Meng Meili looked at Song Qingyin like this, and it was not good to let her go home alone.

"Where is your home? I'll send you back. Meng Meili is still grateful to this person who saved her life. It's just that she doesn't know where to send Song Qingyin yet.

"No, I can do it myself." originally thought that she was sorry for Shao Tingxun, but now she suddenly realized that she was the fool.

Song Qingyin pushed away Meng Meili's outstretched hand and limped forward, this embarrassed appearance ushered in the frequent turn of passers-by around her.

But no one came forward to ask.

Meng Meili could see that Song Qingyin looked very gentle, but in fact, she was very stubborn in her bones, if she was really unwilling to accept her help, she would not pay attention to her kindness no matter what.

So she had no choice but to silently follow behind Song Qingyin, Song Qingyin's pace was very slow, but very firm.

There is a bar in front of it, and it is daytime, and it is very deserted, and there are almost no people in sight, but that does not mean that it is not open now.

Song Qingyin stood at the door of a bar called Gimmicky, and she stood for a while before she walked in firmly.

After drinking it once, forget it completely, anyway, I am redundant, Song Qingyin thought.

Meng Meili watched Song Qingyin's back disappear at the door of the bar, and her heart was broken, it was easier to get drunk when she was in a bad mood, Song Qingyin was so good-looking, it would be bad if something went wrong.

So she followed Song Qingyin in, it was very dark inside, and if it weren't for the fact that she followed Song Qingyin in, she wouldn't have been able to keep up with Song Qingyin's pace.

"Boss, have the strongest drink you've ever had." This is the first time Song Qingyin has come to this kind of place, she stood at the door for a long time just now, just because she was afraid, but in the end, the desire to be free overcame her heart.

"I'm not the boss." The bartender mixed a glass of wine for Song Qingyin.

"Oh." Song Qingyin didn't even feel embarrassed, she answered in a low voice, lowered her head but couldn't help but think of Shao Tingxun's bastard.

"Miss, your wine." Most of the guests who come here during the day do not come to relax and fatigue, but more to vent their pain.

"Thank you." Song Qingyin took the wine and poured it into his stomach like drinking water, which made the bartenders who were standing on the side watching a little dumbfounded.

"Miss, it's not okay to drink like this."

"Why not?" Song Qingyin's alcohol consumption was not good, but now that a glass of strong wine is in his stomach, his whole stomach seems to be burned by fire, hot and hot, and his head is dizzy.

"Miss, you're drunk." As soon as the bartender saw this ethereal and beautiful girl, he knew that she was a person who didn't come to the bar often, at least her temperament didn't match the decadence of the place at all.

"No, another drink."

"You're really drunk."

"You're a liar, you're drunk...... Drunk, why do I remember Shao Tingxun's bastard. ”

"Miss, you really can't drink anymore." The bartender also noticed the three words in Song Qingyin's mouth, glanced at Song Qingyin, shook his head and went to the back to make a call.

Meng Meili saw that Song Qingyin was really starting to lose consciousness, at least Song Qingyin, who was sober, would not sit in front of strangers and express her inner feelings like now.

"Let's go back, ah."

"Who are you?" Song Qingyin pushed away Meng Meili's hand that was holding her arm, her eyes were misty, and her cheeks were red.

Meng Meili felt that her temper was really good, she didn't have any friends, but when she met Song Qingyin, she felt that this person had a very good appetite for herself, but Song Qingyin seemed to be simple but was actually very defensive.

For example, now.

"I'm your good friend."

"You're lying, I don't have good friends, no, I don't have friends."

"Okay, I'm really your good friend, you don't remember, it was you who saved me that day." Meng Meili coaxed Song Qingyin like a child.

Song Qingyin didn't know if she had made enough trouble, her neck drooped slightly, and she looked very sleepy.

So Meng Meili took Song Qingyin back to her home in this way.

She is a lawyer and has a good reputation in the industry, but because of the last time she hit a client, she has become almost unworked.

Meng Meili helped Song Qingyin and threw her on her bed, her home is not very big, about ninety square meters, but she is very satisfied with the decoration.

"Shao Tingxun, you liar." Song Qingyin didn't know if she was asleep, she kept scolding in her mouth, although Meng Meili couldn't hear what she was talking about, she probably heard that she was scolding.

She took off her high heels relentlessly, went to make sobering soup for Song Qingyin, and wet the towel to wipe Song Qingyin's face, she never thought that she would take such care of a person one day.

"Song Qingyin, if you wake up and don't tell me who my true son is, I will bite you to death."

But it is impossible for someone who is already drunk with alcohol to answer her.

Song Qingyin slept until the afternoon, and then woke up faintly, she opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar decorations around her, remembering every experience she had drunk before, she couldn't help but tremble, and looked down at the proper clothes she was wearing before she breathed a sigh of relief.

