It was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening when Fu Ting returned home after she was done with her work.
At this time, the entire villa was dark. Cen Juan should not be at home.
She opened the door. As usual, when she passed by the living room, she smelled a strong smell of alcohol.
Fu Ting's nose twitched sensitively. She raised her hand and turned on the living room light.
The lights were bright. At a glance, she saw Cen Juan sitting on the sofa. Behind him was a French window that projected a scene of thousands of lights, forming an extremely beautiful painting.
There was an empty bottle of red wine on the table in front of the man. Fu Ting was surprised." You drank?"
Hearing her voice, Cen Juan slowly raised his head. His gaze was as dark as ink as it landed on her.
His dark eyes narrowed slightly, and then he curled his lips and said in a sexy voice," Mmm.""He shouted.
