The drunk Song Xiang was both obedient and difficult to deal with. She obediently said nothing, but stubbornly remembered certain things. She stayed awake even after falling down, reminding Yan Han to buy something.
Yan Han felt uncomfortable all over because of her. He couldn't leave her alone, and he couldn't touch her directly. He could only suppress the fire and wait for her to fall asleep.
After twelve o'clock, her eyelids finally drooped and her breathing began to become even.
The man held her with one arm and saw her nestling in his arms, gradually falling asleep.
He sighed, leaned over, and kissed her forehead lovingly.
Little fox, you are not kind even if you drink too much.
The tossing made him uncomfortable, so she closed her eyes and fell asleep without any pressure.
Fortunately, they took a bath before they came out, so there was no need to give her a bath, otherwise it would really drive him crazy.
He raised his body, turned off the light, and fell asleep with her in his arms.
…
Song Xiang was hungover. When he woke up, his feet felt like cotton.
Sitting on the bed in a daze, it took me a long time to remember that I wanted to find Yan Han.
When I went out to look, there was no one in the house.
She pushed open the door and as soon as she poked her head in, she saw a head, which frightened her half to death.
Yan Song turned around and bowed to her, "Good morning."
Song Xiang patted her chest and said, "Good morning, what about...Shen Han?"
"There is something going on at the hospital. The young master went there early and told me to wait for you here."
Song Xiang nodded, "Oh..."
"Ms. Wang is here and asked you to go to her place for breakfast."
Song Xiang stretched out, responded, scratched his hair in confusion, and went back to clean up while thinking about what happened last night.
I actually drank it to pieces.
After lazily cleaning up, I took the elevator to find Wang Fuxue.
After knocking on the door, Wang Fuxue was alone inside.
As soon as she saw her, Wang Fuxue clicked her tongue twice. Seeing her expression, Song Xiang felt a little unnatural.
As soon as she sat down at the dining table, took the milk and took a sip, Wang Fuxue said: "Did Yanhan go buy a cigarette later?"
puff--
Song Xiang squirted out a mouthful of milk and stared at Wang Fuxue with wide eyes.
Wang Fuxue blinked at her.
Song Xiang slowed down for a moment, and a picture flashed through his mind. He raised his hand and patted his forehead hard.
"Axue."
"Um?"
"I will never drink your wine again."
Wang Fuxue laughed and began to describe the scene to her vividly.
Song Xiang covered his face.
The most tragic thing is not losing your temper after drinking, but having someone help you remember it.
She ate her breakfast with difficulty, stuffed the last bite, and hurriedly ran out of the door.
As soon as I went out, I bumped into Yu Tianyu who had gotten up early.
"Good morning, sister-in-law." Yu Tianyu also said jokingly.
Song Xiang's mouth twitched wildly, he replied "Good morning" and ran away immediately.
Yan Song was waiting for her downstairs and asked her where she was going.
Song Xiang calmed down and decided to go to Yue Ji. On the one hand, he had a look at the situation, and on the other hand, he still had something to do.
Ding Fan knew that she would be back today and prepared a morning meeting.
As soon as he arrived at the company, Song Xiang held a meeting and asked about the situation as usual. After confirming that there were no problems, he breathed a sigh of relief and rewarded the members who performed well.
At nine o'clock in the morning, the meeting ended.
She returned to the office, called Ding Fan in, and told her what she wanted to do.
"You want to design a car?"
Song Xiang nodded and expressed accurately, "It's a gift, unique and special."
Ding Fan understood and smiled, "Do you have a design drawing?"
Song Xiang took out a piece of paper from his bag and said a little embarrassedly, "I drew it roughly and still need to process it."
Ding Fan took it and took a look, "Do you need to find a professional designer?"