When she sang that song, it was so beautiful and bewitching.

He doesn't like others to see her like that, and he doesn't like her singing such ambiguous lyrics to others.

"Vinegar jar!" Jun chuckled and leaned on his shoulder and yawned, "So sleepy! ”

Wake up early to prepare, rehearse in the afternoon, and perform with all your might in the evening......

Only now, she can finally breathe a sigh of relief, and the tiredness and alcohol will naturally rise.

Bending over and picking up the girl horizontally, Emperor Lin stepped forward.

"Sleep!"

Jun Qing was not polite, leaning on his chest and his eyes drooping.

Emperor Lin carried her out of the passage of the bathroom, and Zhao Yiyi on the dance floor just turned her face in this direction.

Seeing Jun Qing who was held in the arms of Emperor Lin, she stopped and wanted to come over to ask, but suddenly stopped her steps.

Seeing that she suddenly stopped and didn't jump, everyone in the studio turned their faces to her gaze in confusion.

When the bartender at the bar saw this scene, he also stopped mixing in surprise in his hand.

Feeling his strangeness, Leng Mo, Lan Zhou, Lin Fengwan and others, who were chatting, turned their faces one after another.

……

Everyone's eyes fell on the man and woman, and everyone was more or less stunned.

I have seen Jun Qing's brilliance on the stage, I have seen her calm in the face of major events, and I have seen her guidance when the company is in a meeting......

It was the first time they had seen her curled up in a man's arms like this, as well-behaved as a little girl.

The two parties who were onlookers were unfazed.

Jun shrunk slightly, half-squinted his eyes, and yawned lazily with his small mouth open.

Emperor Lin strutted with his head held high, his face calm, as if he had entered a no-man's land.

When Mu Yichen got up from the sofa, Lu Wenqing had already trotted over and carefully covered Jun Qing's coat with the coat on his arm.

It was the first time for everyone to see this situation, but Lu Wenqing had already seen it.

Nodding to the crowd who were paying attention to the two of them, the emperor walked out of the bar as if no one was around.

Lu Wenqing had already run over first and helped press the elevator.

Mu Yichen smiled and sat back on the sofa.

Zhao Yiyi thought about it, but she still didn't dare to follow.

Everyone at the bar chuckled, turned their faces, and continued to drink and chat.

Holding Jun Qing into the elevator, Emperor Lin turned slightly sideways and stood in the corner of the elevator to help her block the dazzling lights.

Looking down, Jun Qing, who was leaning on his chest, had closed his eyes, and his long eyelashes were hanging low like closed butterfly wings.

He pursed his lips slightly, and raised the arms holding her up slightly.

From childhood to adulthood, Emperor Lin has long been accustomed to her weight, and knows how to make her sleep more comfortable.

By the time the two of them sat in the back seat of the car, Jun Qing was already asleep.

The car drove into the mansion, and Emperor Lin carried her upstairs and put her lightly on the pillow.

Help her untie her shoelaces and take off her shoes and socks, go to the bathroom and wring a hot towel out, help her wipe her hands and feet, and catch one of her little feet.

After just two wipes, she was already chuckling and retracting her feet.

Emperor Lin stood up with a towel, only to see the little girl on the pillow looking at him with half-squinted eyes, her cheeks still painted with wine, and her expression was delicate and moving.

Sitting down beside her, he reached for his palm, his fingertips gently brushing her cheeks.

"Thirsty or not?"

She nodded.

Taking a glass of water, Emperor Lin carefully lifted her up and brought the cup to her lips.

Jun took a few sips in a daze, and rested his head on his shoulder.

He turned to put the cup down, and she tightened her arms.

"Don't go!"