He leaned over her ear and whispered to coax: "Shengsheng, are you shouting husband?" ”

Su Wansheng, who was sleeping in a daze, only felt that it was very noisy in his ears, and muttered unconsciously: "Don't." ”

Lu Zhenming continued to coax her: "Be good, shout, shout, I won't worry about tonight's affairs with you." ”

Su Wansheng was like an obedient baby, and whispered softly: "Husband." ”

Although her voice was very soft and small, Lu Zhenming still heard it.

He hooked his lips and smiled, his eyes shining brightly.

"Sheng Sheng is really good."

He kissed her on the lips, even with a smile in his voice.

***

Liang Weirong asked a few friends to come out to play together, and also called Feng Chen.

Because of the previous incident, the dust was silent all night.

The game doesn't end until ten o'clock.

Liang Weirong was delayed a little bit when she checked out, so she and Feng Chen were the last to go.

Out of the Bihai Chaosheng Pavilion, Feng Chen saw Song Zhiyue squatting on the side of the road, vomiting.

Song Zhiyue was facing away from them, he only felt that the figure was a little familiar at first, and after a careful look, he recognized it as Song Zhiyue.

Liang Weirong saw him staring at the woman squatting on the side of the road, and asked him sideways, "Do you know that person?" ”

Feng Chen's left hand was holding his blazer, and his right hand was casually in his trouser pocket, looking at Song Zhiyue's direction, frowning slightly.

When Liang Weirong asked him, he let out a faint "um".

Liang Weirong and Song Zhiyue are not familiar with each other, so she didn't know each other.

"She seems to be drunk and doesn't look good."

When she came, Liang Weirong was in Feng Chen's car, and Feng Chen took out the car keys from her pocket and gave it to her.

"You go get the car."

Liang Weirong let out an "oh", took the car keys, and walked to the parking lot.

Feng Chen looked at Song Zhiyue and walked to the convenience store across the road.

***

Other colleagues, some took a ride, and those who didn't have a car took a taxi and left.

Song Zhiyue drank a lot, she wanted to squat on the side of the road to slow down, but her stomach churned badly.

She couldn't hold back, she threw up all at once, and vomited everything she ate at night.

A dark shadow shrouded her head, and she looked up and saw Feng Chen standing beside her, looking at her with deep eyes.

She was a little at a loss for a moment, not knowing what expression to put on.

Let him see such an embarrassed self, she really doesn't want to.

Especially now that she's still crouching in front of a pile of filth.

Jun who sealed the dust had no expression on his face, and handed her the water he had just bought in his hand without saying a word.

Song Zhiyue was stunned, took the water, and then opened it and rinsed his mouth.

As soon as she screwed the cap on, Dusty handed her a small packet of tissues.

She said "thank you" and wiped her mouth.

Feng Chen looked at her condescendingly, saw that her face was a little pale, and said lightly: "It's very uncomfortable to drink too much wine, don't drink so much next time." ”

Although it was just an ordinary sentence, his words were full of concern, and the corners of Song Zhiyue's mouth flashed with a smile.

"I had a good time, so I drank two more glasses."

The filth she vomited made even her feel disgusting, so Song Zhiyue felt that this was not a good place to talk, and got up and prepared to move somewhere.

I don't know if she drank too much, or if she squatted for a long time and her legs were a little numb, and as soon as she got together, her body shook a little.

Feng Dusty quickly grabbed her arm and stabilized her.

Song Zhiyue glanced at the hand holding her, and then looked at Feng Chen.