Chapter 133 Do you still have feelings for him?

"No, Zheng Zheng, why would you plead for Zhou Yushen? Do you still have feelings for him?" Sometimes Cen Lian didn't know how to communicate with his straight female best friend.

"Put yourself in Fu Linghe's shoes and think about it. If I were you, I'd be jealous too if your wife pleaded with her ex!"

Yun Zheng's frown deepened when she heard Cen Li'an's words. She quickly shook her head and said, "I was completely confused at the time and didn't think too much about it. I just didn't want Fu Linghe to lose a life on his hands."

Cen Lian sighed and patted Yun Zheng's hand. "Zheng Zheng, I understand your thoughts now, but Fu Linghe doesn't! He attacked Zhou Yushen because he cares about you. If you plead for Zhou Yushen, he will naturally think that you still care about him."

Cen Li'an reached out and gently patted her back, his tone gentle, "Zheng Zheng, you have to explain things clearly to Fu Linghe. Misunderstandings need to be resolved verbally. If neither of you speaks out, the misunderstanding will only deepen."

Yun Zheng understood all the reasons that Cen Lian said, but the most important problem at the moment was that Fu Linghe simply ignored her and did not give her any room for explanation.

"But... he ignores me and I can't even see him." Yun Zheng sighed, with a hint of dejection in her tone.

"That's easy!" Cen Lian poured Yun Zheng a glass of wine. "Wine makes cowards brave. Drink a couple more glasses to boost your courage. I'll drive you to the Fu Group later!"

"It's different if he goes home and you take the initiative to go to him to explain." Cen Lian counseled Yun Zheng earnestly.

Yun Zheng felt that what Cen Lian'an said made sense, but she was still a little hesitant. "But...if I go there rashly, will it disturb him at work?"

"My dear, you have to create your own opportunities. How can a jealous person focus on work? Maybe he's just waiting for you to coax him."

Yun Zheng thought for a moment, then picked up the wine glass on the table and drank it all...

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The president's office on the top floor of Fu Group.

Fu Linghe was holding his cell phone, staring at the last message Yun Zheng sent him, and his whole body was filled with irritation.

Simply put, it’s emo again!

At this moment, the cell phone in Fu Linghe's hand suddenly vibrated, and he looked down at it happily.

Seeing that the message was sent by Jiang Chenyu, the joyful expression on his face was instantly suppressed, and he clicked on the message with lack of interest.

Jiang Chenyu: [Boss, I'm back from further studies. Let's get together in the Imperial Capital. The three of them are here. Bring my sister-in-law with you. We haven't even met her formally yet.]

Fu Linghe looked at the phone screen, his expression still not looking good.

What are you talking about? He just wants to meet Yun Zheng every day, but he can't even see her!

They picked the time very well, always looking for the moment when Yun Zheng abandoned him.

Fu Linghe: [Work, no time!]

Jiang Chenyu: [Boss, that's not a good excuse. You're off duty in an hour.]

Jiang Chenyu: [Besides, since you got married, have you ever not left work early?]

Jiang Chenyu: [Last time you had a stomachache and called me in the middle of the night, I didn't say anything. You're so disloyal.]

Fu Linghe was still in a bad mood. [The same place?]

Jiang Chenyu: [Yes, the same place.]

Fu Linghe raised his hand to adjust his cufflinks, picked up the coat hanging on the back of the chair and left the office.

Half an hour later, Fu Linghe's black Cullinan stopped steadily at the door of the bar.

He got out of the car, draped the coat on the seat over his wrist, tossed the keys in his hand to the valet at the door, and then walked in.

Fu Linghe arrived in the imperial capital, but his heart did not follow.

He walked in absentmindedly, not even paying attention to the box number.

He pushed open the door of the next box and walked in, but when he looked up, he was stunned.

In the box, Yun Zheng was sitting on the sofa, holding a glass of wine in her hand, with a faint blush on her face, and a feeling of being slightly tipsy.

Fu Linghe stood at the door, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.

Yun Zheng heard the door open, looked up, and was also stunned.

The two looked at each other, and the air seemed to freeze.

Fu Linghe stared at Yun Zheng for a long time, then withdrew his gaze from her, trying to hide the truth. "You went to the wrong box."

After saying this, he turned around and was about to leave the box.

Seeing this, Cen Li'an reacted immediately. She stood up and said with a smile, "You're not in the wrong place, you're not in the wrong place. I'm the one who's in the wrong place. You two can chat slowly. I won't disturb you."

After saying that, she picked up her bag and quickly slipped out of the box, not forgetting to wink at Yun Zheng before leaving.

Only Fu Linghe and Yun Zheng were left in the box, and the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

Fu Linghe stood there with mixed feelings.

Cen Lian said that drinking can make a coward braver. Yun Zheng had just had a few drinks and now she is a lot braver.

She stood up, looked at Fu Linghe, and walked towards him.

Fu Linghe's heartbeat suddenly quickened as he watched Yun Zheng approaching him. With every step she took closer, his heartbeat would involuntarily quicken.

Yun Zheng walked towards Fu Linghe step by step. Although her steps were a little unsteady, her eyes were extremely firm.

Fu Linghe stood there, his heart beating like a drum, and he could even clearly feel his breathing becoming rapid.

Yun Zheng walked up to him, looked up at him, with a hint of stubbornness and grievance in her eyes, "Fu Linghe, are you angry with me?"

Fu Linghe looked at her, and the irritability in his heart surged up again.

He looked away and said coldly, "No."

Yun Zheng reached out and tapped Fu Linghe's chest, then raised her slightly drunk face to look at Fu Linghe's face, "You're still saying no, but you're just angry."

Fu Linghe's heart beat faster after she said that, but he still forced himself to keep a cold face and said in a hard tone, "I'm not angry."

Yun Zheng refused to give in and, under the influence of alcohol, became much bolder than usual.

She stood on tiptoe, got close to Fu Linghe's face, and stared at him, "You're lying! You must be angry, otherwise why would you ignore me when I sent you a message?"

Fu Linghe was forced to take a step back by her, his back against the wall, with nowhere to retreat.

He turned his head away, avoiding her pressing gaze, his tone still cold, "I'm not ignoring you, I'm just busy with work."

"Busy with work?" Yun Zheng snorted, reaching out to cup his face and forcing him to look at her. "Then why aren't you busy now? How did you find time to come here?"

Fu Linghe almost couldn't hold back the cold expression on his face after being praised by her.

He pursed his lips, with a hint of helplessness in his tone, "Yun Zheng, stop making trouble."

"I'm not making a fuss!" Yun Zheng's voice rose a little, her eyes slightly red. "Fu Linghe, you're obviously angry!"

Fu Linghe looked at her red eyes, and the irritability in his heart was instantly replaced by heartache.