Mrs. Wen's wealthy daily life

Chapter 1187
After dinner, Han Ning went back to the study to handle official business as usual.

After eleven o'clock, Fan Wenwen came in with a bottle of red wine.

Wearing a long white dress, she came to him like an elf under the light.

"Have a drink?" She put two wine glasses on the table and poured half a glass of red wine into them.

Han Ning looked at the wine in his hand without moving it.

"What? Want me to feed you?" Fan Wenwen picked up one of the cups, took a big sip, and approached Han Ning with her red lips.

"It's not suitable to drink at night." Han Ning avoided it.

"Then when is the right time to drink it?" Fan Wenwen swallowed the wine: "You might as well say that your injury is still not healed. This is a better excuse."

"I don't mean anything else, I just feel a little bored, I just want you to accompany me." Fan Wenwen finished the rest of the wine.

Han Ning didn't speak, but just looked at her expressionlessly, and when he took a closer look, there was a bit of confusion in his eyes.

"Why? You won't drink two glasses with me?" Fan Wenwen put down the glass, put her elbows on the table, supported her head with her hands, and looked up at him.

Han Ning picked up the wine on the table and drank it in one gulp.

Fan Wenwen looked at him and smiled.

She stretched out her hand and painted his eyebrows and eyes little by little: "You are so beautiful, I like everything about you."

But why, he just doesn't like her?

"You're drunk." Han Ning took her hand off.

"Yeah, I'm drunk, I was drunk by you." Fan Wenwen poured another glass for the two of them.

"Come, come, have a cup of wine."

"You're drunk." Han Ning snatched her cup over.

"I'm not drunk." Fan Wenwen wanted to snatch it back, but Han Ning raised her hand.

Fan Wenwen climbed on top of him.

"I'll take you back to your room." Han Ning put the cup on the other side of the table.

"I won't return." Fan Wenwen twisted her body, and stretched her other movable hand forward vigorously.

Accidentally, he slipped and fell on Han Ning, and when his lips were about to meet, Han Ning turned his head.

Fan Wenwen kissed Han Ning on the chin.

She was a little disappointed, straightened his face with both hands, moved her body up a bit, and aimed her red lips at Han Ning's...

He was pushed away by Han Ning before he touched it.

Fan Wenwen rolled off the chair, her butt hurt from being knocked, but her heart hurt even more.

"You pushed me away again." She quickly stood up and stumbled towards Han Ning.

Han Ning picked up the phone on the table, intending to ask someone to come up and take Fan Wenwen back to her room.

Fan Wenwen quickly dialed the phone to the ground: "Don't drive me away."

"Is this drunk?" Han Ning looked at her coldly.

Fan Wenwen seemed to be really drunk and was not afraid of him at all.

She picked up the wine on the table again: "You drink with me."

"I know, you think I'm drunk, don't you?" Fan Wenwen smiled, "I'm not drunk."

"Then do you know what you're doing?"

"I know, I want you to drink with me." Fan Wenwen raised the wine bottle in her hand to Han Ning: "I want you to drink with me, so I won't get drunk forever."

Han Ning still pretended that she was drunk. He bent down and wanted to hug her. Fan Wenwen took a few steps back: "Aren't you going to agree to my small request?"

Fan Wenwen's drunken madness was really playing tricks, in order to let her settle down, Han Ning had no choice but to agree to her.

After finishing the bottle of red wine, Han Ning also became a little drunk.

After sending Fan Wenwen back to his room, he wanted to leave.

"Don't go, stay here with me." Fan Wenwen buried her face in his palm, her voice was mournful, like an abandoned little animal.

(End of this chapter)