Wang Jinglong turned around and saw that it was Xie Mengjiao.

is the female screenwriter of the screenwriting team who is very shy and blushes when she speaks, but has a very quiet temperament.

"Then you go back with Mr. Yang and take care of Mr. Yang by the way."

Wang Jinglong glanced at Xie Mengjiao and asked.

Since it is the same community, it is definitely more suitable than sending it yourself.

"This..."

Xie Mengjiao hesitated, isn't it good for a girl to send Mr. Yang back?

But seeing Yang Fan drunk like this, he still smirked stupidly from time to time.

She still nodded softly: "Okay." ”

"Okay, that's up to you."

Wang Jinglong took advantage of the situation and let Xie Mengjiao hold Yang Fan.

He walked outside and flagged down a taxi.

"Xie Mengjiao, you take Mr. Yang to the car."

"Slow down."

"Master, go to the Chunfu community."

Wang Jinglong gave the driver twenty yuan and said the destination.

Then he waved his hand and watched the taxi go away.

In the car, Yang Fan and Xie Mengjiao were sitting in the back seat.

Yang Fan burped from time to time, looking at the night scene outside the car window, the bustling robbery, and the neon-lit metropolis.

"Mr. Yang, you, are you okay?"

Xie Mengjiao's face was a little red, it was the first time she was sitting in a taxi with a strange man, and she was still so close.

Especially this man, who is still the CEO of his own company.

At the same time, Yang Fan can also be regarded as a screenwriter she heard in junior high school, and she can be regarded as an idol.

It was also because of her experience at that time that she fell in love with the screenwriting industry.

"Heh, you still care about me?"

Yang Fan tilted his head, turned his head, glanced at Xie Mengjiao, and smiled sarcastically.

Xie Mengjiao was stunned for a moment, why can't I care about you?

Can't I care about you?

"Mr. Yang, you..."

"It's okay for others to call me Mr. Yang, and you also call me Mr. Yang?"

Yang Fan interrupted Xie Mengjiao's words and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Also, there are so many contradictions between us, you really don't even want to call your husband, I understand, I understand." ”

"What?"

Xie Mengjiao was completely stunned, staring at Yang Fan and not knowing what to say.

"Look, you're silent, acquiesce, hehe."

Yang Fan saw that Xia Ruhua didn't speak, just stared at himself silently, and immediately laughed at himself again.

"Why are you coming to pick me up? Shouldn't you drink with a client? Shouldn't you be at work? ”

"I don't need you to pick me up, I didn't drink much, I didn't drink too much."

Yang Fan shook his head, then moved away from Xia Ruhua and leaned against the car window.

"I can't touch you, you think I'm dirty, I smell of alcohol."

Xie Mengjiao didn't quite understand what Yang Fan meant at first, but now she almost understands, is this a mistake for herself? Recognized as a wife?

It's just that Mr. Yang's words make me feel that the relationship between them is not very good.

"Mr. Yang, you can sleep for a while, and you will be in Chunfu Community soon."

Xie Mengjiao didn't know what to say, so she could only persuade Yang Fan to sleep for a while.

She was a little at a loss and didn't know how to face the scene.

"Whew... Whew..."

Yang Fan leaned his head against the car window and fell asleep dizzily.

Xie Mengjiao breathed a sigh of relief, just fall asleep.

Otherwise, I really don't know how to deal with it.

"Girl, be kind to your own man, it's not easy for a man."

At this time, the taxi driver opened a sentence in front.

Xie Mengjiao suddenly blushed, and she was so red that her ears were red.

"I'm not his wife, he's the CEO of my company, and he lives in a community with me, so I'll take care of him."

The taxi driver looked back in surprise, and then smiled awkwardly: "Haha, I thought it was wrong." ”

"Then your boss must be in a bad mood, otherwise he wouldn't have drunk so much."

"Men, you can only use wine to kill your sorrows, but you can be even more sorrowful."

"Husband and wife relationships, careers, children, all kinds of hardships will be encountered."

The driver sighed, and then he stopped talking.

How is this all emo?

Xie Mengjiao was a little helpless at the moment, and she knew that it was better not to send Yang Fan.

"Girl, it's time to Chunfu Community, what floor is it?"

At this time, the driver spoke again and signaled to Xie Mengjiao.

Xie Mengjiao was a little confused, of course she knew that she lived in the third building, but she didn't know how many buildings Mr. Yang's house was.

"I don't know about him."

"My house is in the third building."

Xie Mengjiao replied to the driver.

"Okay, then put you in the third building, and let your boss go home by himself."

The driver parked the car in the parking area of the third building.

Xie Mengjiao saw that Yang Fan was still sleeping against the car window, she hesitated, but still patted Yang Fan.

