By the end of dinner, Qian Xuan was slumped in the wheelchair, panting heavily, speaking with labored breath, yet still grinning, cheerful, talking and laughing.
In the end, it wasn't the villa staff who took him back to the villa, it was enough to call Liu Zhizhong to push him back.
Of course, Liu Zhizhong had to push him, listening to him chattering all the way about this and that, mostly idle gossip about the great family, with or without basis, just gossiping away.
He spoke, and Liu Zhizhong was just listening, occasionally chiming in a word or two.
However, halfway there, the sea breeze blew, and he said he felt a bit cold and wanted to sleep.
In less than two minutes, slumped in the wheelchair, the guy started snoring.
He fell asleep so quickly!
At his villa, it was still Liu Zhizhong who helped him onto the bed, then covered him with a blanket, seeing him sleep so soundly, he didn't disturb him any further. Just let him sleep! Tonight, he was truly happy, drinking quite a bit of 1982 Lafite.
Leaving Qian Xuan's villa, Liu Zhizhong didn't feel much of the alcohol, and just looked up at the sky.
Sigh, how beautiful the sky is!
A deep blue night sky, countless stars.
That bright moon, almost full.
The moon is full on Mid-Autumn, but tonight, it's already quite round and beautiful.
Stepping under the moon, returning to his own villa, the sea breeze carried bursts of a fishy fragrance.
Indeed, the sea breeze is fishy fragrant, because its natural scent is fishy, but the flowers in this resort bloom wildly, their fragrance intermingling, making the sea breeze a fishy fragrance.
This feeling, is still quite nice.
However, occasionally glancing, he could see Feng Xiaoyue's villa amidst the palm trees not far away, and Liu Zhizhong's heart surged with waves of sadness.
This sadness, is unspeakable.
It's like an insurmountable chasm.
Before figuring out Zheng Xitong's true intentions, Liu Zhizhong felt that with his beloved Feng Xiaoyue, this enchanting literary lady, nothing could break through, they had to hold back, holding and holding...
Only when he reached the door of his villa did Liu Zhizhong's phone sound with a text notification.
Picking up the phone to look, oh, a ssage from Feng Xiaoyue.
"Zhizhong, aren't you coming to my place to sober up?"
Liu Zhizhong's heart skipped a beat, feeling a rush of blood to his head.
At this ti, why sober up, this was clearly a suggestive invitation!
Moreover, with this voice ssage, Feng Xiaoyue's lodious voice was already a bewitching existence.
At this mont, the island at night, the moon and stars bright, the resort splendidly beautiful, creating an extrely romantic atmosphere!
Liu Zhizhong could only manage a bitter smile, replying via voice ssage: "Sister-in-law Xiaoyue, I'm not drunk tonight, no need to sober up. Is there sothing you want to say to , just say it?"
"Oh, haha, alright, if you say you're not drunk, you're not drunk then! Sent Qian Xuan back?"
"Yes, just sent him back, I'm only just back myself now! Maybe, go to bed early?"
"The Nanyue eting officially begins the day after tomorrow, tomorrow why don't... we play a round of golf, or... go horseback riding?"
"Tomorrow... for tomorrow, let's see tomorrow! Tomorrow, maybe Second Miss Xiang will contact , to assign so tasks."
"Haha... haha..."
Feng Xiaoyue laughed, said nothing else, just laughed.
In her laughter, there was a hint of helplessness, evoking a kind of unyielding emotion.
Liu Zhizhong was deeply affected, subconsciously asking, "Sister-in-law Xiaoyue, what are you laughing at?"
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