205: C205 The Dog Was Desperate

C205 The Dog Was Desperate

After leaving Qiao Yumeng's house, Fu Qianchen received a call from Qiao Yurou.

To be specific, he received a call from Qiao Yurou's phone. The person who called was a stranger. He said he was the bartender of the bar. Qiao Yurou was drunk. She hugged her phone and cried at his phone number. He had no choice but to call her on behalf of Qiao Yurou.

Fu Qianchen did not object to women drinking, but it was best not to get drunk.

Of course, Qiao Yurou was the one who got drunk. Even if he did not like her, he could not ignore her. Recently, for Qiao Yumeng's matter, he had indeed neglected her for too long.

"Address." Fu Qianchen's tone was calm.

"Bingjiang Road, Mockingbird Bar."

"Help me take care of her. I'll come over now."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Qianchen drove to the next intersection and took a turn. He drove straight to Bingjiang Road. When he arrived, it was only eight o'clock in the evening. There were not many people in the bar. As soon as he entered, he saw Qiao Yurou lying on the bar counter.

"Xiao Rou." Fu Qianchen frowned slightly and reached out his hand to shake Qiao Yurou's shoulder gently.

"Sir, this lady has not paid yet." The bar looked at Fu Qianchen awkwardly. Fu Qianchen was obviously not someone to be trifled with. He really needed some courage to ask for wine money from him.

"How much?" Fu Qianchen did not even look at the bartender.

"She drinks western wine, so it's more expensive." The bartender carefully observed Fu Qianchen's expression. After making sure that Fu Qianchen did not even frown after he finished speaking, he continued, "There's a total of 86,000."

"Yes, I'll swipe my card." As Fu Qianchen spoke, he pulled Qiao Yurou, who was completely drunk, into his arms and handed a gold card to the bartender with one hand.

The bartender did not expect Fu Qianchen to give money so quickly. He was stunned for a second before he quickly took the card with both hands. He swiped the card and asked Fu Qianchen to transfer the password.

"Sorry for the trouble." Fu Qianchen nodded at the bartender and then left with Qiao Yurou.

The bartender stood there in a daze. After a long while, he muttered, "Aren't rich people rude?"

Fu Qianchen left with Qiao Yurou and placed her in the back seat. He then started the car and went straight to Qiao Yurou's house. Unfortunately, there was no one in Qiao Yurou's house. Even the nanny, Liu Ma, was not there.

Standing at the entrance, Fu Qianchen felt a little helpless. He looked at Qiao Yurou who was still sleeping and did not wake up. He could only bring her home.

In fact, they were an unmarried couple. It was normal to bring Qiao Yurou home, but he could not feel the tension in his heart. Qiao Yurou was still the same as he remembered. He always felt a little uncomfortable. As for what she should say, he could not say it himself.

After returning home, Fu Qianchen placed Qiao Yurou on the bed. He was really planning to take off her shoes when Qiao Yurou suddenly opened her eyes. Her eyes were a little dazed. After a long while, her gaze landed on Fu Qianchen's face. She asked in a testing tone, "Big... brother Qianchen?"

Her cautious expression suddenly reminded Fu Qianchen of Qiao Yumeng who had just married him. At that time, Qiao Yumeng had the same expression every time she spoke to him.

"It's me." Fu Qianchen took back his thoughts and said, "You are drunk. Just take a nap and you will be fine."

"Yes," Fu Qianchen said. Qiao Yurou nodded obediently. Seeing Fu Qianchen move, she suddenly became like a child who had lost her beloved toy. She straightened up and hooked her arm around Fu Qianchen's neck. She said with an aggrieved tone, "Don't go..."

"I'm not going." Fu Qianchen stiffened. How long had it been since he and Qiao Yurou were so close? He could not remember clearly. His relationship with Qiao Yurou was as indifferent as water.

"Mr Qianchen, are you in love with big sister?" Qiao Yurou asked. She took back one of her hands and gently drew Fu Qianchen's facial features.

"No, you think too much." Fu Qianchen was not used to Qiao Yurou's actions. He reached out and took Qiao Yurou's hand off his face. Then he took the other hand that was wrapped around his neck away. He moved back and said, "You need to rest when you are drunk. If there is anything, we can talk about it tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, Qiao Yurou pursed her lips and looked at him. Without any warning, tears rolled down her face.

Seeing Qiao Yurou cry, Fu Qianchen was really at a loss. He could only walk to her side and sit down. He reached out and held her in his arms. He patted her back gently and said, "Don't cry. Don't cry."

Qiao Yurou looked up at Fu Qianchen and her tears fell even more violently.

"Don't cry. I really can't do anything to you." Fu Qianchen sighed helplessly and reached out his hand to wipe away Qiao Yurou's tears.

Tears were probably the most beneficial weapon in the world to attack him. Every time Qiao Yurou cried, he would abandon his weapon and surrender.1

"Mr Qianchen..." Qiao Yurou suddenly reached out and hooked her arm around Fu Qianchen's neck and took the initiative to kiss him.

Being kissed by Qiao Yurou, Fu Qianchen subconsciously stepped back.

He avoided it. Qiao Yurou looked at him with sadness in her eyes.

"You don't have me in your heart, do you?" Qiao Yurou looked at Fu Qianchen with a smile and tears rolled down her face.

It was as if someone had grabbed her heart and made it difficult for her to breathe. Fu Qianchen clenched his teeth hard to ease the uncomfortable feeling. He said, "Why do you think so? I just had too many things to do recently, so I neglected you."

"Did I just ignore it?" Qiao Yurou smiled bitterly. "Mr Qianchen, do you know what the outside world says about us?"

The outside world? Fu Qianchen never cared about what others said.

"They said you didn't want to marry me because you already have someone else in your heart. How can an ordinary woman like me keep your heart?"

"That's what they say. You can't take it to heart, understand?"

"It's just nonsense?" Qiao Yurou laughed, "If it was just someone else saying that, then why did you hide just now?"

Why? Fu Qianchen's mood was a little complicated all of a sudden.

To be honest, he didn't know why he had to hide. He just did it subconsciously. It was as if he had been resisting Qiao Yurou's approach from the bottom of his heart.

"You are drunk." Fu Qianchen could only reply dryly.

"But I am awake!" Qiao Yurou's words were used to shout. She rarely talked to Fu Qianchen like that.

"Can we talk about it tomorrow?" Fu Qianchen's heart was in chaos. He wanted to escape.

"Tell me now." Qiao Yurou reached out and grabbed Fu Qianchen's hand, then she kissed him again.

Fu Qianchen subconsciously wanted to avoid her, but when he thought of Qiao Yurou's words, he braced himself and froze.

"Look." Qiao Yurou took the initiative to let go of Fu Qianchen. "Sure enough, you don't have me in your heart anymore." After she finished speaking, she said calmly, "You have fallen in love with Qiao Yumeng, right?"

"No." Fu Qianchen turned his head.

"If not, why won't you marry me? "Am I not good? How long have I waited for you? "A full ten years!" Qiao Yurou yelled at Fu Qianchen hysterically.

Fu Qianchen was silent for a while. He looked up into Qiao Yurou's eyes. "Okay, let's get married."

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