Chapter 650: Sensible Zong Yue

Chapter 650: Sensible Zong Yue

After dinner, the moon set on the willow branches, and the night breeze was cool.

The second elder brother, Li Yan, dragged Li Qiao to the upstairs balcony. It had been a long time since he had seen him. The art tycoon looked a little haggard.

"You just got the certificate like this, aren't you afraid that you will regret it in the future?"

Li Yan's perception of Shang Yu was still in the identity of the Nanyang overlord that everyone praised, and he suddenly became his brother-in-law, and he was very frightened.

Li Qiao crossed her arms and looked at him through the porch light in front of the door, "Why don't you ask me in front of him?"

Li Yan's breath was concentrated, and he pouted with a smirk, "I haven't lived enough yet."

"Then don't talk too much." Li Qiao threw out a few words in a low voice, and got ready to go back to the bedroom.

Li Yan yelled twice, pulled her arm and asked hesitantly: "That... Mojue her..."

Li Qiao didn't answer immediately, but raised her brows with interest, "Are you still thinking about it?"

"What are you talking about? She is also because of me..."

Before she finished speaking, Li Qiao heard steady footsteps coming from the stairs, she bent her lips, and pulled back her wrist, "Don't go around asking her whereabouts, maybe she will come back soon."

Li Yan was skeptical, "Really?"

"believe it or not."

Li Qiao was too lazy to talk to him, so she walked over to meet the man who had climbed up the stairs.

Li Yan watched helplessly as they carried each other back to the master bedroom, feeling extremely depressed.

Little Mojue has been sent away for a long time. He inquired everywhere about her whereabouts, but found nothing.

How could such a well-behaved living person disappear so cleanly? !

Lately without him chattering around, life has become more and more boring.

...

Downstairs, the living room.

Zong Yue handed Li Jun a cup of hangover tea, looked at his slightly drunk cheeks, and said softly: "You drink some sober up first, I'll drive later."

Li Jun leaned against the sofa, took a sip from the cup, leaned over to put it on the coffee table, and squeezed the space between his brows uncomfortably.

After a while, Duan Shuyuan came from the restaurant with fruit after dinner, saw Zong Yue standing behind Li Jun massaging him, smiled knowingly, "Xiao Yue, leave him alone, let him knead by himself, come over and eat some fruit digestion."

Zong Yue wanted to decline politely, but Li Jun pulled her hand from his forehead, "Go, I'm fine."

Seeing this, Zong Yue couldn't shirk it, walked around the sofa and sat down beside Duan Shuyuan, just picked up a grape, and heard her suggestion, "It's already past nine o'clock, why don't you two bother, today Sleep at home overnight and come back tomorrow."

Li Jun rubbed his forehead and said nothing, Zong Yue glanced at him and agreed, "Okay."

Duan Shuyuan nodded in relief, got up and said, "I'll have someone clean up the room. Boss drank a lot tonight, so you all go to bed early."

"Got it, Mom."

Zong Yue watched Duan Shuyuan go upstairs, then put down the fruit fork in her hand, and returned to Li Jun's side again, "Do you want to go upstairs?"

"Well, let's go." Li Jun stood up on the sofa, probably because he drank too much, his figure swayed slightly, Zong Yue quickly put his arms around his arms, and said, "Be careful."

Li Jun breathed a sigh of relief, and turned his head to look at Zong Yue's clear eyes.

She is always like this, like spring rain moistening things, gentle and delicate.

No matter when and where, he gives the purest care within his reach.

Li Jun's slightly drunken eyes fixed on Zong Yue's face momentarily, and watched her help her up, his usual rigid outline softened a bit, "Did you have a bad appetite tonight? You didn't eat much."

Zong Yue helped him to walk up the stairs, and looked up at him with a slight smile when he heard the sound, "Nothing, just a bit of gastroenteritis, nothing serious."

"Gastroenteritis?" Li Jun stood still suddenly, his thick eyebrows furrowed tightly, "Why didn't you tell me?"

Zong Yue nonchalantly grabbed his sleeve and tugged, "You've been on a business trip for the past few days, and you're really fine. I went to the hospital to prescribe medicine, so you don't have to worry."

She had a calm face and a relaxed tone, as if she had no intention of sharing these things with Li Jun.

In Zong Yue's heart, he didn't think he was willing to listen to her complaining about these trivial matters.

He was very busy, so she gradually became very good. Although life was plain, there was nothing wrong with it.

Not everyone's married life is full of ups and downs.

Even if you have had vigorous fantasies, it is not the true meaning of life after all.

At this moment, Li Jun realized that he could no longer see any expectation in Zong Yue's calm eyes.

She still seemed to love him, but that was all.

Li Jun suddenly felt unspeakable melancholy, because he read the word "sensible" from her behavior.

A woman is becoming more and more sensible in front of her, which can only be said to be a failure.

Li Jun even began to reflect on whether what he had done was really incompetent.

Probably because he had been meditating for too long, Zong Yue took his arm and pulled him forward in confusion, "What's the matter?"

Li Jun pursed the corners of his mouth tightly, and the line of his lips gradually became straight.

He followed Zong Yue forward again, but his mood was heavy.

Back upstairs in the bedroom, Li Jun was lying on his back on the bed, with his right arm resting on his forehead, his eyes closed looking very uncomfortable.

Zong Yue thought he was drunk and unwell, and while unbuttoning his collar, he said: "Drink so much wine, don't take a bath tonight, I'll wipe you with a wet towel."

After finishing speaking, she wanted to get up, but her wrist was grabbed by Li Jun's hot palm.

Zong Yue tilted his body, leaned on the edge of the bed, and raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What's wrong? You want to vomit?"

This is not the first time she took care of Li Jun who was drunk.

He has too many entertainments, and there are always a few days every month when he comes back smelling of alcohol.

This kind of thing has been done so much that she can almost understand his intentions from his subtle expressions.

Li Jun slowly opened his eyelids, and looked at Zong Yue through the soft light, "How many days have you had gastroenteritis?"

Zong Yue was startled, and couldn't help laughing, "I said it's fine, why are you still thinking about it?"

Li Jun pulled her wrist with a little force, forcing Zong Yue to half lie on his chest, the distance shortened, and the fragrance of her body wafted into his nostrils.

He put his arms around her back and patted her twice, "I'm your husband, it's not normal to miss you."

Zong Yue froze in his arms, and was surprised to hear such words from his mouth.

She put her hands on his shoulders, her eyes softened, but she couldn't help but hide a little emotion when she said it, "You haven't called me usually, and you still say you miss me?"

Li Jun half-closed his eyes and looked at her, their eyes collided, one confused, the other narrowed.

Zong Yue didn't expect him to change. After all, he is a workaholic who doesn't understand style, and he is relieved when he gets used to it.

At this time, Li Jun circled her back and raised her up, "Will it affect your work if I call you?"

"No, our company is not the secretariat, so it's not that strict."