In his life, he had only done one wrong thing when he was drunk, and although it was later confirmed that that one had never happened, it has to be said that being drunk can really make people lose their brains and memory.
Later, when he drank, he would never let himself get so drunk. Last night was an exception because he was unprepared for everyone here.
He couldn't remember what it felt like to be a man and a woman, and he didn't know if anything happened last night.
"Father, foster father!" Hu Ming's voice came from outside the door.
He shouted, "Don't come in yet!"
He suddenly opened the quilt, retrieved his clothes from the ground, quickly put them on, rubbed his temples, and then opened the door.
Hu Ming stood outside and said, "You just got up? Are you still feeling uncomfortable?"
"It's okay, what's wrong?" Tang Yang asked casually as his mind was confused.
"I asked you to get up for dinner. Miss Seven has returned to Beijing. Did you know? I thought she was waiting for you to go back together, but she left first."
"She went back?" Tang Yang's heart sank.
"Yes," Hu Ming looked at his face and was startled, "Father, have you been slapped?"
Tang Yang subconsciously reached out and touched his face, only to feel some pain on his face. He hurriedly turned around to look for the bronze mirror and saw several finger marks on his left cheek, indicating that he had indeed been slapped.
In his vague memory, there was a woman who slapped him hard, scolded him while slapping him, and even shed tears.
There was a buzzing in his head and his face turned pale. Oh my god, was he drunk? No wonder she left.
Oh my God, my God, my God, this time, it's not an exaggeration for him to commit suicide.
"Prepare the horse, prepare the horse for me quickly!" Tang Yang was so anxious that his eyes were filled with fire, and he rushed out the door without even bothering to dress up.
Hu Ming had never seen him look so pale before, and he was so frightened that he hurriedly chased him out.
Seeing his adoptive father galloping on his horse, Hu Ming didn't know what was going on. He turned around and asked Miss Zhou, who was confused, "I drank too much last night. Did something happen after that?"
Miss Zhou rubbed her eyes and said, "Do you look at me like I know?"
Hu Ming shook his head, "It doesn't look like that."
Miss Zhou shrugged, "To be honest, your adoptive father is a bit..."
She didn't say any more, but tapped her temple with her finger.
Hu Ming argued: "How is that possible? Maybe something really happened."
"There is something wrong with his brain. Otherwise, why would he be alone for so long? He is now a popular person around the emperor, and the emperor relies on him very much. If he wants to get married, how many famous ladies are willing to marry him?"
"Some people just prefer not to get married."
"Those are people who don't have the conditions. Who doesn't want to get married if they have the conditions? Especially if you become a high official, having three wives and four concubines is not normal!"
Behind him, a calm voice came from behind, "Miss Zhou seems to like to deconstruct people's hearts."
The two of them turned around and saw Ling Yan standing behind him with his hands behind his back, a look of indifference on his face.
Miss Zhou's face stiffened, and she raised her hands, "I'm still busy, so excuse me!"
Hu Ming also wanted to escape, but was stopped by Ling Yan, "Your adoptive father slept with the seventh girl, didn't he?"
Hu Ming was shocked, "Isn't it possible? My adoptive father is not that kind of person!"
"I just asked Lianhua, Miss Seven didn't go back to sleep last night."
Lotus is the maid assigned to serve the Seven Girls.
Hu Ming's forehead was sweating. The adoptive father... the adoptive father really made a mistake?