Zhao Dong couldn't think of a countermeasure, so he could only accept it calmly, "Thank you today."
Meng Jiao said softly, "Isn't it easy to thank me? I have something to ask you for help."
After Zhao Dong heard this, he patted his chest and said, "Don't worry, I'm just the flower protector. When the time comes, call me and I'll accompany you there!"
After finishing the supper, it was almost one o'clock.
Zhao Dong sent Meng Jiao back and hurried back home.
As expected, Goddess Su was still hungover and kicked the quilt under the bed.
Zhao Dong carefully covered her up, not squinting during the process, for fear of seeing something he shouldn't have seen.
Before going out, he reached out and brushed her cheek gently. Only when she fell asleep would she be as docile as a kitten.
...
The next day, Sophie rubbed her eyes and felt that the sleep was extremely sweet.
I rubbed my head against the pillow, and the indescribable smell was not the perfume I was used to smelling, but it made me feel particularly at ease.
After lying on the bed for a while, her consciousness gradually recovered.
Suddenly, Sophie came back to her senses, her nose slowly wrinkled, and finally she could clearly distinguish the smell of nicotine, tobacco, and men's sweat!
She screamed and sat up, looking for a while, and finally remembered that this was Zhao Dong's room!
Sophie subconsciously opened the quilt, and there was no picture in her imagination, which made her feel a little more at ease.
I checked the clothes on my body again and saw that there were no signs of being loose, and then I let out a deep breath.
"Damn Zhao Dong, what the hell are you doing?"
Sophie was still angry and kicked open the door with her bare feet. She opened her mouth and shouted, "Zhao Dong, you bastard, get out of here!"
Zhao Dong was frying eggs in the kitchen when he heard howling like a pig being slaughtered, so he could only put down the spatula temporarily.
This was the first time he saw Goddess Su looking so unkempt, but he did not dare to laugh at her.
Sophie, with her hair in disarray, asked angrily, "What the hell are you doing? Why was I in your room last night?"
"Are you drunk?"
"You won't wake me up if you drink too much?"
"You sleep like a dead pig, how can I scream?"
Sophie rolled her eyes angrily, "You are the dead pig! Then why did you carry me into your room?"
Zhao Dong reminded her, "I would like to send you back to the bedroom, but haven't we made an agreement? I don't dare to go upstairs."
Sophie was so angry that she couldn't vent her anger, so she asked again: "Then... what about you, where are you sleeping?"
Zhao Dong didn't wait to open his mouth and ran away, "I'm sorry, I'm confused!"
"What's so confusing? Speak clearly!" Sophie took two steps after him and subconsciously looked at the sofa. The blankets and pillows hadn't been put away yet.
Her hanging heart finally dropped, and she felt a little unspeakably moved.
After washing, changing, and going downstairs again, Sophie looked radiant, but there was always some unexplainable emotion on her face.
Zhao Dong didn't dare to ask, and the breakfast ended in a strange atmosphere.
Sophie finished her meal in a hurry and asked before getting down from the table, "By the way, I was drunk yesterday and I forgot to ask you something. Do you still remember Mr. Ma?"
Zhao Dong was suddenly startled, his words were vague, and he was already thinking about countermeasures in his heart, "Which Mr. Ma?"
"That's Mr. Ma who sent me home that day and asked you to punch me!"
Zhao Dong pretended to be stupid, "Ah? Remember, what happened?"
Sophie stared into his eyes, "Did you... look for him later?"
"No, has he bullied you again?" Zhao Dong had a sophisticated expression, fearing that Sophie would see the flaw.
Meng Jiao was also present when Mr. Ma was being punished that day. Although he had a clear conscience, would Sophie believe it?