let's get married darling

Chapter 108 Don't Complain With Me About This, It's Uncute
Song Yan did not receive the message from Tang Munian later, because she had already blacklisted his phone number before that.

The best way to forget a person is to put everything about him in the past, delete it, and never touch it again.

When it comes to birthdays, Song Yan owes Song Xiaoyuan a little bit. When he turned six years old some time ago, she was disturbed by various things and couldn't celebrate his birthday.

And because it was Tang's father's death day, Song Yan felt ashamed in his heart and never congratulated Song Xiaoyuan on his birthday.

So I went to see Mrs. Fu Lai in the hospital again, and this time I went back to Yiyuan ahead of schedule. On the way back, I passed by a cake shop. Song Yan bought a cake that was not too big or too small. I didn't want to celebrate anything for myself, but wanted to make up for Song Xiaoyuan.

In the evening, Shi Heng brought Song Xiaoyuan back.

Seeing the cake box on the table, the little guy kept looking at Song Yan with his small eyes, "Whose birthday is today?"

Song Yan hadn't celebrated his birthday for many years, and the little guy didn't know what day it was, so he felt puzzled when he saw the cake.

Song Yan rubbed his little head, "Your."

Song Xiaoyuan immediately understood that Song Yan never gave him a birthday gift before, and it was only made up after the fact.

Shi Heng hurried to Song Xiaoyuan's side, "Young Master Song, didn't you pass your birthday last time? Why is it now?"

Song Yan was puzzled, "How do you know that he had his birthday last time?"

"The boss bought a cake that time and asked me to send it." Shi Heng said truthfully.

Song Yan was stunned, no wonder she saw the cake when she went back later, she thought it was Pei Siyu who bought it, so she didn't ask further.

It turned out to be Fu Hanshen...

Shi Heng sent Song Xiaoyuan back and it was time to leave, but Song Yan told him to stay and let him play with Song Xiaoyuan for a while, then he went into the kitchen to make dinner.

Finally knowing that Fu Hanshen is Song Xiaoyuan's biological father, Song Yan wanted to take this opportunity to let them get in touch with each other more, so that when Song Xiaoyuan went to live in the Fu family's main house again, his feelings for him would not gradually fade away, and let them recognize this part , need to work harder on Song Xiaoyuan.

But the dinner was ready, and when Fu Hanshen was waiting, he didn't show up for a long time.

Seeing that the waiting time was not short, Shi Heng said hesitantly, "How about I call the boss and see when he will come back?"

Ever since he got in touch with Song Yan's mother and son, Fu Hanshen hardly left work late. This was the first time that he hadn't come back for a long time.

"No, just wait." Song Yan smiled and said, "Maybe he's still busy."

After waiting for another half an hour, Fu Hanshen still did not appear at the door.

Shi Heng asked again, "Miss Song, should I call and ask?"

Song Yan pursed his lips, "He should be on the road, so don't bother him while driving."

"But Song Dayan." Sitting in the middle, Song Xiaoyuan bit his lips and said, "I'm a little hungry."

Song Yan looked at Song Xiaoyuan's small face beside him, for some reason, an inexplicable sense of uneasiness rose in her heart, which disturbed her.

Looking at the wall clock on the wall, it was already 07:30 in the evening, and then looking at the dishes slowly cooling down in the restaurant over there, finally, she made a decision, "Shi Heng, you can eat with Xiao Yuan first." , I'll go out for a while."

disturbed.

The bottom of her heart was very uneasy, and she suddenly remembered the scene of getting along with Tang Munian during the day, and her thoughts were inexplicably confused by those words.

After explaining to Shi Heng and Song Xiaoyuan, Song Yan hurried out of the art garden. While walking, she dialed Fu Hanshen's number.

The first time, no one answered.

The second time, after eight rings, it was finally connected, but it was Jing Chen's voice on the other end, "Song Yan?"

Although he hadn't seen Jing Chen for a long time, Song Yan could hear his voice and still remember him deeply. At first, he was a little awkward and hesitated for two seconds, but he still asked straight to the point, "Is Fu Hanshen not here?"

