827: Chapter 827: Joining the Translation Agency 10 827: Chapter 827: Joining the Translation Agency 10 “Fang Ran is a good person!” He Zhilan muttered.
But just this retort darkened He Teng’s face even more.
Suddenly, he bent over and sniffed He Zhilan’s body like a dog, then his face darkened, “You went out drinking?”
He Teng had originally thought that He Zhilan’s cheeks were flushed because she had just taken a bath, but as soon as she spoke and moved a little, the sll of alcohol ca out, and He Teng exploded, “He Zhilan, I rember you promised never to drink!
But here you are late at night, going out alone to drink with a male colleague!
You’ve really learned sothing new huh!”
“I…” He Zhilan wanted to argue that she hadn’t drunk, but a glance at her own coat made her twitch the corners of her mouth slightly.
How did she just take a bath and directly co over to find He Teng wearing the coat she had worn out?
Isn’t he just like a dog with a nose that can sll the alcohol on her?
“I only had a little bit.” He Zhilan smiled and raised her hand, putting up two fingers, “Just two glasses of sake.”
“Just?” He Teng was really infuriated by He Zhilan’s “just”, “What kind of tolerance do you have for alcohol?
Two glasses of beer and you’re already tipsy, and you say you only had two glasses of sake?”
He Zhilan couldn’t say a word under He Teng’s scolding.
Indeed, she was really not good with alcohol; two glasses of sake were enough to make her feel a little dizzy and her cheeks warm.
“Although Fang Ran is your colleague, how long have you known him?
You can know their faces but not their hearts.
Don’t you know to be cautious?
Just a short ti of interaction and you’re already out drinking alone with him?
Didn’t you listen to when I told you not to go out?”
Seeing He Zhilan saying nothing, He Teng didn’t want to say another word, threw her at the door, and went straight back to the hotel room.
“Fang Ran is really a good person, he is very caring during work.” He Zhilan countered He Teng and then entered the room closing the door, standing in front of He Teng.
“Do you like him?” He Teng asked He Zhilan abruptly.
He Zhilan looked at He Teng, didn’t make a sound, and looked down at her own shoes.
The two suddenly fell silent, neither spoke, the room so quiet you could almost hear a pin drop.
After a long while, He Zhilan finally spoke, her voice a bit subdued, “It’s been three years.
You and I have been divorced for three years, I’ve always wanted to remarry you, but you don’t agree.
Sister Lin is also right, I’m at the age suitable for marriage.
If it drags on, there won’t be any results, so if I can’t marry the person I love, then marrying soone who loves is fine too.”
“I’m thirsty, Fang Ran would boil water for ; when I’m tired, he would also tell to rest well.
He rembers what I like and don’t like to eat, he takes care of very attentively.” He Zhilan looked up at He Teng, “Just now when Sister Lin asked you, you didn’t object, did you?
You said it was up to , right?
Anyway, does it matter to you whether I marry soone else or not?”
Seeing He Teng silent, He Zhilan’s heart sank bit by bit.
Originally, maybe it was just a tentative attitude when she said those words, but looking at his indifferent back, He Zhilan’s emotions beca sowhat uncontrollable.
“He Teng, is it really that irrelevant to you if I marry soone else?
Watching hold hands with another man and then beco his wife, risking my life to bear children from passing through the Ghost Gate, does none of this matter to you?
So, was that why you could say ‘up to you’ when Sister Lin asked?”
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