Both of them were filled with excessive alcohol in their brains, and the so-called brain reason and judgment were all shattered by alcohol molecules, so everything that happened next was out of the control of Zhao Qingwu and He Yurou.

The first rays of sunlight in the morning penetrated through the cracks in the windows and shone on the floor of the room, and the curtains that shook with the morning breeze flickered and flickered, like lively elves, which was extremely lovely.

He Zheyu was the first to wake up, and the tenderness in his eyes was given to the woman who was sleeping in his arms.

Mo Qinghan leaned sideways, pillowed on He Zheyu's arm, and a few strands of long black hair scattered irregularly on her fair face with 2-3 finger prints. The corners of his mouth hooked up a sweet smile, and from time to time he was still rubbing in He Zheyu's arms like a lazy kitten, if it wasn't for Mo Qinghan closing his glasses, He Zheyu must have thought that Mo Qinghan did it on purpose.

Maybe it was because he had been stared at by others for a long time, and his brain would turn on the prevention mode, so he switched the sleep mode to the wake mode, Mo Qinghan slowly lifted his somewhat heavy eyes, glanced at He Zheyu, who was looking at him, and after slowly exhaling, he drilled into He Zheyu's arms, closed his glasses, and said in a thin voice from between his lips and teeth: "Aren't you going to the company today?" ”

The man's unique gentle tone said solemnly: "Beauty is in the arms, how can you have any thoughts....."

Before he finished speaking, Mo Qinghan's low laughter came from He Zheyu's arms, and He Zheyu looked at Mo Qinghan who was smirking in his arms for some reason and asked, "What are you laughing at?" ”

Mo Qinghan laughed for a while before saying: "You are too funny, aren't you afraid that your partner will see your scarred face, if people ask how you got this face, you can't tell people that you were beaten by your rival, if you don't ask you, it seems that you don't respect you enough." I have to find a high-sounding reason for myself, like a child. ”

He Zheyu raised his thick eyebrows, and said in a playful tone: "I didn't expect my girl to be able to read minds?" ”

Mo Qinghan looked at He Zheyu, who was close at hand, and said, "I can't read through other people's minds, and I don't want to guess, I'm only interested in seeing through you." ”

"You're so attentive to me, shouldn't I give you a little reward?" After saying that, he deceived himself and went down.

And the picture of the two people on the other bed is not as harmonious as Zheyu and Mo Qinghan.

Zhao Qingwu lifted the quilt and saw that he was naked, and then looked at He Yurou, who was pulling the quilt to protect his chest, and looked at himself with rain, and then recalled the fragment of last night's incident, no matter how he pieced it together, he couldn't restore it, and his mind was suddenly in chaos.

A little deep voice asked, "Last night.... We really did. ”

He Yurou wiped the tears on her face and said, "Don't you feel it if you do it or not?" ”

Zhao Qingwu used his hand to consume his hair irritably and said, "Didn't I get drunk last night?" If I have a memory, why do I ask you? ”

He Yurou moved her body, still covering her body with the quilt, pointed to the dazzling blood stains on the white sheets and said, "It can prove whether we did it last night or not." ”

Zhao Qingwu stared at the bloodstain, was silent for a while, didn't say anything, took a pair of pants and put them on, got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom without looking back.

At this time, He Yurou silently looked at the finger that was cut by herself, her face was full of indifference, and she said to herself: "I'm afraid that you will hate me in the future, but this is the only way I can keep you." ”