She stood by the door, and through the slightly opened gap, she looked at Wen zhihuai, who was leaning against the wall, missing his late wife with a pained expression.
She couldn't help but purse her lips and smile mockingly.
After so many years, she was still no match for a dead man.
……
Lan Xiao followed Wen Muchu home after dinner. He was in low spirits.
She was depressed and often lay on the sofa without moving.
Lan Xiao had just finished reviewing his homework. Seeing Wen Muchu in such a state, a trace of heartache flashed past her eyes.
She glanced at the red wine on the cabinet, and her eyes lit up.
Immediately, she took a bottle of red wine and two wine glasses. She smiled and squeezed to Wen Muchu's side.
come, let's drink, Chuchu. I don't know why, but I really want to drink today. Let's not end this until we're drunk, okay? "
Wen Muchu suddenly regained his senses and glanced at Lan Xiao in surprise.
