has sunken in." Auntie Song poked her cheek with concern.

Fu Xiaoyao tossed her hair behind her ear, "Really But I don't feel anything myself."

"Of course it's true, can I fool you You haven't been eating well these past two days, have you" Aunt Song said, pulling her towards the villa while expressing concern.

Fu Xiaoyao shook her head. "It's okay, I ate already, just not much."

"That must be the food outside doesn't taste good, Madam. You should move back in." Auntie Song suggested to her.

Fu Xiaoyao was silent for a moment, then smiled and steered the conversation in a different direction, "Let's not talk about that, Aunt Song. How is he Is he sober now"

"No, she's fast asleep now." Aunt Song sighed.

"Did you not make hangover soup for him"

“It’s cooked, but sir won’t wake up, so I can’t… there’s no way I can force it down his throat…”

"I understand, then I'll go see him." Fu Xiaoyao released Song Yi's arm and went upstairs.

As soon as she entered the room, a strong smell of alcohol hit her nostrils. Fu Xiaoyao's face changed slightly, and she almost vomited!

How much did Lu Hanchuan drinkcrumpled.Lu Hanchuan retracted his smile, "Feeling uneasy""Hmm." Fu Xiaoyao nodded.Lü Hánchuan touched her head, "You're probably too nervous. Don't think too much about it, let's go.""Perhaps." Fu Xi...