Mothers who talk about "other people's children" all day long will not understand the pressure and distress in their children's hearts.

The child will not understand the mother's anxiety about his failed life.

Yan Yu, who only has his own son smashed in his eyes, will not understand where Yue Xiaofeng's seemingly hostile attitude towards him comes from.

Yan Yu was only worried about three things at the moment.

First of all, I hope you don't run into the hateful elevated traffic restrictions, let alone the policeman Shu Huang who randomly checks drunk driving halfway (he drank two sips of alcohol after all).

Secondly, I probably had to stay up late to sort out the work materials, and pack them and send them before the time I made an appointment with Lei Jun.

The final entanglement is naturally the silly child who falls down with a bottle of whiskey in the back seat.

The key is that Yue Xiaofeng is too ruthless.

In such a short period of time, forcibly pouring a whole bottle of whisky is really not something that ordinary people can afford.

After eleven o'clock, a section of the elevated highway in the urban area was unfortunately restricted.

Yan Yu had to change lanes and wait for a few traffic lights with many vehicles.

simply didn't meet the policeman, and when Yan Yu returned to the apartment, he was in a good mood.

He stopped the car, opened the door of the back seat, and prepared to help Lan Weiyan back to the room.

The moment the old man opened the car door, Lan Weiyan jumped out of the car, ran not far away, squatted down holding his stomach, and vomited.

Yan Yu's first reaction was that he hadn't slept to death yet, good boy.

After being stunned, he began to feel distressed.

Looking at Lan Weiyan's appearance, it seems that he wanted to vomit for a long time.

Due to the restriction of traffic on the elevated road, there was a delay on the road - could he have held back all the way?

Yan Yu approached Lan Weiyan depressedly and cautiously, feeling a little sorry in his heart.

He handed over his spare handkerchief, stroked his thin back with one hand, and asked softly, "Are you alright?" ”

Lan Weiyan reached out and took the handkerchief, still holding his stomach, neither looking back nor answering, only shaking his head vigorously.

The floor was a sour and rancid liquid mixture mixed with the smell of alcohol, and someone had to deal with it.

Yan Yu called the service phone of the hotel apartment and asked someone to bring a hot towel and a bottle of water for himself.

The service staff soon arrived at the underground parking garage and cleaned up the mess without complaining.

In the end, he also enthusiastically told Yan Yu that there was an infirmary next door to the gym, and if he was unwell, he could go and see it.

After the waiter left, Lan Weiyan finally straightened up.

"Hey, are you alright?" Yan Yu looked at Lan Weiyan's red eyes, "Come, drink some water, do you still have the hangover medicine?" Wait a minute......"

Before he finished speaking, the old man was hugged tightly by the beautiful boy like a bear.

Yan Yu's first reaction was that by the way, the customized suit of labor and management was going to be stained with evil vomit residues.

The second reaction was that the towel in the left hand and the water in the right hand were taken in vain.

The third reaction is that in broad daylight, there are people who take advantage of labor and capital.

It wasn't until he heard Lan Weiyan's sobbing that Yan Yu realized that Lan Weiyan was crying.

"That...... You've worked hard tonight......" Yan Yu comforted stiffly, "It's very uncomfortable, isn't it?" Let's go back to our room and clean up a bit. ”

Lan Weiyan shook his head vigorously, his soft hair rubbing against Yan Yu's neck, and his hands clamped Yan Yu to the point that he was almost out of breath.

"Xiao Yan? Whispers? What happened to you? Yan Yu was very embarrassed to lay on his chest with a towel in one hand and mineral water in the other.

"Did Xiaofeng say something about you?" Yan Yu asked tentatively again, "That person of his, his mouth is cheaper than mine, don't be like him......"

Lan Weiyan was still crying muffledly.

Yan Yu mourned for his suit for half a second, and then suddenly asked, "Is it the anonymous letter?" ”

"Hold me." Lan Weiyan said vaguely.

"Huh?" Yan Yu didn't understand.

"Brother Xiao Yan, I want you to hug me."