When Zhou Zimo came back, Ye Yifan stood by the window as usual, looking outside with a dull look.

Zhou Zimo has always been puzzled by her behavior.

From this perspective, there was no beautiful view at all. Just facing the window was just a few very ordinary trees, and even the leaves were all gone.

He originally planned to build a garden there, but what happened recently made him no longer feel that way.

Retracting his gaze, he planned to return to the bed. When he turned around, he saw Zhou Zimo standing behind him, looking at her with unpredictable eyes. Ye Yifan pulled his lips slightly and asked softly: "Do you have any wine?"

Zhou Zimo was dazed by her smile. Obviously, she didn't expect that she would talk to him again, let alone that she would laugh at him so that she didn't even hear anything she said.

Ye Yifan walked up to him, pulled his big hand, looked at him with his head raised, and chuckled: "I know you are drinking. You were drunk when we first met. Later, I smelled the alcohol on you many times, you were drinking secretly outside, right?"

"I want to drink it too, I want to taste what wine tastes."

"good."

By the way, Zhou Zimo spit out a word, perhaps because she is too well-behaved now, which makes him unable to refuse.

By the time he realized it, he had already agreed.

"Let's go."

Zhou Zimo held her hand and walked out, and suddenly found Ye Yifan standing still. He asked in confusion: "What's wrong?"

He didn't react until he saw the chain on her feet, so he changed his words and said, "I'll get it for you."

Ye Yifan lowered his eyes and nodded slightly: "Yes."

A long time later, Zhou Zimo thought of this scene countless times and couldn't help but wonder, if he could be a little better to her at this time, would her disappointment in him be less?

Unfortunately, no one has the ability to predict the future, and those things that have not been lost are often not cherished.

Zhou Zimo's wine cabinet has all kinds of wine, and all kinds of Western wines and red wines are undoubtedly valuable, but since childhood, he has drunk the most white wine.

He has been drunk and dreamed countless times, and whenever he is in a bad mood, he will show his favorite.

Afraid that she was drunk, Zhou Zimo only poured her a "small cup" with considerateness.

But he forgot that Ye Yifan was just a woman, a teacup... it was no longer small.

How could Zhou Zimo, who never knew how to take care of people, think of these things?

Since childhood, others have been serving him, and no woman is pretending to be gentle in front of him.

Moreover, complex animals like women have never been within his research scope.

Ye Yifan looked at him pouring a large bowl for himself, looked at his little teacup, and asked, "Why are mine so few?"

Zhou Zimo frowned, thinking she was unhappy, so she picked up the jar of wine and silently poured her a glass.

"cheers."

Ye Yifan held up the teacup in both hands, carefully bumped his big bowl, and then started drinking.

The spicy feeling of white wine was not good, but Ye Yifan still finished drinking it with his teeth.

When she put the cup down, she could not even lift her head, and her head was buzzing, as if it was about to explode.

Zhou Zimo saw her lying on the table, and reached out to the jar of wine again. He picked up a big bowl and drank it in a few sips, poured another cup, and then said calmly: "It's gone."
Chapter completed!