Luo Xiaoying looked at so many empty wine bottles on the table in front of her and frowned. She looked at him anxiously, "have you drunk? Why drink so much? "
Can his stomach stand it?
Fang Zichen low Mou smile next, stretch out a hand to grasp her wrist to pull her to own side to sit down, the movement is not too steady poured a cup of wine for her, "come, accompany me to drink together."
Luo Xiaoying took it and sniffed it. She coughed because of the smell of alcohol. "I don't know how to drink. Shall I take you back?"
It's very late now.
Fang Zichen threw away her hand and leaned back to the sofa. His face was a little gloomy. "I won't go home I'm going home alone. "
Luo Xiaoying paused and felt sorry to see him like this. "You, what's the matter with you?"
What happened?
Fang Zichen lowered his eyes. There seemed to be water in his eyes. He leaned slightly over the wine glass on the table and drank it. He glanced at her with a hoarse voice. "How are your parents?"
Luo Xiaoying was stunned. She didn't know why he asked, but she nodded: "well."
Fang Zichen gently smile, with a bit bitter, "my parents feelings bad, just three hours ago, my mother informed me that they divorced."
His tone with a deep self mockery, although smiling, but still people feel very distressed.
Luo Xiaoying was shocked. She didn't expect such a thing to happen.
I don't know how to comfort him.
She never knew how to comfort others.
Fang Zichen leaned against the back of the sofa, his head against it, and raised his hand to cover his eyes.
He knew that he was always open-minded, but he didn't know how to comfort himself this time.
Mom and dad are divorced. They may not come back to this home.
A month ago, my mother said to go to America to have a good talk with my father, and then ask him to go home together
Sure enough, your words can never be taken seriously.
Autumn night already has cold air, from the hot night, you can feel the cold air on your face.
Luo Xiaoying helps Fang Zichen stagger out and stands on the side of the road waiting for the bus.
She is small, it is a little difficult to support the drunk Fang Zichen!
Fang Zichen was not very obedient. He pushed her away and leaned against the big tree. He sat down on the ground and covered his stomach with pain on his face
Luo Xiaoying squatted down and looked at him, "where does it hurt? You get up first. It's cold on the ground
She tried hard to pull him up, but Fang Zichen pulled him to the front with his backhand. In time, she stretched out her hand to support him on his shoulder and didn't lean up
Her eyes were opposite, and her heart beat missed a beat.
Fang Zichen looked at her in bewilderment and pain, "Why are you so good to me?"
Fingers slightly curled up, falling Sakura want to push him away, but he was tight arm into his arms, face and face closer.
"Do you like me very much?" He does not know is drunk or sober, with a trace of persistent looking at her eyes.
Luo Xiaoying is too nervous to speak.
But Fang Zichen let her go with a smile, and his eyes were full of bitterness. "I know that you don't like me, just like my money It doesn't matter. I don't need it anyway. "
Luo Xiaoying felt a pain in her heart and summoned up her courage to say, "No
Fang Zichen a meal, slightly lift Mou to look at her.
"Although, although you look a little bad, I know you are a good man." Luo Xiaoying low mouth, the roadside traffic is rare, but he can only hear her voice, "I like you, like you this person, not other things, no matter good or bad I like."