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Chapter 609 Wang Ou's Heart Returns

Yang Mi witnessed the entire process from the other side.

She exchanged a glance with Tang Yan, who raised her eyebrows slightly and curved her lips into a barely perceptible smile.

More than an hour later, the dinner was drawing to a close.

Some people started calling their assistants to prepare the car, while others got up to go to the restroom.

Deng Chao's face was flushed from drinking, and he was hugging Huang Bo's neck, repeatedly saying "brothers for life".

Huang Bo was being choked and couldn't breathe. While trying to pry his arm off, he shouted to Pan Yueming, "Quickly pull this drunkard away!"

Lei Jiayin leaned back in her chair, her eyes vacant, muttering something under her breath.

Everyone got up one after another to prepare to leave.

When Wang Ou stood up, she swayed slightly, and Gao Lu, who was next to her, quickly reached out to support her.

"Wang Ou, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, just a little dizzy."

Wang Ou waved her hand, but her center of gravity was clearly unstable; one hand was supporting herself on the edge of the table, and the other was on her forehead.

Yang Mi walked over and naturally took Wang Ou's arm.

"Sister Ou drank quite a bit tonight, let her come with me and stay at my place tonight."

"Xiao Ou's assistant is still waiting outside."

Gao Lu glanced outside the door.

"Let her go back. I'll take care of Sister Ou."

Yang Mi walked towards the door, stopping to say a few words to Wang Ou's assistant as she passed by.

The assistant nodded and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Wang Ou was supported by her, his head resting on her shoulder, and he mumbled something, probably something like "Thank you for your trouble."

Outside the restaurant, more and more fans, having heard the news, have surrounded the restaurant completely.

The hotel's security personnel are doing their best to maintain order.

Yang Mi and the others tried their best to maintain their image, but Deng Chao, under the influence of alcohol, completely let loose and couldn't be stopped by his assistant. He just wanted to interact with the fans.

In the end, Fu Yibai couldn't stand it anymore, so he picked him up and put him in Deng Chao's car.

Exclamations of "Director Fu is so handsome!" and "Ah, Director Fu is so manly!" came from the crowd.

After this scene was captured on camera, it became a trending topic on Weibo that very evening.

The next day, after Deng Chao sobered up, Sun Li made him kneel on a keyboard for a long time.

Of course, these are all for later.

After waving to the fans, Fu Yibai got into the car.

The convoy gradually drove away from the China World Hotel.

Through the car window, you could see the fans holding up their phones, unwilling to leave, their flashes like scattered stars in the night.

It was past 11 p.m. when we got back to the villa area of ​​the capital.

Pushing open the villa's door, the living room was quiet and empty.

Yang Mi helped Wang Ou through the door and pushed the drunken Wang Ou straight into Fu Yibai's arms.

"You take care of her tonight."

Yang Mi's tone left no room for refusal, and the smile at the corner of her mouth was meaningful.

After seeing this scene, Tang Yan and Liu Yan didn't say anything, changed their shoes and went upstairs.

Fu Yibai looked down at Wang Ou, who was drunk and unconscious in his arms, and sighed softly.

He bent down and lifted her up in his arms. Her head rested on his shoulder, her breath carrying the scent of red wine, her warm breath brushing against his neck.

I went upstairs and pushed open the door to the master bedroom.

He first put Wang Ou on the bed and took off her high heels.

Then he went into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, tested the temperature, and then went to the dressing room to find a clean set of pajamas.

He helped Wang Ou take off her dress and underwear, and used a hot towel to wash her body.

Throughout the entire process, Wang Ou remained in a state between sleep and wakefulness, occasionally frowning and muttering something unintelligible, and at other times as quiet as a cat.

After helping her put on her pajamas, Fu Yibai went to the kitchen and made a cup of honey water, which he then brought up.

He helped Wang Ou sit up, let her lean against him, and brought the rim of the cup to her lips.

"Drink some honey water, it'll help you sober up."

Wang Ou's eyelids twitched, and he barely opened them a crack.

She looked at the water glass in front of her, opened her mouth and took a few small sips, then frowned and turned her face away.

Fu Yibai placed the cup on the bedside table and helped her lie down again.

I turned off the light, lay down next to her, and pulled the blanket up to her shoulders.

In the darkness, he could smell Wang Ou's scent: the rich aroma of red wine mixed with her own faint body fragrance and the refreshing scent of shower gel.

These scents intertwined, making the night seem exceptionally quiet and long.

He reached out and let her head rest in the crook of his arm.

Her body instinctively moved closer to the warmth, her cheek pressed against his chest.

The next morning, when Wang Ou woke up, the first thing he felt was a dull pain in his temples.

The discomfort of a hangover dulled her senses, but a few seconds later, another, stronger sensation replaced the pain: she found herself being held in someone's arms.

Her cheek was pressed against the other person's chest, and she could clearly hear the sound of his heartbeat.

Her arms were around his waist, and her legs were sandwiched between his legs.

Wang Ou did not move.

She remained curled up and slowly raised her head.

In the morning light, Fu Yibai's profile was clearly defined.

He was still asleep, breathing steadily, with a light layer of bluish stubble on his chin.

His arm went around her shoulder, his hand landed on her back, and he held her tightly in his arms.

Wang Ou lowered his head again and pressed his face back against his chest.

Her heartbeat calmed down at that moment.

Those worries, those hesitations, those questions that had plagued her for years, suddenly became unimportant on this morning after the effects of the alcohol wore off.

At that moment, she finally knew what she wanted most.

Wang Ou tightened her arms around him, buried her face in his neck, and took a deep breath.

Then she felt Fu Yibai's body move slightly, and his breathing rhythm changed.

Wang Ou quickly closed his eyes, trying to adjust his breathing back to the even rhythm of a deep sleep, not daring to make the slightest change.

But her heart was pounding so fast that she suspected the whole room could hear it.

She remained in a sideways position, able to feel him moving, feel his hand sliding from her back to her waist, and feel his gaze falling on her face.

"Stop pretending now that you're awake."

Fu Yibai's voice was hoarse from just waking up, and his tone was full of undisguised doting affection.

Wang Ou's eyelashes twitched, but she didn't open her eyes.

She felt his fingers lift up, the fingertips landing on her forehead, sliding down her brow to the bridge of her nose, and then stopping on the outline of her upper lip, gently tracing it.

"Your eyelashes are trembling."

Wang Ou finally couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a smile, and opened his eyes as if resigned to his fate.

Fu Yibai's fingers moved from her lips to her chin, then lifted her face, forcing her to look at him.

Eyes facing each other.

The light filtering through the curtains fell perfectly between the two of them.