Drowsily, he took a sip of water and felt itchy in his throat, and an uncontrollable heat surged up from my stomach. [26nbsp;] After a "Wow..." sound, he vomited He Wensong

One body.

"Smelly man, why are you drinking so much?" He Wensong took off his coat and helped him up. He was more than six feet tall and quite heavy. The smell of alcohol exhaled from his mouth hit her nose one after another.

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He looks pretty good when he's asleep, but unfortunately, when he's awake, he's always cold and unlikeable.

Cui Moyao reluctantly opened his eyes and saw a very beautiful woman. Her face was so pale that it was a bit scary. She moved closer to him, closer to him, and then...

While she was watching in rapt attention, he grabbed her and vomited all over her again.

If he hadn't been drunk, He Wensong would have thought he did it on purpose.

Is there any mistake? Did this man deliberately retaliate against her? Repay kindness with vengeance?

This is so disgusting, you stinky man!

He Wensong didn't want to talk to him at first, but she couldn't spend a wedding alone. People would laugh if word got around, so she started to help him take off his clothes. Even she herself didn't expect that she would serve a man so carefully in the middle of the night.

When he was half drunk and awake, Cui Moyao tried to push the woman away, but the power of alcohol finally gained the upper hand. He involuntarily lost his balance, fell to the bed and fell into a deep sleep, unconscious.

He slept comfortably. After He Wensong waited on him to sleep, he had to wash away the stinky body, and finally lay down next to him and fell asleep tiredly.

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When Fu Yaxuan woke up, it was already broad daylight. She touched her still aching head and found that Yun'er was frowning and guarding the bedside with a worried face. When she saw that she woke up, she immediately rushed over to her.

"Miss, you scared Yun'er to death. You were drunk last night, crying and making trouble, like crazy, and kept dragging the emperor to drink." Yun'er thought of the scene last night, and her heart still couldn't be at peace.

But the Emperor, how dare the young lady... Fortunately, the Emperor doesn't seem to mind.

Fu Yaxuan remembered that the emperor came last night and talked to her a lot, but she couldn't remember it clearly. Later, the two of them drank and kept drinking... and then she had no memory.

"Yun'er, did I lose my temper last night?"

Not only was she very rude, she was almost like a lunatic, but Yun'er didn't dare to say these words. She said nonchalantly: "No...no, it's okay!"

"What about the Emperor?"

"You were making trouble most of the night, and the emperor kept coaxing you. He didn't drive back to the palace until you fell asleep."

Fu Yaxuan breathed a sigh of relief. Yun'er gently combed the young lady's black hair and suddenly asked: "Miss, are you wearing that pink outfit today?"

"It's up to you." Fu Yaxuan responded lightly. Is color important to her? So what if she dresses like a fairy? Beauty will pass away, and even if you get your husband's favor for a while, you can't get a lifetime of sincerity.

At this time, someone suddenly knocked on the door: "Princess, are you there?"

Fu Yaxuan ordered Yun'er to open the door, and Han Gao walked in, holding a tray covered with a red handkerchief, so he couldn't see what was inside.

"Princess, this is the dress that the prince asked the villain to bring to the princess. The prince said that the princess must wear this dress today." Han Gao said respectfully.

"Put it down and you can go." Fu Yaxuan said lightly.
Chapter completed!