Over there, Jing Chen hesitated for a while, and then his voice came over, telling her the address of a nightclub and letting her go there.

Song Yan went outside, stopped a car, and soon came to the nightclub Jing Chen was talking about.

She had been to this place once before, and it was brought by Tang Munian, and some things happened that she didn't want to recall.

He instinctively thought that Song Yan was a person who would not go in and out of such places on weekdays. Jing Chen was afraid that she would not find her way, so he waited for her outside early.

Seeing her getting off the taxi, he stepped forward and said, "Come with me."

Song Yan glanced at Jing Chen, then nodded. She was not familiar with Jing Chen, but since she had met him several times before, she was not unfamiliar.

As always, he is sunny, handsome, clean and tidy, making people comfortable, with a vicious and ruffian temperament, which is very popular among women.

Jing Chen took her to the box with ease.

After pushing open the door, Song Yan did not find Fu Hanshen at first sight, Jing Chen pointed to the sofa in the dark corner beside him, and said in a low voice, "Something is wrong with him today, he was supposed to get off work early to celebrate your birthday , but I don’t know what happened later, I was supposed to entertain a client, but he came and drank too much during the entertainment.”

Hearing Jing Chen's words, Song Yan's heart was shocked, "Is he going to celebrate my birthday?"

"Isn't today your birthday?" Jing Chen looked at her sideways, "He called me last night and asked me what should a woman give on her birthday..."

Sensing that Song Yan's expression was gradually becoming abnormal, Jing Chen pulled the corner of his mouth stiffly, "Don't you know?"

He still remembers how awkward and cold Fu Hanshen's tone was when he asked him that sentence last night, but he seemed to care about it to death.

But... Song Yan didn't know?
Song Yan lowered his eyes slightly, "He didn't tell me."

Before going to bed in the early hours of last night, she asked him when his birthday was, but unexpectedly, he realized that today was her birthday...

Jing Chen rubbed his forehead helplessly, he should be able to figure it out, how could Fu Hanshen, a normally cold and arrogant man, tell Song Yan about such things in advance?

I'm afraid that even when it came time to congratulate her on her birthday, he still had the haughty look of "I am the uncle".

"I don't know what happened to him suddenly. His assistant said that he received a reporter's package before, and then he became a little bit wrong." Jing Chen patted her on the shoulder, taking it for granted, "Now I will hand him over to you Yes, I have his car keys, can you drive?"

Handing Fu Hanshen to her so bluntly made Song Yan's cheeks feel unnaturally hot, he pursed his lips and shook his head, "No."

"Then I'll call and ask someone to drive the car back later, and you take him back in the car first." Then he remembered something, and Jing Chen instructed, "Besides, he tends to get headaches after drinking, so after he goes back, cook him something to sober up." Tea."

Although Jing Chen's attitude seemed to have nothing unusual about her current relationship with Fu Hanshen, it still made Song Yan a little embarrassed.

She responded, and then Jing Chen left.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of several wine glasses on the table in the private room, some of which still had half a glass of red wine left, and Song Yan secretly guessed that those customers might have just left not long ago, and they might have been sent away by Jing Chen in advance.

Reining in her thoughts, she paced to the side of Fu Hanshen on the sofa in the corner. He was sitting on the dark sofa, and he seemed to be a little too drunk.

Taking his hand, she helped him up.

The arm was lifted by the woman's shoulders, Fu Han gave a low smile, turned his head to look at her, and said in a slightly drunken sexy voice, "Come here?"

His handsome face was shrouded in dim light, making it difficult for people to see the appearance of his face.

Song Yan said "Yes", "You drank too much, I will take you back."

Fu Hanshen did not refuse her request, and let her help him out of the private room. His weight was slightly heavy, and Song Yan's strength was weak, so it was a bit difficult to support him.

When she finally came outside, she let him get into a taxi parked by the side of the road, then bent over and got in, and told the driver in front of him the address of Yiyuan.

