Yan Shu was stunned at the door for a while, he drank a lot at the last dinner, which would be a little nauseous, and he only opened the door and went in when his stomach stabilized.

The sound of the door opening alarmed the people inside.

Jiang Jue glanced at the door, and Fang Zhao's eyes were also withdrawn from his phone.

After Yan Shu saw it clearly, he held the doorknob hard, and his stomach began to ache faintly again.

Fang Zhao met that sharp look and quickly avoided it.

Jiang Jue: "Sir, you should go to the wrong box." ”

I don't know if it's because he's too tired from work, Yan Shu's movements seem sluggish, he raised his eyes and saw that the house number was indeed the one the front desk said.

He was just about to say that he had made a mistake, when the front desk ran up, and the front desk stood in front of him and bowed: "Sir, I'm really sorry." ”

"The record just now was confused, and the box that Mr. Zhang booked was next door, I'm so sorry........."

Yan Shu didn't pursue anything, and obediently went to the box next door.

In order to compensate, the Japanese restaurant also sent a vegetable salad.

Fang Zhao's eyes were glazed and staring at the tightly closed door, she slowly breathed a sigh of relief, her heart was blocked.

This made her can't help but think about Yan Shu's expression just now, his every move.

Fang Zhao's throat was like a spike, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

There were a few bottles of foreign wine neatly placed in the corner of the table, I don't know why, she had never drunk alcohol at this moment, and she suddenly wanted to drink.

She didn't understand, so she took a bottle casually: "Do you drink, Jiang Jue." ”

Jiang Jue didn't answer directly, and looked at the red wine bottle twice: "French castel, very suitable for women to drink." ”

"I took it casually" The stopper was opened by Fang Zhao with a corkscrew, and in an instant, the aroma of red wine rushed out of the bottle.

She leaned the bottle and was about to pour a glass for the person opposite, but he covered the mouth of the cup, Jiang Jue shook his head: "I won't accompany me this time, I will shoot early tomorrow morning." ”

A hint of disappointment flashed in Fang Zhao's eyes, and he poured his cup full of red wine.

Looking at the red liquid, Fang Zhao took a breath and took a sip, the red wine was sweet and sour, and the taste was not quite in line with her taste.

It's not good at all.... Fang Zhao thought.

I still haven't drunk any wine, and the flush from the red wine just under the stomach slowly came up on my face, like a serious blush.

This bottle of wine is only 15 degrees, so it won't come to the face so quickly: "Haven't you ever drunk wine?" ”

As soon as this sentence came out, the person opposite planted it directly on the table.

Jiang Jue: "????? ”

"Can't you drink?" He stroked the broken hair on his forehead and saw the closed sleepy eyes: "I'm really dizzy." ”

Jiang Jue felt helpless and funny, and after seeing that the time was nearly 10 o'clock, he simply carried Fang Zhao back to the hotel with one hand.

The rooms of the two were on the 13th floor, and after dragging people to the 13th floor, they found that they couldn't enter without Fang Zhao's room card.

Rummaging through the drunkard's pocket, to no avail, he planned to go downstairs to ask for help from the front desk.

Jiang Jue passed by Yan Shu as soon as he left, he glanced at the drunkard who was left on the ground, exhaled and turned his head to open his room.

One second, two seconds, three seconds....

Taking a step further, the strong sense of awkwardness made Yan Shu turn his steps back.

He stared at the drunk man condescendingly: "Fang Zhao, I'm really crazy. "He lifted people up.

The drunken ghost has two patches of plateau red on his cheeks.

The person was sternly straightened, and his cold hand was close to his red cheek, which made him hot.

He ghostly touched Fang Zhao's forehead, his entire palm almost covered his forehead, and he touched his own again: "Why is it so hot." ”

He breathed a sigh of relief, and made a phone call with one free hand: "Li Ying drove my car to the door of the hotel." ”

The answer on the other end of the phone was: "Okay, Mr. Yan." ”