"Why are you here again?" When he saw Si Lian, a hint of joy flashed in his eyes, but this hint of joy was extinguished by Si Lian's words "Where is the responsibility".

He sneered, "Go back and let the driver pick me up."

If it were the past, Si Lian would have been obedient. In her opinion, Zhan Nanye today is no longer the superior president of the Zhan Group, but just an ordinary person who was hurt for love. She couldn't bear to leave him alone.

In addition, Qi Mengli also said next to him, "Aye, if you are drunk, just say less and let Miss Si take you back."

Si Lian took the initiative to pick up the car keys, "Mr. Zhan, let's go."

Si Lian drove, Zhan Nanye, who was sitting in the back row, narrowed his eyes and looked at her side face. She drove very seriously and didn't say a word to him.

"Ha" he sneered.

What a slight idea!

What a responsibility!

In more than half an hour, the car arrived at Tingfeng Mengyu Villa.

Si Lian has been here twice before, and she is quite familiar with her.

Zhan Nanye sat in the car without moving, his slender fingers pressing against his forehead, as if he felt uncomfortable.

Si Lian was a little worried, "Mr. Zhan, are you allergic to alcohol again?"

Zhan Nanye closed his eyes and did not respond to her.

Si Lian turned on the headlights in the back seat and the light hit his face. His skin was a little red, but it was not an allergic symptom.

She reminded again, "Mr. Zhan, you're home."

Zhan Nanye opened his eyes, and his deep and complicated eyes fell on her face, "Please go and cook a bowl of sobering soup for me again."

Zhan Nanye doesn't like his own space to live in others, so Aunt Chen doesn't live in the villa where he lives at night, and Si Lian also knows this.

This time, without Zhan Nanye's explanation, Si Lian made the sober soup based on the prescription in his memory. He thought Zhan Nanye had gone upstairs to take a shower, and then he would leave first after he finished the sober soup.

Who knew that he had been sitting quietly on the sofa in the living room, pinching a cigarette in his hand without smoking, and looking out the window, inexplicably feeling distressed.

Si Lian once deeply understood the feeling of being betrayed by someone. It was like someone digging a hole in her heart with a knife. It was not an exaggeration to describe it as heartbreaking.

This is what she felt when she wanted to fight Nanye.

Si Lian brought the sober soup to him and said softly, "Mr. Zhan, please drink the sober soup first, and have a breakfast rest."

Zhan Nanye withdrew his gaze and looked at her, seeing the scratch on his elbow, "Is your elbow injured?"

Si Lian wore a long-sleeved white shirt. She tied up her sleeves when she was sobering up the soup. Zhan Nanye only saw the wound on her elbow.

"It's just a little scratch." Si Lian quickly put down her sleeve, not wanting to talk about the car accident.

Without saying that, Zhan Nanye pretended not to know and took the sobering soup and drank it.

He often socializes and cannot avoid drinking alcohol. He did not have the habit of sobering up soup before. The only two times he made it for Si Lian. It was sour and sweet, and the taste was pretty good.

Seeing that he finished drinking, Si Lian felt relieved, "Mr. Zhan, then you go and rest quickly, I'll leave first."
Chapter completed!