Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 347
Halfway through the meal, Zhan Ye suddenly suggested: "It's so cold, why don't you drink some wine?"

Song Zhiwei froze for a moment, "Do you still have wine at home?"

Zhan Ye said: "A few days ago, my comrades gave me two bottles of high-quality red wine. I usually don't have a chance to drink alone. It just so happens that you are here today. It's better for two people to drink."

Hearing that it was red wine, Song Zhiwei thought to herself that she couldn't get drunk anyway, so she might as well drink some.

She nodded, "Then have a drink."

So Zhan Ye went to find a bottle of wine in the cupboard, and opened it with a "poof".

He came back with two beer mugs, "I only have this kind of mug at home, I hope you don't mind."

Song Zhiwei said with a smile, "Of course I don't mind, I'm not a person who pays attention to details."

"Oh?" Zhan Ye raised his eyebrows in disbelief, "I thought you were a perfectionist."

"Why do you have this illusion?" Song Zhiwei laughed dumbly.

"Look at your work performance and like to plan everything in your life, so I think so." Slowly pouring the red wine into the decanter, Zhan Ye said.

"This kind of thing should be called obsessive-compulsive disorder." Song Zhiwei laughed at herself, "Actually, I only look competent on the outside, but I am lazy on the inside. You haven't seen the house when I lived alone. It's called a mess. Every time my mother I have to clean up all day, saying that I live in a pigsty."

Zhan Ye laughed, "It's really unimaginable. But you are busy with work, and it is understandable."

"But you are also busy with work. It seems that your house is well-organized." Song Zhiwei glanced around the clean and tidy living room, and praised, "There are very few men who can clean the house so well."

Zhanye sighed helplessly, "Who told me I'm a bachelor? If no one helps to clean up, I have to clean up by myself."

Song Zhiwei felt that it was a pity that a person like Zhan Ye, who is excellent in all aspects, was single. She suggested: "I heard from my colleagues that there is a singles group that is pretty good. They often organize parties, and there are people from various professions. There are quite a lot of female teachers.”

Zhan Ye didn't seem to be interested, "I don't want to rush into this kind of thing, and I don't like teachers very much, probably because my mother is a teacher, and I was annoyed by her nagging since I was a child, so I don't want to find someone who loves to preach."

"Then what profession do you like?" Song Zhiwei said enthusiastically, "I can join that group for you to find out."

Zhan Ye still shook his head, "I don't have much trust in the Internet, it's more reliable to get in touch with reality."

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but teased: "You are a big man, are you afraid of being cheated for money and sex?"

Zhan Ye smiled and said, "That's not true, besides, it's good if I don't lie to others, right?"

Song Zhiwei chuckled, "Actually, you don't need to cheat money and sex at all. Most of the time, women take the initiative to throw themselves into your arms."

"Oh, then what kind of woman do you think would throw herself into my arms?" Zhan Ye smiled charmingly, staring at Song Zhiwei with seductive Danfeng eyes.

Song Zhiwei half-jokingly half-seriously said: "It should be available in all walks of life. Your type should be the ideal money for many women."

"Do you think Wei Xuan and I are 'the same model'?" Zhan Ye suddenly mentioned Wei Xuan.

Song Zhiwei didn't think too much, and nodded, "It's about the same, regardless of ability, appearance, and character, but Wei Xuan looks much colder than you."

"Since Wei Xuan and I are of the same type, do you think I have a chance to meet someone like you?" Zhan Ye poured the sober red wine into a beer glass, and asked earnestly as if strolling.

Song Zhiwei was taken aback for a moment, why did he meet someone like her?There are many types of women in the world.

But she didn't have any "wrong thoughts", and she replied seriously: "If you meet my type, then you are really unlucky."

Zhan Ye showed surprise, "How do you say?"

"Because I'm not a good wife and mother." Song Zhiwei was not afraid to take on the old man herself, and said, "I'm busy with work and can't take care of the family, and I'm lazy and have a bad temper. I'm neither a good wife nor a helper in my career. .Wei Xuan met me, he was unlucky."

"So that's how you evaluate yourself." Zhan Ye raised his eyebrows and handed her the wine glass, "Wei Xuan also thinks so?"

Song Zhiwei shook her head, "Of course he doesn't think so, but I am self-aware and know how much 'drag' him."

Zhan Ye was naturally very interested in this topic, but he didn't show obvious tentative intentions, but slowly tricked out Song Zhiwei's words during the drinking process.

"Actually, I'm not afraid to let you know that I don't get along well with Wei Xuan's mother. It should be said that it is very bad. She doesn't like me because she thinks that I am not worthy of Wei Xuan in all aspects and drags down her son. I."

"The old man's thinking may be a bit stubborn, so don't think too much about it." In fact, judging from the close relationship between Lin Qiong and Ye Jiaqi, Zhan Ye also guessed that Song Zhiwei's relationship with her mother-in-law is not good, but since Song Zhiwei is willing to be in front of him Confusing the family situation shows that she has already regarded him as a friend who can talk to each other.

"I'm actually fine. I didn't care too much. I just felt wronged by Wei Xuan." Song Zhiwei sighed and said, "Before I appeared, his family was very harmonious. Once I appeared, his family was 'fragmented', although The main responsibility is not on me, but I still feel guilty."

Zhan Ye pretended to be enthusiastic and suggested: "In fact, it is not difficult to improve the relationship with your mother-in-law, as long as you give her a grandson."

Song Zhiwei sighed and shook her head, "Wei Xuan and I don't plan to have children for the time being?"

"Want more than a two-person world?" Zhan Ye asked.

Song Zhiwei took another sip of wine, shook her head, "It's not mainly because of this."

Because the "plot" was too long, Song Zhiwei couldn't explain it clearly for a while.

Seeing her embarrassment, Zhan Ye didn't ask any more questions, and raised his glass, "The boat will be straight when it reaches the bridge, so just drink tonight."

Maybe it was the alcohol that soothed Song Zhiwei's tense nerves, or maybe it was because she hadn't drank for a long time, and she wanted to have a good drink today.

One bottle of wine was obviously not enough, and after two bottles of wine were down, Song Zhiwei couldn't afford it.

She supported her head, her cheeks seemed to be stained with two traces of Feixia, pointed at Zhan Ye with a smile and said, "Hehe, it seems that this wine is a bit high, I see you have three, no, five... I don't know how many of you there are!"

Compared with Song Zhiwei, who was in high spirits, Zhan Ye's eyes were still sober.

In fact, it wasn't that the two bottles of red wine were full of strength, but that he added some powder to the wine to increase the strength of the wine. Naturally, the purpose was to get her drunk.

(End of this chapter)