In the elevator, Qi Zimo, who had his hands in his pockets, watched the floor numbers jump with a calm face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

As soon as the "ding" sound sounded, Qi Zimo couldn't wait to walk out.

Qi Zimo drove the car and did not go home directly, but searched for a 24-hour convenience store on the way home, and finally found one at the fork in the road near the Han River Bridge. Within two minutes of parking and walking into the convenience store, Qi Zimo came out with a gloomy face. has no money to pay the bill, this is Qi Zimo's most humiliating thing so far.

Qi Zimo, who was cold and hungry and thought he had lost face, returned to the door with a depressed face, "Di Di Di" entered the password, and the door opened. Walk into the room and turn around and close the door. At the moment when the door closed, Qi Zimo retracted his gaze and inadvertently glanced at the door of the neighbor opposite, and found that there was a black vertical object leaning on the door. Qi Zimo opened the door again to confirm, and with the help of the staircase lamp, he found that it was a woman, a woman curled up in front of the door. A long head of blonde hair obscured the exposed skin.

Qi Zimo smelled a strong smell of alcohol on the way to the woman, it should have been too much wine and unconscious.

I came home late at night, full of alcohol. It is conceivable that Qi Zimo, who is more traditional-minded, has no good impression of this kind of woman.

Good upbringing still made Qi Zimo walk in front of the woman, squat down, and straighten the woman's body with his hands, and a beautiful and cold face appeared in front of Qi Zimo's eyes.

The straight and stylish nose with the charming cherry mouth is not as weird as imagined, but makes the flower-like melon seed face look a little lovely. Maybe the woman felt the movement of the outside world, and her closed eyes suddenly opened, startling Qi Zimo, who had a big heart. Qi Zimo, who was relieved, asked repeatedly: "Madam, do you live here, can you stand up and press the password?"

The lady with a pair of peach blossom eyes didn't answer his question, and after looking at him for a while, she closed her eyes again, and Qi Zimo tried to wake her up again but didn't respond.

What happened today, Qi Zimo had to think that he was unlucky in 2015, and he was embarrassed on the first day.

It is very misleading to take a strange young woman late at night, so I still put her here, maybe she will wake up after a while and open the door and go home. Qi Zimo walked back to his room, took out a blanket, draped it over the drunk woman, helped her tuck the corners, let her whole body be wrapped in the blanket, and finally helped her lean against the door and entered the house. After entering the house, Qi Zimo hurriedly took a hot shower, then changed into warm clothes and went into the kitchen to cook a bowl of noodles and eat, and he was so busy that he had time to sit on the sofa to rest.

Qi Zimo, who was drinking warm boiled water, did not focus on the TV playing the program. He was a little absent-minded, constantly wondering if the drunk woman outside the door had woken up, and finally couldn't help but go out to check the situation.

The drunken woman remained in that position, leaning against the door and sleeping soundly. However, his face began to be rosy, and I don't know if it was the sequelae of drunkenness or the symptoms of fever. Qi Zimo probed the woman's forehead with his hand, it was hot as a burn, and her lips showed signs of blue. Qi Zimo pushed the woman again, but there was still no response. He had no choice but to bend down and pick up the drunk woman back to his house.

After taking off the woman's shoes and socks, Qi Zimo put the woman's whole person into the quilt, including the pair of feet that were almost frozen into ice. Turning on the air conditioner, the room gradually warmed up.

Qi Zimo took some warm water from the basin in the bathroom, wiped the woman's hands and face, and finally put the towel that had cooled down on the woman's hot forehead. Then half-helped the woman up and let her lean on herself and fed her a glass of warm water, although the woman was in a daze, but out of physical instinct, she still knew how to drink water when she was thirsty, and drank a large cup one by one with a blinking mouth, Qi Zimo couldn't help her into the bed again.

When Qi Zimo, who had tidied up the bathroom and kitchen, came to the guest room again, the entire room was already warm as spring, but the woman's ruddy face and the temperature of her forehead did not improve as expected. As a last resort, Qi Zimo changed a cold towel for the woman, lowered the temperature of the air conditioner and went out with his shoes on.

As in China, there are no pharmacies in South Korea that are open 24 hours a day. Qi Zimo could only navigate to the nearest hospital, and with the help of a doctor in the emergency department, he was able to prescribe some fever-reducing medicine and glucose. When he got home, Qi Zimo took a look at the woman's condition in the guest room, and after there was no sign of deterioration, he began to feed her medicine and glucose, and Qi Zimo, who couldn't sleep for a while, went to the kitchen to boil some sobering soup. At around 4 o'clock in the morning, the temperature of the drunken woman's forehead finally dropped, and the color of her lips slowly became rosy. Qi Zimo, who breathed a sigh of relief, wrapped the quilt for the woman and then went back to the room to lie down and rest, what a tortuous day.

At 7 o'clock the next morning, after only sleeping for 3 hours, Qi Zimo got dressed and went out, and MBC still had a lot of things to familiarize him with. Before leaving, he checked the woman's condition, and left a note telling her to take medicine before leaving.

"Hmm, my head hurts~. The drunken woman on the soft bed in the guest room was tossing and turning on the bed, paused for a while, and then began to fumble with her hands under the pillow and the head of the bed.

"My phone?" The combination of three negative emotions, such as getting up angry, having a headache, and running around disobediently on the phone, made the woman angry, and she had to open her hazy eyes.

"Where is this?" The white room, with a large gray bed, is extremely simple and has a world of difference from his princess room. The woman patted her head to sober herself up a little.

"Man?" the woman suddenly recalled the last conscious moment of the night last night, when she saw a cold man's face, and her body judged itself to be safe before she lost consciousness in a daze.

"Ahh OK. The woman immediately got up and checked her whole body, there was no abnormality, no pain, no clothes, and the clothes were the same as yesterday's.

"Anyone?" the woman screamed as she walked out of the room, but no one answered for a long time. The woman began to search from room to room, but there was not a single living creature.

"This master is quite reassuring of me, huh?" the woman pursed her lips, closed the door of the study, walked back to the guest room, picked up her bag, and looked at a note in front of the bedside table.

"The medicine is in the living room, and the dosage and dosage are in the instructions. Warm water, hangover medicine in the kitchen, new toiletries in the bathroom, close the door before leaving. After reading the note, the woman's mouth pouted even more.

"The person who appears even if I close my eyes, the person who guards me in my dreams......" The cell phone rang suddenly in the silent room.

"Hello?"

"Xiuyan, where are you? You must arrive in Hong Kong before 5 o'clock today, we have made an appointment with the emperor's senior management for dinner, and we must not miss the appointment. A slightly hurried tenor voice came from the phone.

"Huh? I know, I'll be there on time. After saying that, he hurriedly hung up the phone and prepared to leave. But after taking two steps, he ran back, picked up the note and ran out of the study, picked up the only black gold pen on the desk and wrote awkwardly.

"Ah, who still writes with a fountain pen now? What kind of high-end, make my writing so ugly, hum!" The woman snorted angrily and put the pen down casually and wanted to leave, but she was afraid of the serious and solemn furnishings in the study, and returned two steps to set up the pen before hurriedly running out of the room.