C84 When Did I Send You This

Fu Yu An smiled. He glanced over, then shifted his gaze away, reminding her, "Clothes."

She was wearing a dress, and had long since wrinkled up from the time she slept and twirled around. She didn't pay attention to the issue of her dress as she quickly jumped out, lowered her head, and looked down at her thighs, immediately wanting to commit suicide out of shame and anger.

Fu Yuan stood up. He was still rather neat, but he had only been for a short while in the early morning. He looked a bit dispirited, but who knew how torturous his night had been.

Jiang Wenshu closed the door, tidied up his clothes in front of the mirror, and then pulled at his hair as he lowered his head to smell the aroma of fermented wine. Yesterday, she drank quite a bit, rarely getting drunk.

She was afraid that if she was drunk, she would say things she shouldn't have said, and she would fall asleep on the same bed. She really didn't dare to imagine what had happened last night.

Fu Yuhan took a shower and changed his clothes. When he came out, he saw Jiang Wenshu sitting obediently on the sofa with a smile on his face. He wiped his hair and called out to her, "Go take a bath."

She looked up, flustered and polite. "No, no need. I'll wash when I get home."

"Look at yourself, are you trying to make people misunderstand by going out?"

She looked down at her toes. She had a lot of questions to ask, so she started with the simplest. "Why did I come to you yesterday?"

"You want to know?"

"Yes."

Fu Yu An sat across from her, poured a glass of water and pretended to recall, "I'll take you downstairs. You said that you're not going home and want to sleep on the main road."

Jiang Wenshu stared at him in disbelief. "Did I really say that?"

"I said, sleeping on the main road will get crushed by cars. You said, sleeping on the park bench, I can't really put you in the park, no matter what you say, you won't come home. Afterwards, you wouldn't let me go, so I had no choice but to bring you back."

She felt embarrassed and embarrassed, not daring to look at him. "Then how can we …"

Why did he sleep on the same bed?

Fu Yu An pinched his arm and complained, "You insisted on not letting me go. You slept on my arm for the whole night, and now you're still sore."

Jiang Wenshu really wanted to dig a hole in the ground and never come out of it. This was too embarrassing. Even she didn't expect this to be done by herself.

Fu Yuan reached out to rub her hair, "Stop thinking about it. Go take a shower, then come out to eat later."

She slowly walked to the bathroom, took two steps, then turned to ask him, "Then yesterday I … Did I say anything yesterday? "

After saying that, he felt guilty and quickly explained, "Just some nonsense. Don't people talk nonsense when they're drunk? Do I... Are you talking nonsense? "

Fu Yu An paused in his motion of wiping his hair.

Jiang Wenshu's heart skipped a beat. Did he really say something?

"Yes." He stood up and turned to look at her. "You said you liked me."

Jiang Wenshu almost lost his balance after hearing that. He thought for a while about how Fu Yuan would think of him, and then thought about the consequences of her words, and he knew that she would definitely move further and further away. He loved his sister, so what was it to his deceased sister if he said those words?

In that instant, she felt as if the sky had collapsed.

Fu Yu An was almost admiring it, admiring the expression on her face slowly going from calm to incredulity, then finally to fear.

She seemed really scared. When he finished admiring her, he was finally kind enough to laugh. "I'm just teasing you. How could you say something like that?"

Jiang Wenshu stared at him, not knowing if he should believe what he had just said.

Fu Yu An walked over and took out a T-shirt from his closet. After thinking for a moment, he went back and found a pair of shorts to give her. "Go take a shower. Change into clothes and throw them into the washing machine."

She took the T-shirt and shorts back to the bathroom, her heart still pounding. What a joke.

She was scared to the point that her soul was about to fly out of her body. She was still thinking about an excuse, how to explain it all, how to make it seem reasonable, but he actually said that he was just teasing her.

The ups and downs were already like this, she was about to have a heart attack. However, her intuition told her that Fu Yu An definitely said something like that for no reason. She must have said something last night, otherwise why would he tease her like that?

After washing for nearly an hour, she had intended to ignore Fu Yuan's change of clothes, which he casually threw on the ground. However, when she reached the door, she came back, picked it up, took it to the balcony, threw it into the automatic washing machine, and then, while she was washing her clothes, picked up her phone to send a message to Ling Ling.

The T-shirt was long enough to cover her thighs, but the shorts were too big for her. She was holding one hand and typing with the other: You can't imagine what happened last night!

After editing the news, she was about to send the news over when she recalled Ling Ling's big mouth. After telling her, it was equivalent to telling everyone else. Thinking carefully, she deleted the edited news.

She would pretend that this had never happened. She couldn't tell anyone, she just needed to know.

However, she couldn't figure out how Fu Yian had appeared in the bar.

While she was lost in her thoughts, Fu Yuan knocked on the door. She changed hands and opened the sliding door with her other hand.

"Eat."

"Wait a moment, I'll hang the clothes out."

He didn't have a dryer, and she had to wait until the clothes dried before she could leave.

"Let's hang out after the meal." He then looked at her hands that were holding her pants up and smiled. "Big?"

Nonsense, how could she compare to his waist? Of course it's big!

"Wait."

He went back to his room and found a belt for her.

Jiang Wenshu made some comparisons. The smallest hole in the man's belt was also bigger than her waist. She glanced at Fu Yuan with a helpless expression.

Fu Yuan thought about it before going back. This time, he brought a bag with him. "This should be enough."

She looked at the dark red tie and wanted to laugh. "Why would you buy a tie of this color?"

Fu Yuan was stunned. "Didn't you give this to me?"

"Me?" Jiang Wangshu wondered if he had lost his memory. "When did I give it to you?"

"Didn't you give it to me on my birthday?"

She remembered, that day he was drunk and he couldn't even walk fast enough to remember to take down this bag from the car. She was surprised, so it turned out that … Did he think that she was the one who gave this to him?