His drunken low-bubble voice swept through the wind, bewildering and clear, as if whispering in Lin Yu's ear, and Lin Yu's ears couldn't help but feel hot.

"Oh, I see." Lin Yu nodded in response.

Ye Huaizhi lightly picked at the tail of his thin red eyes, and couldn't help but quip, "You, what do you understand?"

Lin Yu couldn't help choking, he didn't know how to reply, "I" couldn't find the second half of the sentence for a long time, and finally simply lowered his head and pretended to be dead.

Ye Huaizhi couldn't help but sneer, obviously Lin Yu's reaction pleased him.

Fortunately, not long after, the driver drove to the door of the hotel, and the two got into the car one after the other.

After getting into the car, Ye Huaizhi leaned on the seat and pretended to sleep.

Lin Yu observed that his face was even paler than just now, and the redness after drinking was stained on his face, and the color difference was even more contrasting, and there was a feeling of sickly beauty.

Lin Yu let go of his breathing and didn't dare to disturb him, and it wasn't until the car arrived at the bottom of his apartment that Lin Yu gently shook him awake.

Ye Huaizhi's slender curly eyelashes like butterfly wings opened at first glance, and his eyes were still hazy and intoxicated, and then his thoughts returned to his usual and warm eyes, which have always given people a friendly and polite distance.

He got up and thanked the driver, and Lin Yu sent him upstairs to the door of the apartment as usual.

When Lin Yu was about to say goodbye and leave, Ye Huaizhi spoke first, "I'm a little uncomfortable, can you go in and help me find medicine?"

Lin Yu was stunned for a moment, thought for a while, and then nodded.

Lin Yu has been working with Ye Huaizhi for more than half a year, and this is the first time he has entered his home, the apartment is quite simple and cold, there is little furniture, and the room is empty and deserted.

In short, the decoration and layout of this apartment do not quite match the character of Ye Huaizhi in Lin Yu's mind.

After Lin Yu took a cursory look at the layout of the room without a trace, he asked Ye Huaizhi, who was leaning on the sofa and hanging his head, "Mr. Ye, where is your medicine box?"

Ye Huaizhi pointed to a place in the living room, Lin Yu swept over in the direction of his finger, and saw a few scattered pill boxes at a glance, but there was no extra furniture in his house, and the pill boxes were scattered on the floor, which was really abrupt.

Lin Yu walked over and squatted on the ground to find medicine, she couldn't help but tremble when she looked at some painkillers with different effects, and finally she found the stomach medicine from it, and then found the lonely cup placed there at the small bar, went to the kitchen to clean the cup, took some drinking water, took out the medicine again, and handed the pills and water cup to Ye Huaizhi.

Ye Huaizhi took it after thanking him and took the medicine, his state at the moment looked quite sluggish.

"Is there a hangover cure?" Lin Yu asked.

Ye Huaizhi shook his head and said, "I don't know."

"Wait a minute, then."

After Lin Yu hesitated for a long time, she decided to go to the kitchen to take a look, if there were no ingredients available, she could only ask the driver waiting downstairs to take her home to help run to the pharmacy.

Looking at Ye Huaizhi's living state, Lin Yu didn't hope to find some ingredients in the apartment, and after rummaging, he accidentally found two pieces of ginger in the corner of the empty refrigerator.

She took it out, found the only milk pot in the kitchen, and boiled a bowl of ginger soup.

When she came out with the soup, Ye Huaizhi in the living room was not very conscious, but fortunately, he still responded after she called a few times, got up and drank ginger soup and continued to lie on the sofa.

When Lin Yu cleaned up the pots and bowls, he was already lying on the sofa and falling asleep, and after thinking about it, Lin Yu still took the liberty of entering his bedroom to get him a thin quilt.

Ye Huaizhi's bedroom is also in the same cold tone, except for a low big bed, there is only one bedside table, and there is a small photo frame upside down on the bedside table, Lin Yu glanced at the position of the photo frame, and then took the bed air conditioner from the bed and was taken out.

Ye Huaizhi on the sofa slept very deeply, his brows were deep and his lips were pursed, as if he was experiencing a bad dream.

Lin Yu wanted to use his hand to help him stretch his brows, but after thinking about it, he held back.

She helped Ye Huaizhi untie his tie so that he could breathe a little easier, and then covered him with an air-conditioned quilt to confirm that nothing had fallen

, silently left his apartment.

Lin Yu was unspeakably blocked in her heart on the way home, and Ye Huaizhi's empty, cold and lifeless apartment came to her mind, and she felt that it should not be Ye Huaizhi's life.

Late at night, in a private room on the top floor of the hotel.

Mr. Sun held the back of his head with his hand, squinted and leaned on the sofa to look at Secretary Zhang who was wrapped in a nightgown.

At the age of 22, when she just came out of college, her youth was full of vitality, and when she looked at him with a pair of fawn-like eyes, there was always a sense of admiration in her eyes.

Therefore, Mr. Sun took care of her and even pampered her.

However, this interpretation flower showed the same adoring look to another man younger than him in front of him tonight......

Thinking of this, his eyes darkened.

The girl sitting on Mr. Sun's lap didn't know his anger, she was concentrating on bewitching him at the moment, if he was in normal times, he would have been itchy by her, and he couldn't wait to show her strength immediately, so that she could see the majesty of a man.

But tonight at the dinner, her performance ...... He was disappointed.

Thinking of this, Mr. Sun couldn't help but sneer, "Have you seen clearly who the man in front of you is? I'm not Mr. Ye."

Secretary Zhang stiffened, and then fell into Mr. Sun's arms with a face full of grievances, and the little girl muttered softly and said, "Mr. Sun, what are you talking about? I don't understand! Ever since I came to you, my eyes have been full of you!"

Secretary Zhang leaned his head on Mr. Sun's chest, his white fingertips teased and swirled on Mr. Sun's body, and the sweet breath sprayed ambiguously on Mr. Sun's shoulders and neck.

Mr. Sun's heart softened instantly, hugged Secretary Zhang's waist with one hand, and gently stroked the little girl's wet hair with the other hand, pulling his face and mockingly, "Next time I act, I will be a little more real."

With that, he grabbed Secretary Zhang's hair and pulled her off from under him, and snorted, "Since you like Ye Huaizhi so much, I'll give you a chance."

The next day, Ye Huaizhi woke up and found the air conditioner quilt on his body, and only got up after relieving himself for a while.

After the hangover, his body was not as disgusting as before, but the unpleasant smell of tobacco and alcohol from the crumpled suit on his body made his brow furrow, and he immediately took off his suit in disgust and went into the bathroom.

After taking a shower, he felt a lot more comfortable, he dried his hair and changed into clean clothes, and then went straight to the company.

As soon as he entered the office, he noticed that there was a well-packed bag on the table, he walked over and opened it and found that it was a millet porridge, and he unconsciously raised the corners of his lips when something came to his mind.