"Mr. Yang, it's time to get there, Mr. Yang?"

She shouted several times in succession before waking Yang Fan up.

"Arrived?"

Yang Fan pushed the car door open, but accidentally slid out of the seat.

"Ahh Mr. Yang..."

Xie Mengjiao immediately ran out of the car and helped Yang Fan up from the ground.

I saw that Yang Fan's hands were all scratched, and blood oozed out.

"Oops, you're bleeding, Mr. Yang."

Xie Mengjiao exclaimed in surprise, looking at the street lamp, Yang Fan's two palms and arms were bleeding.

"Heh, can you still feel sorry for me? It's a surprise. ”

Yang Fan sneered, then broke free of Xie Mengjiao's arm, raised his head and looked around, only to feel that his head was dizzy, and the sky was spinning.

"Where is this? This isn't my home. ”

Of course this is not your home, this is my home!

Xie Mengjiao sighed depressedly in her heart, but she had to ask Yang Fan: "Mr. Yang, what is your house?" ”

"I don't know..."

Yang Fan shook his head, then stared at the street lamp stupidly, and didn't leave.

"Then, then I'll go home first, Mr. Yang."

Xie Mengjiao didn't know what to do, she could only throw Yang Fan downstairs.

"I'm leaving? Mr. Yang? ”

Xie Mengjiao saw that Yang Fan didn't pay attention to herself, so she asked again, and then turned around and entered the corridor of the first unit.

Yang Fan looked at the street lamps for a long time, looked at the unfamiliar community, and finally sat down on the bench in the community.

Xie Mengjiao went upstairs and returned to her home.

She first took off her clothes and took a shower, all of which smelled of wine, which was terrible.

After taking a shower and drying her hair, she plans to lie in bed and watch short videos for a while.

Suddenly thinking of Mr. Yang downstairs, I couldn't help but feel stunned.

Mr. Yang should go home, right?

Won't he even be able to find a home?

Thinking so, she went to the window and looked down.

"Haven't left yet?"

She saw that Yang Fan was still sitting on the bench downstairs, curled up, holding his shoulders with his hands, shivering from the cold.

Do you want to bring Mr. Yang in?

She thought for a moment, then shook her head desperately.

"No, I'm living alone, it's too dangerous."

She came to a strange city by herself to rent a house and work.

Her family is not from Jianghai City, or even Dongjiang Province.

How can you bring in a strange man? Not to mention that this man is still the new CEO of the company, if there is a scandal, will he still be alive?

But if you don't bring it in, what if Mr. Yang freezes and gets sick?

Personally, she didn't want Mr. Yang to get sick either.

From the company's point of view, Mr. Yang's illness is not conducive to the company's follow-up work.

Finally, a relatively normal leader came, and he couldn't just get sick.

She hesitated, as if two villains were fighting in her head.

But in the end, seeing Yang Fan's shivering, she was still gentle and soft-hearted.

Xie Mengjiao put on her coat and walked downstairs quickly.

"Mr. Yang, come in with me."

"Mr. Yang!"

Xie Mengjiao shouted Yang Fan, but Yang Fan didn't respond, just lowered his head and trembled.

She stepped forward and touched Yang Fan's forehead, which was hot and hot.

"Mr. Yang, you have a fever."

Xie Mengjiao exclaimed, and immediately used her small physique to drag Yang Fan up, and took Yang Fan upstairs crookedly.

She simply lived on the second floor, otherwise, she didn't know how to put Yang Fan up.

Even so, she was tired and wheezing.

After Yang Fan entered the house, he lay on the sofa without taking off his shoes at night.

For him, the sofa is the most intimate place, although it is a little strange how the color of the sofa cushion is different.

But when he was drunk and had a fever, he couldn't think about it.

"What to do? What to do? ”

Xie Mengjiao was a little nervous, her heart was pounding, a strange man was in her own house, and he had a fever, what should he do?

Yes, yes, antipyretics.

Xie Mengjiao immediately rummaged through the cabinets, finally found the antipyretic medicine, and poured a glass of warm water.

"Mr. Yang, take the medicine."

"Mr. Yang?"

She shouted a few times, but Yang Fan opened her eyes, but it was a jade hand that grabbed her.

"Ah, Mr. Yang, you, what are you doing."

Xie Mengjiao exclaimed, struggling with a pale face, but couldn't break free.

"Xia Ruhua, you remember!"

"I, Yang Fan, haven't forgiven you yet, don't pretend to care about me!"

"Go find your Zhao Mingyao, Tian Xin go!"

Smack!

Yang Fan slapped the cup away, and the cup fell to the ground and shattered.

"What's going on?"

Xie Mengjiao was frightened and took a few steps back, and her face was full of helplessness and depression.