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Ying Hao said, "I asked them to make the fish head you like... Would you like some wine?"

He opened the beer and poured it for both of them.

Fu Zhenjun said suddenly, "You seemed to have drunk and driven just now."

Ying Hao was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly said: "I just took a sip, my drinking capacity, this sip is nothing."

Fu Zhenjun frowned and said, "It's a good thing you didn't get caught, otherwise your image would be greatly reduced if you were exposed. So don't be lucky, if you walk too much at night, you will always be caught."

Ying Hao nodded and said, "It won't happen in the future... Are you worried about me?"

Fu Zhenjun lowered his head to eat, and said while eating: "You are a star, you should pay attention to your quality."

Ying Hao's voice turned cold: "If your quality is so good, why didn't you mention it when I was driving just now? Yes, my quality is poor. Before anything happens to us, you have time to regret it! Oh, I see. , no wonder just now in the swimming pool, you avoided me as if you were avoiding a creditor."

Fu Zhenjun blushed from the hot fish head, choked his throat, picked up beer and drank it vigorously.

"What are you talking about? I mean, as a star, you should naturally do better than ordinary people, so you should cultivate both internally and externally. Ying Hao, have you ever thought about going abroad for further study?"

Ying Hao felt humiliated, such a slap in the face made a "bang bang" sound.

"My quality is low, so how high is your quality!"

Fu Zhenjun looked up at Ying Hao who had stood up abruptly, and said blankly, "What's wrong with you?"

Ying Hao laughed and said, "What did you say about me? Now you are the one who says I have no quality."

It was crazy. Most of the humiliation he encountered in his life was that he was poor in acting, uneducated, bad in singing, old-fashioned in his clothes, and even more that he was full of local flavor and was an upstart.

However, Li Xunze was the only one who said that his quality was poor—this man who just became a lover today actually said so in front of him.

Also, when Chen Lan read his resume that time, Li Xunze said in surprise: "Are you from Henan?"

Listening to that tone of voice, it's not pleasant to listen to.

At the time, he just felt uncomfortable, and now he understood it all.

How did Li Xunze see him.

Can he still sit here?

Can you still talk and laugh as if nothing happened?

Can he continue to develop with Li Xunze without any grievances?Can we still fall in love?

Ying Hao's eyes narrowed, the dark eyes were full of anger, and his expression was deeply hurt.

At this time, all the thoughts in his heart disappeared without a trace, only the "sharp blade" spit out from Li Xunze's mouth severely injured his body.

He turned and left.

Fu Zhenjun was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly got up and stretched out his hand to grab his arm.

Ying Hao wanted to break free, but Fu Zhenjun held him desperately.

"Ying Hao, you misunderstood!"

Ying Hao said furiously: "I misunderstood something! You said it yourself, and you want to deny it in a blink of an eye!"

"You seem to mind...I apologize to you. I mean, you must pay attention in the future. Drunk driving is not a joke. I didn't think of it before, and I was also at fault."

Ying Hao's face was serious, his chest heaved, and his expression was still unbelievable.

Fu Zhenjun suddenly understood Ying Hao's inner weakness.

"Ying Hao, let's not talk about drunk driving, let's talk about something else, let's talk about your birthday celebration—"

Ying Hao knew in his heart that if he really left now, all the previous efforts would be in vain.

Everyone said that Li Xunze was mean, and this was their first night as lovers, so what they said was irresistible.

He sighed: "Fortunately, you're talking about me. If it's someone else, you'll just wait to be hunted down and blocked by the people in the circle."

"Yes, yes, I was wrong. You should sit down quickly."

Ying Hao sat down again, but the expression on his face was not as natural as before.

He became silent.

Fu Zhenjun fell into deep self-blame. He has lived for more than 40 years in vain, and now he can't even speak.

"Eat some fish heads, too."

Ying Hao said flatly: "It's too spicy, it will hurt your throat."

"Oh, let's eat something else."

"It's past eight o'clock, and you'll get fat if you eat it."

In an instant, that hard-to-please Ying Hao came back.

"Didn't you say you went to bed at nine o'clock? Exceeded."

Fu Zhenjun said speechlessly: "Sometimes, you can make an exception."

"Indeed, like Luo Yan."

"...What Luo Yan, don't do this."

Ying Hao took a deep breath: "Stop talking, what are you going to do to bring up these horrible things again?"

Fu Zhenjun felt like crying.

Is this what love is like?

Why is it different from what he imagined?

The love he is looking forward to is full of affection, and it is like seeing each other every day.

If love is like this, it might as well find a woman to marry.

A cramped silence enveloped each other, and the elegantly furnished private room was filled with suffocating pressure.

Fu Zhenjun was helpless.

After Ying Hao drank a glass of wine, he received a call from Yu Xianjing.

"Where I am is none of your business. I'm in a bad mood. Call again and try."

"Brother, where are you, you have to tell me about this."

"Dog leash."

"..."

Fu Zhenjun said: "I'm full, let's go to bed."

Ying Hao stood up without saying a word.

Fu Zhenjun followed behind him dejectedly.

The owner of the villa personally led them to a single two-story building in the middle of the villa.

In the shade of green bamboos, the white walls and black tiles are quiet and elegant.

This small building is basically occupied by newlyweds, or ordinary couples.

Downstairs is the living room, bathroom and kitchen, upstairs is a large bedroom and bathroom with jacuzzi.

The exterior is classic, but the interior is very modern.

Ying Hao went in and saw the king-size bed, he was stunned for a moment.

He didn't speak, but looked at Fu Zhenjun to see his reaction.

After taking a quick look around, Fu Zhenjun knew that there was no second bedroom here. If he lived here, he and Ying Hao would surely sleep in the same bed.

He turned his head to look at Ying Hao, only to find that he was opening the bathroom door.

The owner of the villa actively stared at their reactions and asked, "How is it? Compare the rooms of those five-star hotels with ours, and look at the outside scenery during the day, you will be reluctant to leave."

Ying Hao said nothing.

Fu Zhenjun sweated nervously.

The owner of the villa persisted in asking: "It's ok, it's ok, that's it, I'm leaving."

Ying Hao finally spoke, and said coldly: "Ask Mr. Fu, he is the big boss, he has the final say."

The owner of the villa looked at Fu Zhenjun in surprise.

Fu Zhenjun finally understands how difficult it is for Ying Hao to be a human being. When he is easy to speak, he is easy to speak, but when he is difficult to speak, he is simply dead.

This can be regarded as touching the reverse scale.

If he committed suicide by himself, who could be blamed?

"Very good, that's all."

Fu Zhenjun had an illusion that if he refused again at this time, he and Ying Hao would definitely be done for.