Tang Jingze's face became more and more gloomy and wild, and he didn't want to entangle with the drunken maniac in front of him, so he took advantage of the situation and walked into the gate of the villa with Song Nanqiao, who didn't have much strength.

Press the fingerprint, "bang" forcefully, and directly kick the door open.

threw Song Nanqiao on the sofa.

She was bounced up in pain, lying on her back on it, and was thrown into a lot of meat.

"Tang Jingze, you are sick, you treat other women like this, I don't understand, how can there be women following you?"

Ignoring Song Nanqiao's roar, Tang Jingze went upstairs without looking back.

In the empty living room, she was the only one left.

Sitting silently on the sofa with her legs in her hands, she began to be in a daze.

It wasn't long before tears flowed down her thin chin.

in the bedroom.

Tang Jingze walked into the bathroom, turned the water temperature to the lowest, and poured the water on his face through the shower, the cold touch made him sober up.

He looked up at himself in the mirror.

Water droplets dripped down his handsome face.

In the mirror, his eyes were covered with red blood, and his gloomy face looked a little hideous.

Song Nanqiao's words echoed in his mind for a long time.

He hates, he resents, isn't all this now thanks to Song Nanqiao?

Thinking of the dead Ji Mengya, Tang Jingze approached his eyes, and seemed to see the figure of the woman he loved deeply beckoning to her, and his every smile and every move he once made could not be erased in his heart.

Song Nanqiao wiped away the tears that fell from the corners of his eyes, and his blurry eyes shook over the glass cup on the coffee table, and Tang Jingze's face was projected from the cup.

She leaned over and picked up the cup, shook her hand and fell to the ground, and in the fragments of the glass, the perfect face was shattered into pieces, and it was difficult to put together.

With a pillow in his arms, he fell on the sofa with his head down.

Her body was curled up in a ball, her slender eyelashes trembling slightly, and she was not sleeping peacefully.

Nothing happened overnight.

Early in the morning, Song Nanqiao woke up with a chill.

The splitting headache made her frown.

Just as she was about to sit up, the dizziness caused her to fall into the couch again.

Shivering with coldness, he glanced around and realized that he was sleeping on the couch.

How did you get back yesterday?

It's completely broken, and in her memory, she can recall that she and Zuo Lin were drunk at a bar, and it seems that she almost had a fight with someone, and then she seems to have gone to the teacher's house.......

What was said?

Why can't she remember?

But I cried, I cried very sadly.......

Pressing her temples tightly, the headache after a hangover made her uneasy.

There was no sound in the empty living room.

I think Tang Jingze may not have come back.

She tried to get up, but stumbled down on the couch again.

I shook my head vigorously, so dizzy.......

It was very cold, very cold, as if I had a high fever.

Song Nanqiao smiled bitterly.

When did this physique get so bad!

Laboriously took out his mobile phone and dialed Zuo Lin's number.

It was quickly picked up over there.

"Linlin......" she stretched her voice, and before she could finish speaking, she was robbed by the other party.

"Miss Song, do you treat me as your personal assistant?"

I was tossed all night last night, and this early morning was such an ancestor.

Zuo Lin even regretted why she knew Song Nanqiao, a rival, and sparred until her muscles ached, and now she was still lying in bed and didn't want to get up at all, so she directly refused the morning shift.

"....... last night?" she hesitated, and she was embarrassed to ask for a long time.

"Last night, my God, you're almost so handsome that you're flying!"

As soon as she heard this, Zuo Lin couldn't help but complain.

This cold lady on weekdays, when she drinks too much, she is a Sailor Moon who saves the world, if she talks about this, it is estimated that all the reporters will flock to interview one by one.

"Not really......"

Hearing her tone, Song Nanqiao seemed to have thought of her own appearance, and the composition in her mind made her immediately shudder.

"Stop, stop, you'd better make me forget last night's nightmare, as long as you're alive and well. ”

Song Nanqiao couldn't help pursing her red lips, and half a sentence was not easy to say.

"You are not allowed to drink anymore in the future, and even if you want to drink, don't call me, and a few more times my life will be folded in your hands sooner or later. ”

“......”

Song Nanqiao was rarely obedient and kept silent, allowing Zuo Lin to vent his complaints.

After a while, Zuo Lin finally stopped complaining.

"By the way, what are you calling?"

Song Nanqiao reluctantly spoke, "I seem to have a fever." ”

"Hah, fever, again, what's your condition?" in Teacher Luo Ying's, how could she have a fever?

Zuo Lin was skeptical.

"I got up in the morning and lay on the sofa in the villa, probably because the door was open, and the wind blew to get a fever. ”

She tried to simplify the words as much as she could, saying that she was really sick.

Zuo Lin seemed to think of something, and exploded in an instant.

"It can't be Tang Jingze who took you home and threw you on the sofa, right?"

Yesterday, I was forced to tell him Song Nanqiao's address.

I guess I'm going to look for her.

"What do you mean, he looked for me yesterday?"

"Well, maybe I went to your teacher's house!"

Zuo Lin is not afraid of big things, and the explanation is very clear.

Song Nanqiao's soul was violently stirred.

I just felt a little colder.

"Come pick me up and give me a stitch by the way. ”

Seeing the smashed glass cup on the ground was like a nightmare, and she seemed to be vaguely able to recall some vague fragments.

"Okay, take care of your old man, and the little one will come to you. Give you a stitch. ”

………

Zuo Lin moved quickly, and after a while, she dragged her body and wandered in.

Song Nanqiao was not feeling well, except for cleaning up the ground and boiling some water for himself, he kept sitting on the sofa and waiting.

"How's that?

As soon as he came in, Zuo Lin opened his medicine box very professionally, and began to prepare antipyretic medicines for injections, potions, and powders.

"I don't know. ”

Zuo Lin looked at her helplessly.

"Eldest sister, you don't know how many degrees of your own body, so you have a fever?"

Helplessly, he stopped the movements in his hand and took out the temperature gun directly.

"Ding—"

"Thirty-eight degrees nine. ”

She looked at the values on it, and her heart softened slightly.

"It's okay, it's not as serious as last time, let's take some of this medicine first. ”

As he spoke, he took out a few packets of medicine and came out one by one.

It's not going to be a handful.

"So many?" Song Nanqiao frowned.

Zuo Lin glanced at him, "If you dislike it a lot, you will burn it, anyway, your company still has something to do, and the person who is busy is not me." ”

Passing the water, she took it speechlessly, and drank the boiled water that had been poured earlier.

"It's a stitch, it's fast. ”

couldn't help but say, Zuo Lin directly rolled up her sleeves and tied a tourniquet.

"Don't move. ”

Alcohol sterilization, the adjusted agent is drawn into the syringe and injected directly.

Compared with injections and medicines, Song Nanqiao is worry-free.

After tidying up her clothes, she looked at Zuo Lin with a look of hatred that iron could not become steel.

"Yesterday, I'm sorry. ”

Drinking will definitely cause trouble, but Zuo Lin is really a little stressed.

"I'm not angry that you drink and make trouble, I hate you, I think you have lost yourself as a man, I've never seen you like this. ”

"It's not Tang Jingze. Lowering his eyes, Song Nanqiao explained.

Zuo Lin shook his head in disbelief and muttered, "Who else can there be besides him?"

"It doesn't have much to do with him this time, so don't ask, Miss, go to work. ”

When you run out of people, you push it away.

"Hey, you're a little human! I'm going to have breakfast!"

Song Nanqiao smiled bitterly, "Madoka is not here, you can find a place to eat by yourself." ”

Isn't that what a good friend is, the kind that doesn't get angry when you think about it!