Wenxin suffered from high blood pressure in the afternoon. Wen Baijing went home to see his grandfather and stayed with him every step of the way. Fortunately, there was no danger. After the family doctor diagnosed and treated him, his blood pressure dropped. The doctor told me to pay attention to my diet and keep my mood stable.
After taking a breather, he remembered that he asked Ye Zhenzhen to wait for him in the afternoon. Then he thought that Lin Luoyu seemed to be very familiar with Ye Zhenzhen, and even Ye Mao knew him.
Lin Luoyu's involvement in her life was so profound that it was even worse than him.
It made him furious.
Originally, I wanted to leave Ye Zhenzhen alone for a few days, waiting for her to act coquettishly and ask for forgiveness. Thinking of her coquettish appearance and rare initiative, Wen Baijing's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
On second thought, I still have to ask him face to face what is going on.
The moment the call was connected, the deafening sound of club dance music came from the other end. He frowned and couldn't help but remove his ears.
Then a strange female voice asked him who he was.
Walking into the noisy bar, his eyes wandered around. When she arrived at the booth, Ye Zhenzhen lay limply on the sofa and fell asleep. He couldn't help but frown.
"Who are you?" He looked at Zhongli and asked.
"My name is Zhongli, and I am Ye Zhenzhen's friend. Who are you?" Zhongli sat on the sofa, looking up and down at the man in front of him.
Wen Baijing took out his ID card and handed it to Zhongli. After making sure she saw it clearly, he took it back and said, "Did you answer the call just now?"
No wait. Zhongli answered.
While speaking, he leaned down and put Ye Zhenzhen's arm on his shoulders, picking her up strongly.
He turned around and asked, "Do you need me to send you off?"
Seeing this, Zhongli felt relieved and waved his hand with a smile: "No, my boyfriend will be here soon. Take good care of her."
Zhongli stood up and handed him Ye Zhenzhen's coat and mobile phone.
Didn’t take two steps.
"Wait." Zhongli caught up with him and blocked his way.
Wen Baijing looked at her in confusion, a little confused.
A man came from a distance, smiled and waved to Zhongli. Zhong Li swayed and slurred, "She likes you, do you know?"
Wen Baijing was stunned for a few seconds. This question was obviously unexpected.
The man quickly came closer, put his arm around Zhongli and asked in a warm voice whether he had drunk too much or something. The two were chatting in a low voice, Zhongli leaning against the man's shoulder.
Seeing this, Wen Baijing hugged Ye Zhenzhen and walked out.
After taking a short nap, Ye Zhenzhen’s drunkenness faded away. It's just that my body can't use any strength, and my speech is slurred.
Smelling a familiar scent, she muttered something vaguely.
Get out of the wineWell, the cold wind blew, and Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously shrank into the man's arms.
The hot body suddenly cooled down, and the drunkenness woke up for a moment or two. She opened her eyes a thin slit, and there was a double image of the person in front of her.
Wen Baijing put her in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. He raised his hand and pinched her cheek, deliberately tightening his fingertips as if to vent his anger.
He is the one who should be angry and drunk. Ye Zhenzhen, who had no tolerance for alcohol, was so drunk that it made him feel suffocated.
At that time, I knew that Ye Zhenzhen didn’t know how to drink, so I was reluctant to let her drink more. I didn't expect that now she would deliberately seek to get drunk.
Wen Baijing couldn't help but sigh.
Driving in Yuncheng, which is connected in all directions, the light and dark of the street lights intersect on the handsome face, and the profile of his face is a bit cold.
When he got home, Ye Zhenzhen, who smelled of alcohol, was hanging on him and refused to let go.
She half-closed her eyes, looked at Wen Baijing in confusion, shook her head, and said inarticulately: "I miss you..."
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Then, he kissed him carelessly while drinking.
Wen Baijing's body stiffened for a moment. Without pushing her away, Wen Baijing let her kiss fall on his Adam's apple, which rolled up and down.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Ye Zhenzhen climbed on his shoulders and kissed his lips wantonly.
Wen Baijing frowned, took off her arm from around her neck, and prepared to stand up.
"Don't leave..." She tightly tugged on Wen Baijing's clothes, her drunken voice becoming a little dependent for no reason.
"I'll make you some hangover soup." Wen Baijing said softly, "Be obedient."
She let go of her hand and fell limply on the sofa. Her stomach began to churn again, she frowned, stood up unsteadily and staggered towards the bathroom.
The wine, along with stomach acid, rushed through the throat. There was a momentary spasm in the stomach and intestines, and a burning sensation in the throat.
My stomach is empty after vomiting. Her body shivered unconsciously and was a little cold.
When Ye Zhenzhen smelled the smell of alcohol all over her body, she couldn't help but want to vomit. He took off his clothes and staggered into the bathroom. The hot water is sprinkled on the body finely, making the body feel warm.
When she walked out of the bathroom, her body was limp, a little dizzy and unsteady.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously held on to the washstand to support her shaky body. It took no effort to walk out of the bathroom.
His eyelids were heavy and he fell down.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Ye Zhenzhen woke up with unbearable thirst. Opening his eyes, he realized that he was sleeping at Wen Baijing's house. He subconsciously turned his face to the side of the pillow and looked at it.
Empty.
I don’t know why, but my heart feels a little empty.
She rubbed her temples and sat up, using the night light on the bedside to look around.
The room was silent, she was the only one.
Ye Zhenzhen lifted the quilt and stood up to go to the kitchen to find some water. I put on my slippers and walked to the kitchen with ease.
The light is on in the kitchen. Wen Baijing was serving the brewed hangover tea, and his busy figure seemed to be illuminated by soft light, looking extremely warm.
Hearing the noise, he looked up at her and said in a gentle voice: "Ye Jiuxian is awake?"
He did not hear ridicule, but only smelled a bit of favor. She lowered her head and smiled shamelessly.
Her head felt a little heavy, so she sat at the table, holding her face with her hands and supporting her chin.
The man was wearing a white shirt, with three buttons on the collar unbuttoned and the cuffs rolled up twice. The black trousers hang smoothly and have no pleats.
She stared at Wen Baijing intently, in a daze.
When they first met, he was also wearing a white shirt, exuding a cold and distant temperament, and looked at her with cold eyes. But in just a few months, he was still cooking soup for her late at night, wearing a warm light.
She was extremely greedy for the warmth of this moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
While speaking, Wen Baijing handed the hangover soup to her. The steaming heat made the eyes wet.
"Nothing..." After regaining her consciousness, she was a little confused, "How did I get to you?"
Wen Baijing raised his eyebrows, "You are drunk. Knocking on my door, I don’t know how you got here.”
Hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen, who was drinking hangover soup, choked and couldn’t stop coughing.
The man came closer and stroked her back. Warm palms gently caressed his back.
"From now on," Wen Baijing's tone was calm and warning, "If you dare to drink like this again, I will not open the door for you."