Shen Tiao: "......"

  Why the hell did he call him for a drink?

  Confirming that it had completely hurt a man's heart, Bo Dongting felt that those fears had dissipated a little, snorted lightly in his heart, and immediately picked up the car keys on the table, and said coldly, "I still have a job, go back first, you can drink it yourself." ”

  Shen Ti snorted and said tepidly, "I don't know how Dai'er likes this ghost." ”

  "It's better than you borrowing wine to drown your sorrows." Bo Dongting's back was tall and straight, not salty or indifferent, and he didn't look back.

  There was a commotion all around him, and there was a slight silence around him, like an invisible barrier erecting not far away, blocking out the noise. And the man who borrows wine to drown his sorrows, the figure looks a little lonely and down, but it is more and more seductive, like a walking hormone, no matter what kind of place you are, you can release your charm.

  The women around looked at such a handsome man and wanted to move, but they still didn't dare to come forward because of the lazy and cold aura on his body.

  Some people, the more gentle and introverted they seem, the coldest they are.

  Shen Ti took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and pressed the screen on, but there was no new message prompt on the mobile phone bar.

  Sure enough, it's a heartless little woman.

  Even if he knew that this was the case, he still felt a little self-deprecating in his heart.

  His thin lips were faintly hooked, and he raised his hand to pour himself a drink.

  A bottle of red wine bottomed out, and only a drop of red wine fell from the transparent goblet. There was no more wine, Shen Ti raised his hand, beckoned the waiter to order another bottle, and his throat was thick and hoarse with alcohol.

  If you are not drunk, everyone is drunk, and Shen Ti remembered that there was a little woman at home, so she squinted her eyes and called Uncle Chen, asking Uncle Chen to come and pick him up and take him back to Xiwan Villa.

  The alcohol slowed his movements a little, but his mind was incomparably clear.

  has been immersed in the mall for a long time, and this little bit of alcohol can't get him drunk at all.

  Shen Ti sat in the back seat, his back against the soft seat, and his two long legs with nowhere to place were squeezed into the back compartment, his posture was lazy, as if he was about to slide off the seat in the next second.

  Uncle Chen has been a tired driver for so long, and it is rare to see him drunk, the whole carriage smells of alcohol, the man leans against the window, his fingers are pinching his eyebrows, and his handsome and deep face is tired.

  "Mr. Shen." Uncle Chen looked at him through the rearview mirror, couldn't help but be a little worried, and couldn't help but open his mouth and said, "There is a pharmacy nearby, do you want to buy you some sobering medicine?" ”

  Shen Ti closed his eyes, his eyes did not open, and his voice was faintly hoarse, "No, go back directly." ”

  "Okay." Uncle Chen looked at his uncomfortable appearance and slightly accelerated the throttle.

  There weren't that many cars on the road at night, and it took half the time to get to West Bay Villa than usual.

  After parking the car, Uncle Chen immediately came down and opened the door of the back seat, helped Shen Ti down, Shen Ti waved his hand, and hobbled through the hall and went upstairs.

  Even after the usual sleeping time, Huo Niansheng was not a little sleepy, and the feeling of the empty room made it difficult for her to toss and turn and fall asleep, and it was difficult to adapt to the discomfort all night.

  Shen Ti pushed open the door of the master bedroom and came in, Huo Niansheng heard the voice, immediately closed his eyes tightly, and pretended to be asleep.

  Shen Ti didn't turn on the light, but went straight to the single sofa and sat down, holding his forehead with one hand, his handsome face hidden in the dim light, and he couldn't see the look on his face clearly.

  For a long time, Huo Niansheng didn't hear any movement, and quietly opened his eyes, only to see the man on the sofa hanging his head, and his breathing fell on the bedroom where the needle could be heard, looking a little uneven.

  What happened to him?