Fu Yi was also a light sleeper. When he heard the phone ring, he picked it up.

Fu Mocheng's stern voice instantly came from the other end of the phone: "What are you doing?"

There was an obvious rebuke in his words.

Fu Yi glanced at the wall clock. It was 3:10 in the morning.

He asked in return: "What is father doing?"

Calling and getting angry late at night?

Fu Mocheng said: "Quan Qiao..."

He was about to blurt out something, but he paused and said maturely and steadily:

"Just now, your mother dreamed that Quan Qiao was alone in the room and was assassinated. Now she is worried and can't sleep, so she asked you to go over and take a look."

Fu Yi frowned. Dreaming? Worried?

"Mr. Fu, are you kidding me? Are you worried about her?"

Because of a dream?

"Go if you're told to! If you don't go, I'll go now!"

Fu Mocheng hung up the phone with a cold voice.

Fu Yi's eyes were deep as he lay on the bed.

He was obviously not joking and was very serious.

Given Jian Chan's personality of crying, making a fuss, and even threatening to commit suicide, it is really possible that Fu Mocheng would rush there overnight.

Thinking of Quan Qiao's pajamas style, Fu Yi had to get up and walk out, while sending a text message to Fu Mocheng:

"My woman, you don't need to worry about her."

When Fu Mocheng saw the text message, he curled his thin lips and his eyes fell on Quan Qiao's camera again.

Only then did I realize that when he was making the call, Quan Qiao was like a heroic man, tilting his head back and gulping down a large bottle of red wine.

The alcohol content of that brand of red wine is comparable to that of white wine.

She leaned lazily on the sofa, closed her eyes and fell asleep.

Her untied long hair hung casually and somewhat messily on her face and shoulders, making her look even more intoxicated, decadent and sad.

Fu Mocheng used to hate Quan Qiao very much, but now he can't hate her anymore.

Outside the door.

Fu Yi walked to the door, raised his hand and knocked, but there was no response from inside.

A hint of worry rose in his eyes, and he quickly took out a key and opened the door.

The moment the door opened, a strong smell of alcohol filled the air.

On the sofa, Quan Qiao leaned weakly, with her long hair disheveled, looking beautiful yet dejected.

Fu Yi's heart suddenly tightened and he strode towards Quan Qiao.

When approaching the sofa, Quan Qiao, who was originally asleep drunk, suddenly opened his eyes sharply.

Those narrow and long phoenix eyes were full of vigilance, precaution and murderous intent.

Fu Mocheng looked at Quan Qiao on the screen, his eyes becoming deeper.

Most people who are asleep and suddenly woken up by noise will have sleepy, confused and dazed looks in their eyes.

But the alertness that Quan Qiao had when she woke up just now was a conditioned reflex that only came from years of insecurity, too much suffering, or professional training.

What did Quan Qiao, a little girl from the countryside, go through?

When Quan Qiao saw that it was Fu Yi, her expression relaxed and a smile appeared on her lips:

"Scumbag...it's you..."

The lazy voice fell, she closed her eyes and fell asleep again.

Fu Yi's eyes darkened. Scumbag?

Who is the scumbag in this relationship?

Forget it, I don’t bother with girls, especially drunk girls.

Fu Yi walked over, bent down and picked her up.

He carried her in a princess-like position and walked towards the room.

Quan Qiao was really drunk. Her petite body lay limp as if in mud, leaning against Fu Yi's broad chest like a kitten.

The picture is surprisingly healing and romantic.

Jian Chan woke up at some point and came behind Fu Mocheng.

Seeing Fu Yi holding Quan Qiao and leaving, her eyes were filled with excitement and relief:

"Ahhh! So romantic and heartwarming! Son, you must take good care of her and don't leave her alone, okay..."