But even at this time, she actually had a trace of anticipation just now, and she couldn't help but show a wry smile on the corner of her mouth.

"Are you awake?" Meng Meili heard the movement of the bedroom and pushed the door in, and looked at Song Qingyin sitting on the bed with a distracted expression.

"Thank you for taking me back to your house." Seeing Meng Meili, the expression on Song Qingyin's face was blank for a moment, but soon she remembered the woman she had saved before, and the red dress like a red rose made Song Qingyin quickly associate her with that woman.

"It's okay, it's all supposed to be done." Whether it was because she wanted to make friends with Song Qingyin, or because Song Qingyin saved her once, she couldn't just throw Song Qingyin in that kind of place.

"Alright, let's drink the decanting soup."

"Thank you." Song Qingyin took the bowl of black sobering soup handed over by Meng Meili, I don't know where Meng Meili found the Chinese herbal medicine, it looks ugly and black, and it smells stinky.

Song Qingyin couldn't help but feel nauseous from his stomach.

"What's wrong with you, this decanting soup won't work if it's cold."

"Oh." Seeing Meng Meili's expectant look, Song Qingyin couldn't refuse, she pinched her nose and poured down the bowl of sobering soup that Meng Meili had boiled.

But after only half a bowl of drinking, the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach couldn't be suppressed at all.

She put down the bowl and looked ugly: "Bathroom."

"That." Meng Meili only made one movement, and Song Qingyin was already rushing out like an arrow from the string, vomiting in the toilet.

"Are you alright?" Meng Meili saw that Song Qingyin vomited very uncomfortable, as if she was about to vomit out all the bile.

Song Qingyin waved her hand at Meng Meili, indicating that she was fine, but in fact, she felt like she was going to vomit her stomach.

It's already dusk outside, and it's not early.

Song Qingyin rinsed his mouth after spitting, still feeling strange in his stomach.

"Don't leave yet, I'll boil a little preserved egg and lean porridge, and you can go back after drinking."

"No need, I still have someone waiting for me at home." If the old god can't wait for him, what will he eat?

"That's right. Then you can take some back, it just so happens that I live more. ”

"It's not good." Someone else has been taking care of themselves for an afternoon, and now it seems a little bad to continue to rub other people's food.

"It's okay, I thought you'd stay."

There was a faint disappointment in Meng Meili's eyes, she seemed to be used to being alone, forgetting that she didn't have parents but others did.

"That'...... All right. Meng Meili is good to herself, Song Qingyin sees it, she is a little too serious, Meng Meili is a good person.

"Really?" Meng Meili saw that Song Qingyin was no longer alienated from herself, and a trace of obvious surprise flashed in Meng Meili's eyes.

"Of course, you...... Didn't you say we were friends? ”

"We're friends?"

"You...... Didn't you say that? "Before, because he was in a bad mood, his attitude towards Meng Meili was a bit bad, but now that Song Qingyin thinks about it, he feels that he has really done too much.

"Yes, yes, that's what I said."

"Then I'll go home first." Song Qingyin was sent home by Meng Mei leaving the car, waving goodbye to Meng Meili, and then slowly went upstairs.

Because of meeting Meng Meili such a good person, Song Qingyin's aggrieved mood became much better.

"You've been very busy lately, and you can't see anyone during the school holidays." As soon as he got home, the old god sat in front of the TV and chattered.

"I've just recently had a business." Song Qingyin directly ignored Shao Tingxun's paragraph and jumped to the few orders he had received recently.

"You picked it up yourself?"

"Professor Gu of our college helped me find it."

"I knew it." The old god snorted coldly and continued to look back at the TV program in front of him, but he didn't ask himself why he always went out.

"It's time to eat."

"Oh."

"Where did you buy this porridge with preserved eggs and lean pork, it's delicious."

"A friend sent it."

"What kind of eyes do you have, is it a girlfriend?"

"I didn't say anything, what are you excited about." The old god stick continued to lower his head and eat his porridge.

"Who's excited." Song Qingyin muttered, glanced at the porridge in the bowl, it looked very good, I don't know if it was the reason why Song Qingyin drank wine, he felt that he couldn't eat at all, and even felt a little disgusting.

"Why don't you eat it?"

"I don't have an appetite, you can eat, vomit ......" Song Qingyin covered his mouth and ran into the toilet halfway through the video.

"What's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, it's just that my stomach is not upset." Song Qingyin only felt that it was because he hurt his stomach by drinking wine today, and he didn't pay much attention to it

"Whether you want to go to the hospital or not, it's a little problem."

"Are you really okay?"

"It's fine." Song Qingyin didn't dare to tell the old god stick that he was going out to drink.