He doesn't have any children yet, but I may not even be able to give him a child in this lifetime!
Thinking of this, the heat in Zhou Wanyu's heart was instantly extinguished.
Wang Biao finished the dance and froze the last pose.
The whole audience burst into cheers.
The young girls and wives couldn't help but scream.
There were even some bold ones who ran over and asked him if he had a girlfriend.
The young man knew he had lost, and he ran away secretly at some point, covered in dust and dirt.
Wang Biao pushed through the crowd and walked step by step to Zhou Wanyu.
She smiled gently.
Above his head was a brilliant rainbow of lights, making him look as if he were glowing.
Zhou Wanyu's heart was beating uncontrollably again.
My face is getting really hot
But she still carefully concealed all her emotions, and handed him the windbreaker with a polite smile.
Wang Biao took it, but was a little surprised by her attitude towards him. Why did it feel like she had returned to that distant feeling as before?
This made him feel a little uncomfortable.
"You, are you still dancing?"
Zhou Wanyu shook her head.
"Let's go back to the box!"
Wang Biao saw that her expression was not right and thought she was tired.
He nodded in agreement: "Okay, let's go back!"
After arriving at the private room, Zhou Wanyu picked up an opened bottle of foreign wine on the table and poured herself a glass.
Then he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.
Wang Biao wanted to stop him, but he saw Zhou Wanyu looking at him with a smile on her lips: "Boss Wang, let's not go home until we're drunk today, right? Don't think about any troubles, just enjoy today, okay?"
Hearing her say this and looking into her watery eyes, he agreed for some reason.
Forget it, let’s drink and enjoy life today. As long as she is happy, he is willing to accompany her!
He called the waiter to bring in two bottles of wine.
The waiter was also very considerate. He got him a big handful of peanuts from somewhere for the two of them to eat with their drinks.
So Zhou Wanyu raised her glass and clinked glasses with Wang Biao one after another.
The two of them drank and sang.
Very happy.
But Zhou Wanyu didn't know that this foreign wine tasted good but had a strong aftertaste. These bottles of wine were his own collection, brought from Hong Kong.
Of course, the price is not cheap, so he usually just has a drink by himself.
I didn't expect that she would drink it like plain water.
What a waste of resources!
Wang Biao was also a little drunk. Looking at the little woman who had fallen asleep on his shoulder, he couldn't help but smile and shook his head, with a helpless look on his face.
Forget it, forget it, as long as she is willing to drink, he will be willing to pay no matter how expensive it is.
At worst, I can drink it all and ask someone to bring some back from Hong Kong.
It's this kind of aftereffect that I'm afraid this little woman can't bear.
It was already late, and he was afraid that Song Shiwei and the others would worry.
He simply picked up Zhou Wanyu and carried her sideways, then walked out.
It attracted a lot of people's attention along the way.
Some were jealous of him, while others envied Zhou Wanyu.
Both of them are outstanding in their own fields and are the best among men.
Together, they seem quite compatible.
But those people still couldn't help but feel jealous, envious and regretful.
At the door, the young man had been waiting in the car and was almost falling asleep while waiting.
At this time, I was a little surprised to see the boss carrying Zhou Wanyu out.
He quickly opened the car window and waved at him: "Boss! Over here!!"
Wang Biao carried Zhou Wanyu into the car, put her down in the back seat, sat next to her, and carefully placed her head back on his shoulder.
The younger brother looked at them with a strange expression.
Just opened his mouth: "Boss, this......"
But before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Wang Biao.
He made a "Shh!" gesture, indicating that he should speak more quietly and not wake anyone up.
The younger brother immediately understood, but his eyes kept moving back and forth between him and Zhou Wanyu.
I even turned my head and couldn't help looking back in the rearview mirror.
He whispered, "Boss, where are we going?"
Wang Biao had also been drinking quite a bit with her today, and now the aftereffects were starting to kick in, and his head was aching. He pinched his brows and whispered, "Let's go to Boss Song!"
He has to send her back. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival. If he can't find her, he doesn't know how worried Song Shiwei and the others will be!
It is still a bit chilly in the autumn evening.
Wang Biao was afraid that she would be cold, so he put his windbreaker on her and wrapped her up tightly, leaving only her little head exposed on his shoulder.
He turned his head and saw that her cheeks were red, like a ripe persimmon, still emitting heat.
I don’t know what she dreamed about after falling asleep, her expression was happy at one moment and sad at another.
His brows were tightly furrowed.
At this time in Lijiatun, Song Shiwei and the others were really anxious.
It's past eight o'clock, and Zhou Wanyu hasn't come back yet. Today is Mid-Autumn Festival, and she prepared the meal early. Zhou Tingyue has come back, but Zhou Wanyu has not come back yet.
How could she and Shen Xiu'e not be anxious?
Especially Shen Xiu'e, she wanted to go out as soon as she took her clothes.
Old Li quickly stopped her and said, "Xiu'e, don't worry. Wanyu is already such a big kid. Maybe something has tripped her up."
Song Shiwei was also afraid that she would get anxious and angry, and something bad would happen to her.
"How about this, Mom? Tingyue and I will go out and look for her. You just wait at home!"
After saying that, he took his clothes, pulled Zhou Tingyue and went out.
The two of them were pushing a bicycle, and Zhou Tingyue was going to take her to the factory and Wang Biao's company.
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