After getting into the car, Fu Hanshen closed his long and narrow eyes, and sat beside him calmly, with his lips pursed lightly, as if he was already drunk enough to fall asleep.

But Song Yan knew he was not asleep.

When she helped him out just now, her strength was not enough to bear his weight. He clearly noticed her strenuous effort, so he quietly withdrew a lot of strength himself.

It can be judged from this that he is not drunk.

"Jingchen said that you didn't need to go out tonight." After being silent for a long time, she couldn't help asking, "Why did you choose to go out when you could go back earlier?"

"This client is important, and I'm afraid Jingchen can't handle it." Fu Hanshen answered without emotion, his voice was hoarse and sexy, with one hand propping his forehead against the window and the other on his lap, even his expression was indifferent. Nothing unusual.

But Song Yan didn't quite believe his excuse. Was he really afraid that Jing Chen might not be able to deal with the client, or did he have other thoughts?
"Are you in a bad mood?" She asked sideways.

He didn't even lift his eyelids, "No."

"Because you're in a bad mood?" Song Yan raised his brows as he automatically filtered his words, "Speaking out, it can't be said that it can help you share, but at least you don't have to hold back yourself."

After all, she still doesn't know him very well. How could someone like Fu Hanshen, who is so proud and steady in heart, tell her all his thoughts because of one or two things?
If he didn't even have any thoughts of his own, he wouldn't be where he is now.

Fu Hanshen opened his eyes, opened them a little, glanced at her lightly, then closed them again, and said softly, "I'm drunk."

"..."

She only heard of drunk people who refused to admit that they were drunk, but never heard of a person who was not actually drunk saying that he was drunk.

His attitude also let her see how tight his mouth was, no matter what it was, she didn't intend to tell her, so she didn't pursue it anymore.

Leaning in front of him, she asked with great interest like a little girl, "I heard from Jing Chen just now that you planned to celebrate my birthday for me. Where are the presents?"

He stretched out his hand, and spread both palms in front of him, righteously, "I want a gift."

"..."

Fu Hanshen opened his eyes again, glanced at the pair of white hands that were held in front of him, and then slapped them off very politely, with a tired voice, "I'm drunk."

"Drunk doesn't affect giving gifts." Song Yan raised his chin slightly, eyebrows raised high, "Gifts."

His forehead was swollen and painful, his elbows were leaning on the window of the car, and his palms were resting on his head. Fu Han said lazily, "How old are you?"

"25." Song Yan was very generous, "I'm 25 now."

Fu Hanshen was really going to be amused by her, wouldn't this woman know how to act like a baby?
Seeing that he ignored him at all and closed his eyes again as if he was very sleepy, Song Yan could only withdraw his hand resentfully, and said in a low voice, "Stingy."

Fu Hanshen continued to pretend to be drunk.

The taxi stopped at Yiyuan Villa, and the driver reported the fare. Song Yan subconsciously took money out of his own pocket, but Fu Han's deep and faint voice came from beside him, "It's in my pocket."

Knowing that he was in a bad mood tonight, Song Yan didn't dare to argue with him about the small issue of the fare at this moment, so he turned sideways to take out his wallet from him.

But the lining pocket of Fu Hanshen's suit was on the other side, and two buttons of his jacket were unbuttoned. She almost turned her whole body around and stood next to him. When she went to take out the wallet in his lining pocket, the distance between them was close Very ambiguous.

His breath lingered around her neck, like the feeling of a feather brushing against her heart, itching, making her flush unconsciously, and even hearing the driver's low sneer, the feeling of flushing became more and more intense under control.

After fumbling in his inner lining for a long time, he also found the wallet, Song Yan looked up at him.

Only then did Fu Hanshen say, "In the trouser pocket."

"..."

He didn't say it earlier.

"Left or right?" Song Yan asked unnaturally with a blushing face.

"right."

Song Yan glanced at him suspiciously, and put his hand into his right trouser pocket, but he didn't lie to her.

After taking out the wallet, she hurriedly took the fare to the driver, but when she was about to turn around and return the wallet to Fu Hanshen, he had already opened the door and got out of the car.

