320: C320 He Fled

C320 He Fled

Even though Fong Jingya's kiss had only landed on Fu Qianchen's lips, the alcohol on her lips told Fu Qianchen that she had vomited just now.

Thinking about this, Fu Qianchen could no longer control the churning in his stomach. The stomach liquid suddenly rushed to his throat. He was so scared that he pushed Fong Jingya away and rushed to the toilet bowl before throwing up.

Fong Jingya looked at Fu Qianchen throwing up as if he wanted to throw up his bile as well. Her brows furrowed even more. When Fu Qianchen finally finished vomiting, she quickly leaned against the bathroom door and pretended to be drunk.

Fu Qianchen looked at her with a frown. After rinsing his mouth, he walked over and patted her on the cheek. "Jingya."

"Qianchen....." Fong Jingya opened her eyes and looked at Fu Qianchen. She squinted her eyes for a long time as if she had just seen his face clearly. She held his face and said the same thing she said just now, "Qianchen, don't leave me."

"Go to bed and lie down. You will catch a cold this way." Fu Qianchen frowned slightly. His patience was almost gone. Even though he wanted to brush his teeth and bleed, he still felt the smell of alcohol and vomit on his lips.

"Okay." Fong Jingya reached out and wrapped her arms around Fu Qianchen's waist. She stumbled and followed Fu Qianchen out. She was surprised that Fu Qianchen did not give her a princess hug.

After helping her to the bed, Fu Qianchen did not care if she was still wearing wet clothes. He said, "You lie down for a while. I will go and buy some clothes for you."

"I don't want you to leave me..." Buy clothes? First it was cooked rice, and the rest did not matter.

"I'll be back soon." He quickly let go of Fu Qianchen's hand and left the room without looking back.

After walking into the elevator, Fu Qianchen heaved a sigh of relief. With this breath, he smelled the vomit on his body again. His face was so ugly that it looked like he was going to die.

When he reached the first floor of the hotel, he looked for the receptionist and told her to arrange for a female staff member to change Fong Jingya's bathrobe. He also gave her money and asked her to buy a set of clothes for Fong Jingya.

"Sir, this money is too much." With such a thick stack, it was roughly estimated to be more than 5000 yuan.

"The rest is considered a tip. I'll have to trouble you." After Fu Qianchen finished speaking, he almost ran away.

He had seen men who took women to stay in hotels, but he had never seen Fu Qianchen leave them alone in a hotel like this.

"Strange." The receptionist complained and looked at the stack of money. She couldn't help but feel that although the person was a little strange, he was very generous and rich.

Fu Qianchen, who was treated as a strange person by the receptionist, felt very annoyed after he left. He called Zhou Lin, but Zhou Lin said that he was on duty and had no time.

Lu Chen had already left, so Zuo Muye was the only one left.

"Sure, I'll come after I change out of my diapers... Blow my hair, aren't you afraid of catching a cold?" Zuo Muye sounded very busy, but judging from his impatient but actually smiling voice, one could tell that he enjoyed it.

After randomly finding a bar, Fu Qianchen sent Zuo Muye a location and waited for him.

After waiting for an hour, Zuo Muye came in a hurry. Although he was driving a cool convertible sports car, who knew that he was a perfect nanny at home?

"Are you in a bad mood?" Zuo Muye found Fu Qianchen's seat and sat down.

"Sit." Fu Qianchen didn't answer directly.

"I hate it when you and Lu Chen have nothing to say to each other. You have said it hundreds of times, but you still haven't changed." Zuo Muye did not get angry when he said that. After he sat down, he would not be polite with anything more expensive. After the waiter left, he asked Fu Qianchen, "Did you shut yourself up at Qiao Yumeng's place?"

When Qiao Yumeng was mentioned, Fu Qianchen's hand paused. Facing Zuo Muye's probing gaze, he sneered and said, "No, you think too much.

"Pui!" Zuo Muye gave him a disdainful look. "Fu Qianchen, other people don't know you, but don't I know you? What are you trying to do in front of me? You asked me to teach you how to pick up girls, didn't you?"

In fact, Fu Qianchen had only wanted to drink with Zuo Muye at the beginning, but now that he had seen him, he had the same thought.

Speaking of which, it was laughable. One day, he, Fu Qianchen, would actually learn to curry favor with women.

"Is that so?" Zuo Muye held back his laughter. It was harder for him to see Fu Qianchen suffer than to see the red rain in the world.

"En." Fu Qianchen spat out a word as an answer.

"Find a brother..." Zuo Muye reached out and patted his shoulder. He quickly cut off the conversation. His gaze landed not far behind Fu Qianchen.1

Fu Qianchen was stunned. He followed Zuo Muye's line of sight and saw a familiar face.

To be specific, it was Zuo Muye's wife, Su Yinglan.

Back then, Zuo Muye and Su Yinglan's marriage was quite sensational in the south. After all, Zuo Muye was not even twenty years old at that time. However, less than two months after their marriage, he and Su Yinglan had divorced several times.

Speaking of which, it was also funny. They did not have a marriage certificate, so how could they divorce? Therefore, the two of them separated afterwards. It was not until four months later when Zuo Xinyan was born that the two of them lived together for the sake of the child.

Zuo Muye did not mention what happened after that. Fu Qianchen only knew that his and Su Yinglan's marriage was still in name and that they had been playing with each other for a long time.

Even so, Su Yinglan was still Zuo Muye's wife in name. If it was any other man who saw his wife mingling with another man, his face would not look good.

"My mother..." Zuo Muye retracted his gaze and snatched the wine glass in front of Fu Qianchen and gulped it down.

"You are..." Fu Qianchen felt a little strange. Zuo Muye was not such an unforgiving person. Su Yinglan and the other two were not like this for the first time.

Zuo Muye took a deep breath and said, "I want to divorce, but I don't know how to open my mouth."

"Do you plan to marry Cheng Nuo after the divorce? Fu Qianchen asked.

"I do, but that girl doesn't seem to like me." After Zuo Muye finished speaking, his gaze fell uncontrollably behind Fu Qianchen. Not far away, Su Yinglan seemed to be drunk as she leaned into the man's arms. The man fed her with his mouth.

The more Zuo Muye looked, the more annoyed he felt. Waves of anger rushed to his head. Without thinking, he stood up and walked towards Su Yinglan.

"Young... Young Master Zuo?" The man stuttered and could not speak clearly. He pushed Su Yinglan away.

Su Yinglan did not know if she really drank until she could not even see the person clearly or if she deliberately angered Zuo Muye. She actually reached out and grabbed Zuo Muye's wrist. She wrapped her entire body around him. "Handsome, drink with me. I have money..."

"Su Yinglan!" Zuo Muye's expression was extremely ugly. His usual carefree attitude and cynicism had completely disappeared.

"You know me?" Su Yinglan tilted her head and sized him up. Her pretty face was full of confusion, "That's good. I like to play with people I know..."

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