When Jiang Ya and Feng Ming came up with the sobering soup, they saw Fu Zheng lying soaked in the bathtub, with cold water still flowing on top of his head.
Fortunately for himself, he actually fell asleep.
Jiang Ya: "..."
Feng Ming: "..."
The two looked at each other and saw helplessness in each other's eyes.
Jiang Ya put the hangover soup in her hand on the sink and called to Feng Ming: "Second brother, please help me help him into the room."
"Okay." Feng Ming rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was ready for a big fight.
"Wait," just when Feng Ming was about to take action, Jiang Ya stopped him, "help him take off his wet clothes first."
Fu Zheng is tall and long, and she really couldn't figure it out for a while.
Feng Ming nodded and started to take off Fu Zheng's clothes. After seeing a red mark on his collarbone, his face felt a little hot and he looked away.
Jiang Ya didn't notice Feng Ming's little moves, but was attracted by the several scars on Fu Zheng's body.
The two of them didn't turn on the lights last night, so now it was the first time Jiang Ya saw Fu Zheng without clothes.
There were several deep scars on the right back of his shoulder blade, left chest and abdomen. The injuries were very serious at first glance.
She couldn't help but lightly touch the wound on her left chest with her hand, but Fu Zheng suddenly held her hand.
Jiang Ya raised her eyes and saw that he had not opened his eyes.
Seeing this, Jiang Ya tried to say, "Fu Zheng is me."
Only then did Fu Zheng loosen his grip on her hand, and then he hummed, "Daughter-in-law, why are you touching me? I'm a little dizzy. I'll give it to you when I feel better."
With a "swish" sound, Jiang Ya blushed all the way to the back of her ears.
She ran out of the bathroom as if she was running away, and was too embarrassed to look at Feng Ming again.
Feng Ming's expression didn't look much better. It was really embarrassing for him, a single mother, to hear such powerful words.
He sighed and helped Fu Zheng walk outside. As he walked, he said, "Boss, please calm down and don't drink again in the future."
After Feng Ming sent Fu Zheng back to the room, he only left one sentence, "Xiao Qi, thank you for taking care of the boss. I went downstairs to help."
Probably because he was afraid of Jiang Ya being embarrassed, he didn't even raise his head. After finishing speaking, he quickly backed out, and in the end he still thoughtfully closed the door for them.
Jiang Ya looked at Fu Zheng who was half lying on the bed, kicked him angrily, and then saw him open his eyes again.
His eyes were still dark, but they were not as clear as before, and they looked slightly confused.
Probably feeling uncomfortable, he raised his hand and pulled his wet hair.
He hadn't had a haircut in a few days, and his hair was a bit long, covering his eyebrows slightly, which made him look less cool and more boyish.
As the alcohol increased, Fu Zheng had a severe headache and couldn't keep up with his thinking, but he could still clearly recognize the person in front of him.
Not only could he recognize her clearly, but he also acted like a baby in front of Jiang Ya for the first time, "Honey... I have a headache."
It was rare for Jiang Ya to see Fu Zheng like this. The contrast looked a little funny and a little cute.
She couldn't help but stroke his wet hair, like a puppy.
As he grunted more and more frequently, I took out a dry towel and wiped him.
Fu Zheng looked at Jiang Ya with half-squinted eyes and let her rub it on his head like weeds.
His hair was short, and it was almost dry after wiping it for a while. Jiang Ya was about to put the towel in the wash basin outside, but he grabbed her wrist.
Jiang Ya turned around and said, "I'll put the towels away first and I'll be back in a moment."
"No," Unexpectedly, Fu Zheng quit, holding her hand and refusing to let go, "Don't leave, okay?"
Fu Zheng's aggrieved and coquettish voice struck Jiang Ya's heart for the first time.
Who can understand this feeling? A man who usually sings a song calmly and speaks in a rigid manner suddenly makes a coquettish and soft voice in front of him. This makes Jiang Ya, the first female, unable to control herself. She is immediately lost in the world. It's a sugar-coated bullet.
"Okay, okay, I won't leave." Jiang Ya put the wet towel on the back of the chair and reached for the bowl on the bedside table. "Then drink the hangover soup first. After drinking it, you won't have a headache. ”
Jiang Ya put the bowl to Fu Zheng's mouth, but the man seemed addicted to coquettishness, shaking his head and refusing to open his mouth.
In the end, Jiang Ya had no choice but to bully him and make him drink. Fu Zheng spoke again, "I want you to feed me."
Jiang Ya's head was covered with black lines, speechless and choked.
After a moment of silence, he said helplessly: "Am I not feeding you?"
Fu Zheng didn't know whether he was awake or confused: "It's not like this."
Jiang Ya stared at him suspiciously, "What kind is that?"
"It's just..." Fu Zheng didn't finish his sentence, and suddenly pursed his lips and smiled.
Jiang Ya felt that her patience was about to be exhausted, and she was really out of her mind. Don't you think it would be over if you just drink it harder first? You have to reason with someone who drinks too much.
Just when Jiang Ya was about to start feeding her, Fu Zheng completed the unfinished sentence.
"Just like I fed you last time, I want you to feed me like that."
For a moment, a picture that made people blush and make their hearts beat faster came into mind.
The scene when Fu Zheng fed her brown sugar and ginger tea last time seemed to be right before her eyes.
Looking at Fu Zheng's thin lips pursed into a thin line, Jiang Ya felt that it was not impossible. They had done all the most intimate things anyway.
Just when she had just taken a sip of the sobering soup and had not touched it, she suddenly felt her eyes darken, and then her breath was taken away by someone.
During the exchange of breaths, no one knew whose stomach the mouthful of soup ended up in.
Fu Zheng pulled her clothes with some impatience. The daughter-in-law and the wife called her baby in turn, but still did not get the consent of the person in front of him.
Finally, his eyes were red, his chin rested on Jiang Ya's shoulder, and he complained aggrievedly: "Tonight is our wedding night."
Of course Jiang Ya knew what day tonight was, but he had tormented her like that even when she was not drunk last night, not to mention he was not very sober tonight.
Seeing that Jiang Ya didn't respond for a long time, Fu Zheng regained his consciousness and wanted to apologize with his only sanity.
He said that he should respect her and not force her to do things she doesn't like, but what is he doing now?
"Right..."
Before he could finish saying the three words "I'm sorry", he was interrupted by Jiang Ya's compromising words.
"Then let's make an agreement first, it can only be done once tonight."
Although there was a potion that could save the situation in the end, Jiang Ya didn't want to experience the scene of fainting from exhaustion again.
"Huh?" Fu Zheng shook his dizzy head, and immediately became lively again after he came to his senses, "Huh!"
As he leaned down, he heard Jiang Ya's short and panicked voice, "Turn off...turn off the lights!"
After Fu Zheng kissed her several times, he got out of the bed and responded to her with a somewhat unsteady breath, "Okay, I'll lock you up."
At this moment, Jiang Ya suddenly felt that he was pretending to be drunk and pitiful, but it was already too late.
Because the night is still very long...