After thanking the driver, Song Yan hurriedly followed.

When the taxi drove away, she was just about to walk into the house, when Fu Hanshen left the place where Fu Hanshen got off before her eyes.

She frowned slightly, walked over, picked up the photo on the ground, turned it over and saw the two people on it, her eyes turned slightly cold.

The two people in the photo were exactly her and Tang Munian in the restaurant at noon today.

At that time, Tang Munian pinched her chin and lowered his head slightly. The distance between their lips was less than two centimeters. The person who took the photo was obviously skilled, and the timing and angle were just right, making it look like the two had just finished kissing.

Song Yan generally knew why Fu Hanshen was in a bad mood.

Inside the living room.

Song Xiaoyuan and Shi Heng have disappeared, and they are nowhere to be seen. The food in the restaurant has not been touched, and the cakes have been put in the refrigerator. It is not difficult to guess that Shi Heng may have taken Song Xiaoyuan out. During this time, The two of them were having a good time, and Song Yan also called Shi Heng, and learned that he did take Song Xiaoyuan out, so he was completely relieved.

Looking at the man lazily sitting on the sofa in the living room, Song Yan went to the kitchen to make hangover tea first.

It wasn't long, and when she came out again, she had a steaming teacup in her hand, and she approached Fu Hanshen step by step, and handed it over, "Drink some tea first."

Fu Hanshen didn't refuse, and lazily raised his hand to take it, before feeding it to his mouth, Song Yan said, "Be careful of burning."

Fu Han paused and looked at her.

Song Yan bit his lip, as if he had done something wrong, blinked innocently at him, and asked tentatively, "May I make a request?"

"There are conditions attached to making tea." Leaning on the sofa, Fu Hanshen lazily blew on the tea.

Song Yan frowned in embarrassment, put his palms together, and said with a pitiful look of self-knowledge, "Is it too late to confess now?"

"Huh?" He seemed puzzled, and raised his eyebrows lazily, "What are you confessing?"

Knowing that he was doing it on purpose, and considering that he was in a bad mood, Song Yan had no choice but to follow his words, "A little accident happened today, I want to tell you everything now."

"There is no need to explain the small accident." Qianqian took a sip of tea, but it was still slightly hot enough to make his eyebrows curl up, so he had to put down the teacup first, and then said calmly, "There was a photo missing from my left trouser pocket, did you see it? "

"No." Song Yan shook his head like a rattle, and said duplicity, "I didn't see it."

If it was because she saw that photo that she planned to confess to him, it would not make him even more angry.

After a pause, she tentatively approached and asked, "What photo?"

"It's nothing." Fu Hanshen seemed indifferent, stood up from the sofa, turned around and walked upstairs, tugged on the loose tie, and three indifferent words came out of his thin lips, "Little trick."

You know it's a trick and you're still upset?

The corners of Song Yan's mouth twitched, but it was always her fault first, no matter how good the photo showed, it made people feel that she had an unusual relationship with Tang Munian, it was her fault that she went to see Tang Munian alone.

Seeing him turning around and pulling off his tie as he walked upstairs, drunk as if he was really drunk, Song Yan obediently rushed to his side, took the tie he had just untied, and supported him. His arm, "I'll help you upstairs to rest, by the way, you haven't eaten yet, what do you want to eat?"

Fu Hanshen squinted at her from the corner of his eyes, "You are extraordinarily considerate today."

"Isn't that what you want to make up for?" She blinked her charming eyes, which were crystal clear and beautiful.

After getting along for so long, Fu Hanshen has never seen a day when she will be more cute and obedient than today, just like a cold and lifeless kitten who is suddenly tamed and knows how to please its master. One can't help wanting to pamper her more.

Standing on the stairs, he paused, and then just looked sideways at her.

Those deep abyss-like eyes were firmly locked on her body, Song Yan felt uncomfortable being looked at by him, her cheeks blushed a little, she stepped back a little, "Why are you looking at me like that all of a sudden?"

"Don't you think people want to love you today?" He reached out and pinched her chin, a face with sharp edges and corners, magnified infinitely in front of her, "It's impossible for people to want to love you."

