Seeing that he couldn't stand on his feet, he could only go over and help him.

The soft body leaned up, and He Yan's heart rippled.

His head rested on her shoulder, the smell of wine spraying in her ears.

"Sleep...... I miss you so much......"

Xia Mian's ears were red from his affectionate tone, and he carried half of his body and dragged him upstairs.

It wasn't until she threw him on the bed that she breathed a sigh of relief and almost exhausted her to death, this dead man, who brought her here from home, just to watch him drink?

A pair of dark and bottomless eyes stared at her like a cold pool, and she was uncomfortable.

And he drank cup after cup, he persuaded it, he said that he only listened to his wife.

Xia Mian doesn't want to be his wife, so it's hard to persuade him!

And then a certain guy looked like this, and when he just went up the stairs, he didn't forget to eat her tofu and kissed her on the face for an unknown number of times.

And the big hand pinched her waist, maybe it was all purple.

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became, and I looked at a certain man sleeping soundly on the bed, rubbing his left hand against the fist of his right hand, and a wicked smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The next day, He Yan got up together and felt that his whole body hurt, especially his face, so he raised his hand and touched it.

He snorted softly in pain, what was going on?

I drank too much last night, because a certain girl made him angry, so he drank with her, and he suppressed that anger.

Who would have thought that a hangover would be so bad?

He went into the bathroom to take a shower, wiped his hair and walked to the glass table to brush his teeth, and in the misty mirror, his face was covered with injuries. He frowned slightly, and picked up a towel to wipe off the mist.

Seeing himself in the mirror, the corners of his mouth were bruised, his eyes were bruised, and his forehead was also bruised, which was clearly beaten by someone.

He thought back to the previous night, and only the girl was here with her, and he took her wine.

And how did he get hurt like this? Could it have been something last night?

He hurriedly walked out of the bathroom, picked up his mobile phone, and dialed Xia Mian's number, which took a long time to connect, with the sweetness of waking up.

"He Dashao, what's the matter?"

"Where are you?"

When he saw the wound on his face, he thought of her and wondered if she was hurt.

Xia Mian tried to wake himself up, looked at the roof of the bedroom, and replied to him faintly.

"Of course I'm at home, do you think I'll be serving you drunkard all night?"

Thinking of his terrible gaze last night, I couldn't help but shudder, thinking that the way that guy looked at people with a cold face was really scary.

"Nothing happened last night?"

Xia Mian suddenly remembered the picture of himself beating him, it was a little too violent, so he hurried back to him.

"Nothing happened? I hung up first, and I'm going to be late for work. ”

Then there was a hung up beep on the phone, He Yan glanced at the time, half past six in the morning, she was going to be late for work?

I already know what's going on in my heart?

He raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, his brow furrowed in pain.

She has also learned to beat people, is her strength not light?

But someone may have forgotten that her strength was trained by him.

He Yan finished washing, changed into a crisp suit, ate breakfast, and then went out.

Standing next to the car in cold blood, he was surprised to see the wound on his face when he saw him come out and helped him open the car door, and asked.

"Young Master, what's wrong with your face?"

He Yanyi's originally demonic face was a little bruised, and it became more and more demonic, raised his hand and touched the corner of his mouth, and sneered.

"Scratched by a kitten."