Zhong Shen and his gang were still squatting at the door of 702, but they quickly hid when they heard the sound of the door of room 706 opening.
They saw their Holy Son coming out of the room with someone in his arms, and there was also a strong smell of alcohol.
Zhong Shen frowned, "How much wine did Song Yan drink?"
Shi Yan said: "Zhong Shen, tidy up my room."
The others immediately held their breath. They were all hiding so carefully that the Holy Son could still detect them.
Zhong Shen walked out resignedly and smiled apologetically, "Yes."
Shi Yan carried Song Jing into the elevator, held Song Jing's room card in his hand, and swiped the elevator on the 6th floor.
"Don't even think about watching. Let's clean it up together."
Zhong Shen has the highest status among this group of people. Everyone usually makes troubles, but no one dares to disobey him.
When everyone walked into the room, they were greeted by the smell of alcohol. Then when they saw the mess on the table, everyone was dumbfounded.
"Could it be that Song Yan drank all this alone?"
"A heroine in wine."
"Hurry up and clean up, stop talking nonsense, the Holy Son will be back soon." Zhong Shen waved his hand.
Everyone stepped forward to clean it up. Someone saw the box thrown in the trash can at a glance and picked it out with his fingers. The box was intact.
"Brother Zhong, the thoughtful gift you gave me is here. The box has not been opened."
"I never thought that Brother Zhong would lose money to us one day. Hahaha!"
Zhong Shen frowned and held his chin, "That doesn't make sense. The way the Holy Son looked at Song Yan was definitely not innocent. I could see it clearly. If Song Yan didn't mean that, he wouldn't come back to the hotel again, let alone mention it.
I knocked on the door of the Holy Son with the midnight snack I prepared alone."
"A man and a woman alone, with a strong fire, and at a young and vigorous age, the two of them stayed in the room for several hours without doing anything but just drinking?"
"Is it true that the Holy Son is not good enough?"
Shi Yan carried Song Jing into 608, and the first thing he saw were two chubby little white tigers. If he knew that Zhong Shen was doubting him at this time, he might blow Zhong Shen's head off.
When the two little white tigers discovered that it was not Song Jing who entered the door, but a strange human being, who was still holding Song Jing, they became vigilant for a moment.
Shi Yan ignored the two little white tigers, hugged Song Jing and put her on the bed, took off her shoes and covered her with a quilt.
The two little white tigers followed over cautiously, their ice-blue eyes staring closely at Shi Yan, all on guard.
"Are you the little ones she rescued here?" Shi Yan finally looked down at the two little guys, "Looking at such a cold and cold person, you are quite liked by the little animals."
The same goes for the little black cat at the beginning, who coaxed away half of the ham sausage. Then there was the little snow wolf who was sent to the house by his own father, and now there are two more little white tigers.
"She's drunk, don't make any noise and let her sleep well."
Song Jing was drunk, so Shi Yan was of course worried and couldn't just send him back to his room and leave.
He sat on the sofa beside the bed and watched over her. Song Jing lay on the bed and quietly opened her eyes. She found that he had no intention of leaving, but she wanted to go to the toilet and was in a hurry.
Song Jingting was lying on the bed, ready to endure it a little longer, maybe have a banquet once in a while and leave after seeing that she was fine.
Whether time passes quickly or slowly depends entirely on whether you are outside the toilet or in the toilet.
Song Jing had a deep understanding of this sentence at this time.
No matter what, she couldn't hold herself back to death.
Song Jing squinted his eyes and got up. When Shi Yan heard the noise, he put down his phone and turned around. He also got up, "What's the matter? Do you want to drink water?"
Song Jing said nothing, waved his hand, and quickly went to the bathroom.
Shi Yan: "..."
Shi Yan still found a cup, poured a glass of warm water and put it on the bedside cabinet.
"Song Yan, since you're fine, I'll leave first."
Song Jing didn't answer, and soon he heard the sound of the door closing.
After Song Jing went to the bathroom, he brushed his teeth before coming out. Sure enough, Shi Yan had left. The two little guys were squatting at the door of the bathroom, looking up at her with some worry.
"I'm fine, you go to bed." Song Jing rubbed the heads of the two little white tigers and went back to bed. After thinking about it, he got up again and drank half a cup of warm water on the bedside before lying down again.
Shi Yan's back is a bit insignificant, or both of them are indifferent.
When Song Jing was brushing her teeth just now, she discovered that her lips were scratched. The marks would only be more obvious tomorrow. She wanted to see what excuse Shi Yan would make up to fool him tomorrow.
You bastard, you were so ruthless and neat when you ran away, why didn't you hold back some strength when you kissed her? It even hurt her.
Song Jing snorted coldly, turned over and took the bag over, took out Shi Yan's T-shirt and stuffed it into his arms. The familiar cold fragrance of wood lingered in his nose, and then he closed his eyes and went to sleep.
The next day, Song Jing woke up, washed and changed clothes, and looked in the mirror while brushing his teeth. The split wound on his lip was indeed more obvious.
Shi Yan, let me see how you continue to edit this time.
Song Jing first called for several medium-rare steaks, fed the two little guys, and then put them in his bag, just when his cell phone rang.
It was called by Zhongshen.
Song Jing picked up, "Hello?"
"Song Yan, are you awake? We are already preparing to take the Fire Lion to Youjia Auction House." Zhong Shen said on the other end of the phone: "You were drunk last night. If you feel uncomfortable and can't get up, just stay in the hotel now.
Rest, there is no need to follow us to Youjia Auction House."
"I've packed it up. Where are you?" Song Jing went out while talking on the phone.
“In front of the hotel.”
"I'm coming down."
Song Jing hung up the phone and took the elevator down. As soon as he entered the hotel lobby, the receptionist whom he met yesterday ran over on high heels and said, "I've been waiting for you."
Song Jing stopped and asked, "Is something wrong?"
"Look at this." The receptionist worked the night shift and stayed here just to take this photo for Song Jing to see. He was very enthusiastic.
The receptionist took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo, "Look, I just took a secret photo. In case you think I took a random photo of a man's face to fool you, I also deliberately took a photo from the side, back and front. You
Look, he is indeed not your boyfriend."
"I told you before that I'm not the person you're looking for, but you still don't believe me and you still come to our hotel. What a waste of money."
Song Jing couldn't help but feel a little funny, "Thank you. But you really don't have to."
Zhong Shen stood at the door of the hotel and saw Song Jing. He waved to Song Jing, "Song Yan, hurry up. What are you waiting for?"
"Here we come." Song Jing responded.
The receptionist didn't react very well, "So... you guys know each other? The clown is actually me?"
"I know you. But thank you anyway." Song Jing thanked him sincerely, and then walked towards Zhong Shen.
Zhong Shen said: "Hurry up, the Holy Son is waiting for you in the car."
Knowing that the Holy Son was Shi Yan, Song Jing no longer objected to riding in a car with him, and naturally climbed into the back seat through the open door.
As the car set off, Shi Yan turned to look at Song Jing. There was no trace of discomfort after being drunk between his brows, indicating that the hangover medicine the front desk gave him last night was quite effective.
"You were drunk last night. Do you remember?" Shi Yan asked.
Song Jing hummed in his heart.
This was to test whether she had drunk some alcohol last night and whether she remembered what happened.
At this time, if she elaborated on when she couldn't remember, anyone who drinks would know that it would be a lie.
"How did I get back to the room?" Song Jing asked without answering.