25: C25 Drunk

C25 Drunk

Ye Han was stunned. To be honest, this marriage was ridiculous, but without Fenng Yan's consent, she had to persist.

"Senior, I can only tell you that I cannot divorce. "

She indeed could not divorce.

At this point, Shao Qingyun did not press her any further and could only lower his head.

After hanging up the phone, he looked up and sighed with his face covered. He was still too late.

Three years ago, he should have told her clearly and clearly that he loved her.

When Shao Qingyun was on the phone, Lan Caier was not idle either.

Because they were already engaged, they lived together with the consent of their elders. Lan Caier originally thought that she could become Shao Qingyun's woman, but they had always slept in separate rooms.

Yes, Shao Qingyun had never slept with her!

She later comforted herself that Qingyun must have wanted to wait until the day they got married before doing that. Thinking like this, Lan Caier could also let go of it.

But now it was different. Ye Han had appeared and Qingyun was already captivated by her.

Thinking about this, Lan Caier walked out of the bathroom and specially changed into a silk sleeper skirt. She put all of her hair to the left and sprayed some perfume on her body.

This was the perfume she had specially asked someone to bring back from France. It had a unique fragrance and most importantly, it had a little aphrodisiac effect. She originally wanted to use it on the day they got married, but now it seemed that it was time to take it out and use it.

She took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet, then took two goblets and walked towards Shao Qingyun's room.

When she reached the door, she was about to knock on the door when she heard a sound in the room. It might be the sound of someone knocking on the table.

She was puzzled and listened carefully.

"Fenng Yan, how can you marry her!"

She could totally imagine Shao Qingyun gnashing his teeth in anger. Her hands couldn't help trembling because of jealousy, but she had to endure it.

Qingyun, after tonight, you will be my man. Will you still like Ye Han so much in the future?

Lan Caier restrained all of her negative emotions, opened her smile, and knocked on the door.

"Qingyun, it's me, I'm Caier. "

The person in the room paused for a moment before saying, "Come in. "

Lan Caier walked over slowly with her waist twisted. She saw Shao Qingyun sitting by the bed dejectedly, so she put the red wine in her hand on the gray carpet.

She also sat on the carpet, poured a glass of wine and passed it to him. She said with a smile, "Come and have a drink with me. "

If it were in the past, he would never drink in the middle of the night. It would affect his life the next day.

But today was different. Shao Qingyun felt depressed, and he could use the wine to relieve his worries.

He took the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

"One more glass. " This time, Shao Qingyun also sat on the carpet like her. Their legs inevitably touched.

Lan Caier's plan had already been half carried out. She was extremely pleased with herself.

Ye Han, should I thank you?

Lan Caier poured red wine for him while she took a small sip.2

"Qingyun, everything will pass. " She tried to approach Shao Qingyun. Shao Qingyun did not notice, so Lan Caier became even more unscrupulous. She put her left hand on his shoulder and put her head on his hand.

Shao Qingyun thought of Ye Han in his heart. He did not care about her getting so close to him and only said in a daze, "She is married. She is already married. "

In a place that he could not see, Lan Caier's gaze was fierce. But when she turned around to look at him, she was already as gentle as water.

She saw that Shao Qingyun was already a little tipsy, so she put down the wine cup. She used her right hand to gently stroke his nose, face, and finally the corner of her mouth.

"Don't worry, Qingyun. I will always be by your side. " She whispered into his ear. It carried the mellow fragrance of red wine and another unique scent of a woman. Shao Qingyun felt very dizzy.

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