ide was Lin Jinyan. He leaned against the door frame, panting and asked, "How did you get here" 。I have something to tell you. 。Lin Jinran didn't have any idle chatter, her small face was serious and...Lin Jinran blinked her confused eyes and lowered her eyelids. Her cherry lips parted, releasing a faint aroma of red wine, "Wasn't it you who made me drink it"

Fu Mo'han narrowed his eyes and continued to ask, "Why were you with Su Han"

"Why" Lin Jinran tilted her head, seeming to be pondering with some distress. Her cherry lips slowly opened, and a soft voice flowed out, "Why Why is that"

Fu Mo's eyes sank slightly, his voice a hypnotic drawl. "What troubles you"

Lin Jinian tilted his head, a little troubled, as if thinking about something.

She pouted unhappily, glaring at Fu Mo'han. "It's all because of you! If it weren't for you... I wouldn't have resigned... Let go of me... let go..." Lin Jinran pushed against Fu Mo'han's chest with her fingers, almost unable to stand steady as she was drunk.

"Lin Jinran, don't move!" Fu Mo'han didn't expect Lin Jinran to be drunk, but his strength seemed to have increased a lot. He couldn't help but frown and reprimand in a low voice.

Lin Jinran looked up, pouting unhappily, “What are you shouting for You only ever shout at me. Anyway, you won't be able to shout for much longer…”

She didn't notice at all that her words had suddenly made Fu Mo's usually cold and stern face darken.

"Is that what you really want, a divorce" His voice was low and devoid of any warmth.

"You don't want a divorce" Lin Jinran tilted her head, squinting with hazy eyes. She felt that Fu Mokhan in front of her had become several people, and she could hardly tell which one was which.

Fu Mo Han did not answer Lin Jin Ran, thinking or not.

He yearns for a lifelong marriage.

Even if I don't love him, I will be responsible to the end.

But this woman, she married him with a purpose, and couldn't wait to leave him.

So, what exactly is he

"How are there so many of you" Lin Jinran raised her fair little hand and waved it randomly in front of her eyes, trying to swat the person away.

However, it didn't have any effect at all. She still saw several Fu Mo Han standing in front of her. She was unhappy, "Why are there so many of you It's so annoying and bothersome."

"Lin Jinran, shut your mouth if you're drunk!" Fu Mo'han clearly had some displeasure with Lin Jinran's chattiness and rebuked him again, his voice slightly gentler than before.

Lin Jinran unwillingly closed her mouth, she tilted her head and looked at Fu Mo'han's face with a drunken gaze, suddenly asked strangely, "Fu Mo'han, you really like Lin Ruochu, don't you"

"As he spoke, Lin Jinyan lowered his head and murmured, "You only smile at her, and to me, you only have a cold face. You must like her very much, like someone would smile."

"Have you ever smiled at me" Fu Mo Han retorted, unwilling to be outdone. Had she ever smiled at him

Blaming him for his cold face, she, on the other hand, avoided it, and even after their divorce, she wasn't any less involved!

"I smile at you, and you don't smile back at me."

Lin Jinran once again raised her little head, her cherry-red lips curling into a dazzling smile.

Fu Mo Han lowered his eyes to look, his face was like Lin Jin Ran who had been painted with blush, slightly squinting his eyes, the pretty pink corners of his lips curved upwards.

His heart seemed to be struck hard, as if there was a familiar feeling, a déjà vu.

Lin Jinran's eyes became even more lost, feeling that Fu Mochen's face was becoming increasingly unreal and distant.

< Slowly, bit by bit, she leaned against Fu Mochen's shoulder. Lin Jinran slowly closed her eyes and lightly leaned against Fu Mochen's shoulder before falling into a deep sleep. >

A sweet, feminine scent mingled with the aroma of wine, slowly swirling around Fu Mo'han.

Fu Mo's sword eyebrows furrowed.

Because he resigned her eyes, but she showed nothing on her face." 。Fu Shaoqing had already seen Mu Shaocheng from afar. He nodded as a greeting and walked to the tombstone, bending over respectfully in a bow just like...