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Zhou Hanruo returned to the kitchen and took out a bottle of wine and two goblets.

The decorations in the villa have almost not changed, so she still has a good grasp of what she wants to take.

"I'll meet again after a long time, how about I'll treat me to a drink?" Zhou Hanruo shook the bottle in his hand and said with a smile.

Tang Jiyang looked at her with his eyes closed, and still pursed his lips without saying a word.

Zhou Hanruo sat opposite him, holding a bottle opener to open the wine. Perhaps the block was too tight, and she didn't open it for a while, and her beautiful eyebrows were frowning together.

After Zhou Hanruo's attempts and efforts failed, she finally gave up, and then looked up at Tang Jiyang sitting opposite him as if she was asking for help.

Tang Jiyang also looked at her, with a little complicated and faint mockery in her eyes. She has always been like this. When she encounters something she can't handle, she looks at him with her innocent big eyes. Then, he will surrender.

This time, it seemed no exception. He took the wine bottle and the bottle opener from her hand, pulled out the piston easily, and slowly injected the wine into the crystal goblet.

Then, he picked up the goblet in front of him, raised his head and drank it all.

Zhou Hanruo shook the wine glass and put it on his nose and smelled it. The wine was very good and exuded the mellow fragrance of grapes. She had a poor alcohol tolerance, and it was basically a cup of water, but if you drink a little less, you shouldn't be too drunk.

She held the wine glass and was about to drink it when Tang Jiyang took it over and drank it all in one go.

Zhou Hanruo frowned slightly, looked at him alone, silently, and drank a whole bottle of wine.

She blinked her long and thick eyelashes and thought to herself: It’s said that the relationship is deep and the mouth is full of depression. Is he overjoyed when he saw her coming back from the other side of the ocean alive?

But Tang Jiyang's deep face looked like he was not happy at all, and even the aura around him was cold.

The atmosphere was a little stiff. He didn't speak, but just kept looking at her, and there seemed to be a surging vortex rolling in his deep eyes.

No matter how thick the Zhou Hanruo was, he felt uncomfortable. In fact, she had a lot of words to say to him. She thought of him every day and night when they were separated, but when the words came to her, she didn't know where to start.

Finally, she just said dryly, "If you drink too quickly, you will get drunk easily. I will go to sober up the tea."

After Zhou Hanruo finished speaking, he stood up from the sofa. However, before he could take a step, Tang Jiyang held his arm and pulled it into his arms.

He tightly locked her in his chest. His hand was filled with alcohol, but it didn't smell bad.

She didn't know if he was really drunk, so she didn't move, just quietly, letting him hold herself.

Tang Jiyang's lips slowly pressed against her ears, and his voice was hoarse and almost sad, "Do you still know how to come back? I thought you would never come back. No, don't miss it! Zhou Hanruo, it turns out that he can really do what he says."

His low voice was calm and deep, but almost extremely sad.

Zhou Hanruo's eyes were red and she wanted to cry. She held back the urge to cry and was about to explain, but he suddenly pushed her away and quickly walked upstairs.

Then, a heavy slamming sound came from the upstairs.

Zhou Hanruo stood there in a daze, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes. He thought to himself: It hasn't changed at all, he is still so introverted.

She sighed heavily, then picked up the empty wine bottle and goblet on the table, turned around and walked into the kitchen.

Zhou Hanruo tied up an apron and threw the empty wine bottle into the recycling bucket. Then, he stood in front of the dishwasher and washed the goblet. After rinsing the cup, she put it in, wiped the water marks on the cup little by little, wiped the quilt transparently and then put it back into the wine cabinet.

Then, she unscrewed the gas, boiled water, cooked sober tea, and then brought it upstairs after it was cooled down.

Zhou Hanruo stood in front of the door, holding sobering tea with one hand, and lifting the other hand to knock on the door.

The door of the room opened three times after a loud bang.

Tang Jiyang stood inside the door and looked at her with deep eyes.

"I'll cook sober tea for you," she said.

Tang Jiyang reached out to take the sober tea, looked at her with his lips pursed, and suddenly asked, "Where are you going to sleep?"

"Ah?" Zhou Hanruo didn't keep up with his rhythm and stared at him blankly.

"Come in and sleep, or go to the next room?" Tang Jiyang said again.

He didn't give her a third choice, obviously, he didn't plan to let her go back tonight.

After a while, Zhou Hanruo finally reacted and looked at him and asked, "Where do you want me to sleep?"

Before he finished speaking, he turned around and entered the room with sober tea, but the door was not closed, obviously to let her in.

Zhou Hanruo lowered his head slightly, but the corners of his lips unconsciously raised.

After drinking sobering tea, Tang Jiyang lay directly on the bed, leaving a place on the right for her.

Zhou Hanruo had already taken a shower before coming, and there was no need to take it again. She walked into the cloakroom, picked up a shirt and changed it into it, and then returned to the bedroom slowly and lay down on his side.

After she lay down, Tang Jiyang turned off the wall light at the head of the bed, and the room suddenly fell into dimness.

The room was quiet enough to hear each other's breathing.

They lay on a bed covered with a quilt, but they had no intersection between their bodies.

Zhou Hanruo lay flat, blinking at the ceiling above her head. This bedroom, this bed, and the men beside her were all very familiar to her.

She finally came back and lay again next to her beloved man. This was a scene that had appeared in her dreams countless times.

Zhou Hanruo was a little dazed, even afraid that it was just a dream. She didn't dare to close her eyes, afraid that after closing her eyes, everything would disappear. When she opened her eyes, she saw the dazzling whiteness in the hospital, and the cold sounds of medical devices and the smell of disinfectant water that would never disappear in the air.

The feeling of worrying about gains and losses made her unable to help but approach him, pressing against his strong spine, and tears fell uncontrollably.

When she approached and hugged him, Tang Jiyang's body was slightly stiff. Before he could react, he felt her trembling body and her suppressed crying.

Warm tears wet the fabric on his body, and Tang Jiyang turned around in panic and hugged her in his arms.

Zhou Hanruo's face was buried in his chest and cried even harder.

"Why are you crying? It's me who is abandoned, and it's me who should cry." Tang Jiyang's low and nice voice sounded, exuding a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness.

"You deserve it." Zhou Hanruo replied crying.

It deserves it, yes, he deserves it! Tang Jiyang thought to himself and then smiled bitterly.

Zhou Hanruo kept crying, but he never could coax girls. Every time she cried, he had only one way, which was to block her mouth.

Tang Jiyang almost subconsciously lowered his head and kissed her soft and cool lips.

The kiss, from the first four thin lips to each other, became a little bit sad and lingering, and even the temperature in the house was rising.

Tang Jiyang trapped her under her, and unconsciously unbuttoned the shirt buttons on her body one by one.

After a chill on his chest, Zhou Hanruo suddenly regained consciousness and reached out to push him in panic.
Chapter completed!