While Anjou was going to the kitchen to cook, Wang Musheng lay on his back on the sofa listening to music, and fell asleep unknowingly.

After he fell asleep, he had a dream and dreamed of Wu Liang.

In the dream, Wu Liang scolded him: "You beast! You don't want to marry Qingqing!"

Wang Musheng in the dream said innocently: "I don't want to do it, right? Just..."

"Damn!" Wu Liang was furious in the dream, "You turtle son are all like Qingqing, you are still behaved, right? Believe it or not, I will chop you up with one knife?"

As he said that, Wu Liang in the dream suddenly showed up a shiny kitchen knife...

Wang Musheng was so scared that he woke up from his dream.

After he woke up from his dream, Anjou stood on the coffee table and giggled at him, then said, "You're dreaming?"

"Ah?" Wang Musheng was stunned, stunned with a look of embarrassment, and then smiled embarrassingly.

"Ha..." Anjou was happy again, "Okay, go to the bathroom to wash and have a meal."

Wang Musheng smiled embarrassingly again, then stood up, turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

There was a smell of bath fluid in the bathroom, with a slight scent of Anjou remaining here.

Wang Musheng buried his head in front of the sink and washed his face, then stood up straight, shook his head, looked at himself in the mirror, and couldn't help but exhale a sigh of depression: "Huh..."

Then, he finally gradually woke up. Sniffing the mixed fragrance of the bathroom, he couldn't help but turn his head and glance. The clothes hanger were covered with clothes that seemed to be worn by Anjou, and the toiletries hanger was filled with a wide range of cosmetics and other things.

By the time he came out of the bathroom, Anjou was already sitting at the dining table waiting for him to have a meal.

The wine and food were all placed, the wine glasses, bowls, chopsticks, etc. were all arranged, and it seemed that the wine was poured.

Wang Musheng slowly approached the table and sat down opposite her.

Anjou smiled at him and said, "Try the dishes I cook."

Wang Musheng smiled faintly, picked up the chopsticks, picked up a vegetable and put it in his mouth to taste it, and couldn't help but exaggerate: "Wow... it tastes good!"

"Ha..." Anjou was happy, "Then eat more."

Women are almost like this, and they all like to hear men praise their good cooking skills.

After a while, Anjou picked up the wine glass and said, "Come on, let's have a drink."

Wang Musheng looked at the whole glass of white wine, suddenly felt a little angry and frowned: "Is it so full?"

"Didn't you say you want to drink?"

"Hey." Wang Musheng smiled quickly, "What if you get drunk?"

"It's okay. This is at my house, what are you afraid of? If you are drunk, just sleep here."

"This...isn't it?"

"What are you afraid of?" Anru asked with a smile.

Wang Musheng smiled and joked: "I'm so handsome, I'm not at ease with you."

"Beautiful, you!" Anru laughed and gave him a coquettish look, "I'm not at ease with you!"

"Then you still ask me to come to your house? Isn't this equivalent to attracting a wolf into the house?"

Anjou smiled slightly shyly and said, "It might be a sheep entering the tiger's mouth?"

"Ha!" Wang Musheng laughed, "I just said I'm not at ease with you."

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, drink a bar."

So, Wang Musheng picked up the wine glass and clinked the glass with Anru. Then he raised the wine glass, raised his head and drank the wine in his glass...

Anjou was shocked when she saw it.

However, Anjou took a small sip of wine.

Although the feeling created by Anjou made Wang Musheng feel much better, the depression and guilt deep in his heart were still difficult to erase...

Because he felt that he was still inappropriate in treating Pan Zhengxiang. If he had handled it perfectly, Pan Zhengxiang would not have been like this today.

After all, there are still some good memories about him and Pan Zhengxiang.

Anru saw that Wang Musheng seemed to be unhappy again, so she smiled and said, "Come on, let's have another drink."

When Wang Musheng picked up the wine glass, he suddenly asked: "Why are you clinking glasses?"

"Just for..." Anjou thought for a while, "Just just clinked glasses for the first time you came to my house."

"good."

“…”

The two of them were like this, listening to light music, drinking slowly, chatting or teasing a few words.

Before I knew it, I drank two bottles of Maotai.

At this moment, Anru seemed a little drunk because her face was already white and red, and she felt a little hot all over.

Wang Musheng was also slightly drunk. He knew that he could not drink anymore, and he could not go back after drinking for a while.

When Anru got up and wanted to get the third bottle of wine, Wang Musheng hurriedly cleaned up and stopped him and said, "I won't drink it anymore."

Anjou listened, turned around and sat down in her seat, looked at him with a smile, and asked, "Why don't you drink anymore?"

Wang Musheng smiled indifferently and replied, "I think... it's getting late, I have to go back."

Suddenly, when she heard this sentence, Anru felt a little disappointed, and her face was filled with disappointment. Because under the influence of alcohol, she felt hot all over her body, and a faint agitation, and she felt light and fluttering all over. She was already a little eager to make a little excited, so Wang Musheng said she was leaving, so she naturally felt very disappointed.

Wang Musheng seemed to have seen a little look at it, but he didn't say anything, but just lit a cigarette silently and took a sip.

After a while, Anru looked at him blankly and asked, "Did you have a good relationship with Pan Zhengxiang before?"

"Yeah." Wang Musheng nodded, "She and I are from the same village and have been playing together since we were young."

"No wonder you are so nervous about her. If... one day... I will be like that too, will you be nervous about me?"

"Hey..." Wang Musheng couldn't help but smile, "You probably won't be that way, right?"

"Why can't it?"

“Because you have a good living condition.”

"But who knows the pain in my heart?"

Suddenly, when Wang Musheng heard Anru say this, he couldn't help but look at her, and then said, "Actually... everyone has some pain that they don't want to say."

"You have one, too?"

“There must be.”

"Then can you tell me?"

"This..." Wang Musheng frowned, "Forget it, let's not say it."

"Do you think I'm not a good listener?"

"Hey." Wang Musheng smiled faintly, "It's not because of this, it's just... some things... everyone likes to hide in their hearts. I think you are the same."

“…”

After chatting like this for a while, Wang Musheng looked at the time and saw that it was already past 9 o'clock in the evening. So he hurriedly smiled and said, "Okay, I think I should go back."

"Are you not drunk?" Anjou asked hurriedly.

"It's a little bit. But it's nothing big, I can drive." As he said that, Wang Musheng slowly stood up.

Seeing that Wang Musheng stood up, as if he was about to leave, Anru hurriedly stood up.

Just as Wang Musheng turned around and walked to the door, suddenly, Anru stepped up from behind, hugged him, and attached himself tightly to his back.

Wang Musheng was a little drunk, but now he felt Anru's fiery body. Unconsciously, he couldn't control himself.

After a while, Wang Musheng suddenly turned around, faced Anru, buried his head and kissed her delicate thin lips...

"Huh!" Anru shouted softly, hugged Wang Musheng tightly, and then catered to him.

It can be said that the two hit it off.
Chapter completed!