A kiss without warning, just fell down.

With lips and teeth intertwined, he greedily ingested her sweetness, and kissed her so hard that Song Yan could barely breathe.

Standing on the stairs, she leaned back her whole body, her feet were a little unsteady, and she didn't dare to continue to linger in this deep kiss. She hurriedly pushed him away, "It smells like wine."

His mouth was full of mellow red wine, a little sweet and a little strong.

"At this point, you won't be drunk yet." He smiled lowly, curled his lips and raised his eyebrows, pinched her chin and shook it, the color in his eyes sparkled, "Have you tasted any wine?"

Song Yan said truthfully, "I don't usually drink much, and I don't drink much red wine, so I can't taste it."

"Then you want to try again?"

"Don't." She blushed, "You let me taste it tomorrow morning, and I can't taste it."

The corners of his lips outlined a doting smile, he let go of her jaw, and instead grabbed her hand, "Help me upstairs to rest."

Seeing that he seemed to be in a much better mood, Song Yan made persistent efforts, did not refuse his request, and obediently helped him up the stairs.

When she came to the bedroom and put him on the bed, she turned around, "I'll get you the bath water."

"Wait." She was about to turn around, but he pulled her wrist back vigorously, and then a small box was stuffed into her hand, "You did a good job today, I'll reward you."

Song Yan lowered his gaze to the small box in his hand, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly looked up at him.

But Fu Hanshen stopped looking at her, closed his eyes and lay on the bed, as if nothing had happened, kept rubbing his head, still immersed in the world where he was really drunk.

Even though she hadn't opened the box to see what was inside, Song Yan vaguely felt that she had guessed something, and seeing Fu Hanshen's appearance again, she pursed her lips and opened the box when she walked to the bathroom.

Inside the box is a ring.

It is not the kind of diamond that shows nobility and arrogance, especially wealth. The material is platinum, and the workmanship is simple, but it is exquisite, elegant and simple. Even the size of the ring matches her very well.

It was as if it was specially customized for her personality and temperament.

Song Yan couldn't help but glanced at the man lying on the bed, only to realize that he was also wearing the same ring on his left middle finger resting on his forehead.

Suddenly, I couldn't tell what emotion I was feeling.

So he planned her birthday present today just to propose to her?

If she hadn't gone to see Tang Munian on her own, I'm afraid this wouldn't be the case now...

The feeling in her heart was a little joyful, but also a little complicated. She hadn't thought that he and her would develop to this point so quickly. Facing this ring, she hesitated in her heart.

Fu Hanshen didn't really fall asleep, and he couldn't fall asleep because it was still early. When he heard the sound of water coming from the bathroom, he got up suddenly——

Song Yan, who was pouring the bath water, heard slight footsteps approaching behind him, and instinctively wanted to turn around to look, but a man's generous chest pressed against her back first, and the warm breath enveloped her all at once. .

She can know who is behind her without turning her head. Her body is a little stiff, and she lowers her eyelashes lightly, "The bath water is ready, you can wash it."

Saying that, she broke free from his chest, turned her head to meet him, "I'm going out first."

She was about to leave, but Fu Hanshen took her hand and said, "Help me undress."

Song Yan, "You can take it off by yourself."

"I am drunk."

"You're not drunk."

"drunk."

"No."

"Don't worry about it with me." He looked at her displeased, "It's not cute."

Song Yan, "..."

Helpless at his insistence, she had no choice but to bite the bullet and take off his shirt. In short, it was all her fault today, and he did whatever he said.

Quickly and frantically taking off some of the restraints on his body, Song Yan hurriedly walked out without even daring to raise his head, "I'm going out."

"Aren't we together?" He lazily looked at her fleeing back with a smile.

Song Yan simply ignored him, went straight out, and closed the bathroom door.

In the spacious bathroom, Fu Hanshen retracted his eyes, and with a slight smile on his lips, he turned and lay down in the bathtub.

He noticed just now that she wore that ring on her finger...

(End of this chapter)