1138: C1138 Drunk

C1138 Drunk

Fu Sihan was in a good mood when he saw how angry Mu Qichen was.

He raised his arm and pulled the bottle down to the right.

Ten whiskey glasses were filled up by 70%.

Fu Sihan raised his hand and signaled Mu Qichen to continue drinking.

"I originally thought that the relationship between you and Sheng Yan would have ended long ago." Fu Sihan said.

Mu Qichen looked up at him and asked, "If it were you, would you let go of Yan Wanwan's hand?"

An answer immediately emerged in Fu Sihan's mind: Impossible.

He absolutely could not let go of Yan Wanwan.

After thinking it through, he laughed at himself.

He and Mu Qichen were the same type of people. Originally, their relationship was thin and they had no fate with love. It was only because they met that person.

Since they met, they would not let go.

He was the light of life. Who wouldn't desire light? Who would be willing to let light disappear forever in their own world?

No one.

"Fu Sihan, how did you chase Yan Wanwan back then?" Mu Qichen supported his head with one hand and asked Fu Sihan seriously.

Fu Sihan had never really thought about this question.

How did he get Yan Wanwan back?

There seemed to be no other way.

No matter how determined and cold Yan Wanwan was, she was essentially a kind and motherly woman.

"Persuading and pestering." In the end, Fu Sihan only said these two words. When he said it, he couldn't help but curl his lips.

"But Mu Qichen, Sheng Yan and Wanwan are completely different. They are suitable for Wanwan, but not for Sheng Yan." Fu Sihan said, "What Wanwan and I experienced and what you and Sheng Yan experienced. It was also a completely different story. Emotions are the least reference."

Of course, Mu Qichen knew that there was no reference for emotions, but when people were in despair, they always wanted to find a glimmer of hope.

He wanted Fu Sihan to give him some hope that he could get Sheng Yan back.

But obviously, he found the wrong person. The Fu Family's Third Young Master was best at making others disappointed, which made them even more desperate.

"He really doesn't know how to speak. How did he catch up to Yan Wanwan?" Mu Qichen felt disgusted.

Fu Sihan raised his eyebrows and said in a good mood, "She likes it."

It did not matter how he knew. What was important was that the two of them had completed their cultivation, didn't they?

You should be envious!

"Mommy!" Fu Guanan's baby voice appeared again, "Mommy, mommy, mommy!"

When he called Mommy, he was always happier than when he called Daddy. And the contrast in attitude was obvious.

Fu Sihan ground his teeth. After all, he was the son he had asked for. No matter how much he liked him, he had to take care of him.

"Yes, Wanwan, mommy." Fu Sihan responded to his son, but his tone and attitude were quite perfunctory.

Fu Yan An did not mind this and happily waved his hands and feet, "Mommy, mommy, mommy!"

Fu Sihan glanced at Mu Qichen from the corner of his eye and suddenly thought of something. He pointed at Mu Qichen and said to his son, "Your mom went out to play today but didn't take you with her because of that Uncle opposite her."

As soon as Fu Sihan finished speaking, Fu Guanan looked at Mu Qichen.

Before, when he looked at Mu Qichen, his eyes were indifferent, as if he was looking at a toy that he was not interested in. But now, his eyes were full of vigor.

Mu Qichen suspected that if this stupid child were two years older, he would rush over and hit him.

The scene of two big and one mistress being a man lasted for three hours.

Mu Qichen said that he wanted to get drunk and use alcohol to relieve his worries, but his alcohol tolerance was too good and it was not easy for him to get drunk. Fu Sihan brought his son along and it was not convenient for him to drink, so he could only give up in the end.

The two of them bickered with each other quite a bit, and there was also the sound of little Yan An's milk mixed in.

When they were saying goodbye, Mu Qichen looked at Fu Yan An with some infatuation.

During this period of time, he often thought that if he was more careful and more careful, that child would still be there, and the relationship between him and Sheng Yan would not be like this.

"Envy?" Fu Sihan held his son with one hand.

Mu Qichen did not say anything, but his attitude was obviously acquiescence.

How could he not be envious?

"Then think of something by yourself." Fu Sihan patted Mu Qichen's shoulder. "At most, we can start from scratch."

A sociologist who studied the sexual relationship once made a public speech. He said that the relationships between husband and wife could be divided into starting, ending, and beginning. In this era where the divorce rate kept rising, the divorced couple remarried again. Maybe it was not a reunion, but the beginning of a new relationship.

The remarriage of a broken mirror would more or less have traces and motley marks.

Only by starting from scratch could this relationship become even more beautiful and lasting.

If Mu Qichen and Sheng Yan could reconcile, Sheng Yan would not date Yan Wanwan every two to three days like now, right?

If Yan Wanwan was present, she would definitely refute him, How can there be two to three days?

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Fu Sihan did not expect that one day, he would actually receive a call from the bar, asking him to go to the bar to pick up someone.

It was still Yan Wanwan.

When Fu Sihan arrived at the bar, there was a pile of empty beer bottles on the table. The three women in the seats were so drunk that they fell to the ground. They did not forget to hold hands and babble about something.

He did not understand a single word, but these three women seemed to have created their own language. Not only did they understand each other, but they also laughed together.

Fu Sihan was the major shareholder of this bar. The manager of the bar knew Yan Wanwan, so he arranged bodyguards to stand around the three of them and protect them well.

"Mr Fu, this... The manager asked Fu Sihan for instructions.

The identities of these three people were not simple, and none of them dared to casually move about.

Fu Sihan waved his hand, indicating for them to go and do their work.

He called two numbers in succession, and only threw out five words, "Nine Nights to pick them up."

Half an hour later, Shengji Yang and Fu Nanzhu arrived at the bar one after another.1

Yan Wanwan was already hugged in Fu Sihan's arms and was sleepy. Guan Qingjiu and Sheng Yan hugged each other in the booth. The two of them were muttering something and the others did not understand what they were saying.

Fu Nanzhu,... ""

Sheng Jiyang,... "

"My younger sister has caused Third Young Master Fu trouble. She will definitely pay a visit to thank you another day." When Sheng Jiyang spoke about the situation, his words were watertight.

He was just about to go over and help Sheng Yan up when he was suddenly stopped by a hand.

"Wait!" Ansley wore a cap to cover most of his face. He turned on the phone's camera function and aimed it at Sheng Yan. He took a few pictures in a row.

His calm tone made people feel a trace of excitement. "Wait for Sheng Yan tomorrow. Let her see how ugly she is!"

Sheng Jiyang took a picture of the back of Ansley's neck. "Don't say that Little Yan is ugly."

Furthermore, how could she be ugly? Even if his sister was drunk, she would still be very cute.

Sheng Jiyang and Fu Nanzhu each supported one person, separating Sheng Yan and Guan Qingjiu, the two drunkards. The two of them leaned on the man as if they were boneless.

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