On the sofa, Lu Zechen and Yu Tianyu were sleeping unsteadily, and Gong Shiheng was leaning on the side with his head hanging, still looking good.
Yan Han was sitting alone on the single sofa, leaning back with his eyes closed, but his body was still upright, with one hand on his side, and his momentum was still there.
Song Xiang and Wang Fuxue first helped Yu Tianyu and Lu Zechen go to the guest room, and then woke up the half-drunk Gong Shiheng.
Finally, when it came to Yan Han, both of them were a little hesitant.
Wang Fuxue whispered: "I don't know if he is asleep or not."
Song Xiang thought for a while, "Why don't we wait any longer."
She didn't believe that someone could sleep in this position all night.
Wang Fuxue shrugged, she didn't feel bad anyway.
She asked Song Xiang to stay by Yan Han's side while she went to the kitchen to make hangover soup.
Song Xiang sat down next to him and glanced at Yan Han from time to time.
This man is really powerful, he smells of alcohol, his eyes are flushed, and he can hold up a shelf and sleep unsteadily.
While she was peeking, Yan Han suddenly sat upright.
Quickly look away.
Beside him, the man straightened up, lowered his head, and rested his elbows on his knees.
Song Xiang stared ahead, feeling that he had always maintained this posture.
The next second, the man who was as steady as a mountain fell straight forward.
Song Xiang was shocked, his pupils dilated in fear, and he subconsciously turned around to hold his arm.
She sat next to her and slid down, just in time to squat in front of Yan Han, struggling to let him lean against her.
"Miss Wang!"
I wanted to call someone for help, but Wang Fuxue never responded.
Song Xiang raised his neck, feeling extremely tired.
I had no choice but to grit my teeth and kneel to push myself up.
After finally getting up, Yan Han felt like she had no bones, and most of her weight was on her body.
It’s really killing me! Why do you drink so much wine!
She had been following Yan Han for many years, and she could still tell if he was really drunk, and he wasn't just pretending.
I used all my strength to help the person up, and couldn't help but gasp for breath.
With difficulty, she walked to the kitchen door and looked inside. Wang Fuxue was actually wearing headphones and listening to music.
Song Xiang held on to Yan Han, so naturally he didn't want to walk a little further to call her, so he could only grit his teeth and walk towards the room.
Yan Han was a head and a half taller than her. Now he was hunched over, but his breath almost fell on the tip of her ear.
It's itchy and numb, but I can't avoid it.
I wanted to speed up the pace, but he was too heavy.
After enduring it all the way, I finally reached an empty room.
Song Xiang gritted his teeth and threw the person down.
She thought Yan Han was so drunk that he wouldn't wake up.
However, the next second, the drunk man suddenly opened his eyes.
Song Xiang felt a little guilty and quickly raised her hand, "That..."
"Oh!"
The person on the bed snorted heavily.
Song Xiang was shocked and thought he was really pretending to be drunk.
As a result, the next second, Yan Han closed his eyes again in a daze.
How could he leave as soon as he said he was coming back?
Song Xiang curled her lips and helped adjust the air conditioner, while also pulling down the quilt.
When I turned off the lights and went out, there was no response from the person on the bed.
Turning around, Wang Fuxue just came out of the kitchen.
"Where's Shun Han?"
Song Xiang shrugged, "I carried him in."
Wang Fuxue immediately remembered and slapped her forehead, "Sorry, sorry, I'm wearing headphones."
Song Xiang didn't take it seriously and was about to leave.
Wang Fuxue stopped her and went to the bedroom to get something, "This is for you."
"What's this?"
"The Red House is opening a branch. This is an invitation. You can bring your friends to show your face."