Time and you are my fault

The Maybach parked outside the garden villa, Zong Yanke didn't get off the car in a hurry.

When a red taxi approached, the man opened the door and told Wang Hong to get off work.

Wang Hong didn't leave in a hurry, and turned the car slowly, his eyes fixed on the figure of the boss.

I saw him walking towards the taxi parked on the side of the road, and then saw... the proprietress who was drunkenly accusing the boss on the radio just now, staggered out of the car.

Wang Hong's jaw dropped in shock, the boss is just waiting for his wife!
Zong Yanchu paid double the fare, and then took the man who was about to lose his footing into his arms.

The driver started the car to leave, but suddenly said something, "This girl is very uncomfortable. She told me a lot. If it is true, then you are really not suitable."

Zong Yanchu was stunned for a moment, then looked down at the pendant hanging on his body, "She misunderstood."

The taxi leaves.

Wang Hong also left.

Zong Yanqi looked at the person in his arms, and even knew the address of the garden villa when he was drunk.

Subconsciously, she thought this was her home.

This recognition made Zong Yanzu feel a lot better.

Chewie was really drunk.

The late autumn night wind blowing all the way, plus crying a lot, made her brain swell.

Everything in front of me separated into three or four layers of the same appearance, shaking in front of my eyes.

She couldn't see who the person in front of her was, so she could only rely on her consciousness to keep herself from falling.

Hanging his hands on the man's broad shoulders, he looked up at the face in front of him.

The face that made her miss day and night was close at hand, but Chu Yi frowned.

She pouted, put her hands on the man's face, and asked in puzzlement, "One, two, three, four Zong Yanqi?"

Zong Yanzu put one arm around the girl's waist, and when he heard her words, his face darkened several degrees instantly.

How much did you drink to get this drunk?

Suddenly, his cheeks on both sides were slapped, which shocked Zong Yanxi for a moment.

Chu Yi pressed her hands tightly to the man's cheeks, and stared at him angrily, "Can you stop shaking! There are so many Zong Yanxi! Can you give me one..."

The man's heart tightened, and he protected her body from falling, "It's all yours."

"Fake! Liar! You are not Zong Yanqi!" After finishing speaking, she pushed out of his arms and looked at him warily.

There was a look of helplessness between Zong Yanzu's brows, "Fake?"

Chu Yi stared wide-eyed and nodded vigorously.

How could there be several Zong Yanxi?

How could Zong Yanchu say that he was her?

Someone must be pretending to be him!
Zong Yanqi was amused by the girl's state of drunkenness, a smile curled up on his lips, "Look more clearly, is it real or fake?"

Chuy smelled the familiar breath, and instantly widened her eyes.

Her steps were weak, but she suddenly stretched out her hand to hold the man's cheek.

Then she leaned forward and planted a loud kiss on his lips.

"It's so fragrant and soft." She smiled and rolled her eyes, "It's true!"

In the silent night, the night wind is very cool.

But Chewie felt hot.

And even hotter, Zong Yanzu.

He was seduced by her kiss, causing waves of heat to surge through his body.

The darkness in the deep eyes surged up, and as soon as the arms were retracted, the girl slammed into her arms.

Chu Yi supported his chest with both hands, looked up, her bloodshot eyes were clear and clean, "The smell hasn't changed, it's Zong Yanzu."

In a word, he successfully made the man laugh.

He suddenly discovered that the drunk Chu Yi was so cute that it would make people commit crimes.

But thinking about her accusation against herself on the radio, the man's expression became slightly cold again.

It seems that this little thing's obsession with divorce has penetrated into his bone marrow, and he is so drunk that he still doesn't forget to divorce him.

Do you even dare to say that the next one will be better?
Thinking of this, a face with a sly smile like a fox appeared in the man's mind.

Crazy possessive desire surged in his heart, he held the girl's slippery chin with his long fingers, "Are you going to get a divorce?"

"Yes!" She nodded vigorously.

"Because of Sheng Jinghuai?" He squinted his eyes and asked, as if as long as she nodded, he could strangle her to death on the spot!

Chu Yi's mind was like a mess, unable to understand the reason for the words Sheng Jinghuai, she just raised her head in confusion.

Her slightly parted lips were rosy and plump, which made one fall in love at a glance.

Late autumn night.

On the street of the garden villa, the night wind swept by.

A handsome man and a beautiful woman embraced and kissed each other very intimately.

Chu Yi felt deprived of her breath, and her heart was beating wildly, making her legs so weak that she couldn't stand up.

The weak and boneless arm hangs around the man's neck, allowing him to manipulate and bully him.

In the end, both of them's breathing became disordered, and he finally let her go.

"Go home and settle accounts with you."

The hoarse voice spread in the night wind in the middle of the night.

He picked him up and walked towards the yard.

The night wind blows the roses in the garden, and the street lamps emit soft light.

Chu Yi suddenly flinched in the man's arms, her eyes staring in a certain direction.

Zong Yanzu took advantage of the situation and looked over, but found nothing special.

Chewie struggled to stand on the ground, then stumbled and ran onto the lawn.

It seemed that the high heels on her feet were hindering her, the little woman frowned displeasedly, kicked off her shoes two or three times, and had fun on the lawn with bare feet.

Holding the hem of the knitted skirt, she stood in circles among the roses in the garden.

The girl's heartfelt smile floated in the silent courtyard.

Street lamps and ground lamps illuminate her, and the shaking roses dance for her.

Everything is beautiful and unreal.

At that moment, Zong Yanzu saw Chu Yi who was carefree and smiling like a child.

After five years of marriage, it was the first time he saw her smiling so happily.

Chu Yi's thinking was a little slow, she seemed to have seen a scene when she was a child just now.

My mother loves flowers, so my father planted flowers in the yard at home. When she was a child, she could occasionally see them dancing in the garden, and their intimacy was enviable.

Chu Yi looked back at the man standing not far away, she threw herself lightly at him, and pulled him to the center of the flowers.

Zong Yanchu let her make trouble, and a sense of satisfaction radiated from the bottom of his heart filled his heart.

Now she is beautiful, free and unrestrained.

He wished she would always be like this.

If you want someone to be happy all the time, it is love.

Then he should be Ai Chuyi's.

Chuey held the man's finger and raised it above her head, turning her feet lightly, circling around the man's finger.

Dizzy, she fell into the arms of the man.

It's a familiar breath.

Zong Yanzu asked her to step on her shoe to prevent her from catching cold.

Chu Yi smiled and said, "So it wasn't a dream."

"Well, it's not a dream."

"At this moment, I'm so happy." She looked up at her, the dim light in her eyes was like twinkling stars.

"When I was a child, I saw my parents dancing in the garden, and I thought... I will do the same with my beloved in the future."

"But……"

"But... we can't stay in this moment forever." Chu Yi hooked the man's neck, tears rolling down the corners of her eyes.

She was drunk, but she didn't seem drunk.

Otherwise how top-heavy.

Otherwise, how could I still feel the waves of suffocating pain lingering in my chest.

She pressed her lips tightly, looking at the somewhat blurred face in front of her, "Zong Yanchu, next weekend will be the centennial celebration."

Seemingly knowing what she was going to say next, he staggered her gaze, "You're drunk, we'll talk tomorrow when you're sober."

"I'm not drunk." She argued with him, holding his cheek in her hands like a peerless treasure.

"Tomorrow, I'm afraid I won't have the courage..." She shed tears one by one, like jade beads smashing into the grass under her feet.

Zong Yanqi suddenly felt hoarse in his throat, and wanted to stop it, but he couldn't move.

"Zong Yanqi, I really love you." She had a smile on her face, but tears poured down her face.