Meng Yao was very dishonest after drinking, and Rong Ning had to work very hard to bring her home.
He became more certain of his thoughts, stretched out his finger and tapped her delicate cheek, and warned her: "You must not drink outside."
Meng Yao opened her eyes dazedly, shook off his arm and stumbled forward: "What do you know? I'm not drunk. What's wrong with drinking a little?"
Her legs went weak and she was about to crash into the outer railings, but Rong Yan reached out his hand first, thus preventing a tragedy from happening. However, Meng Yao still covered her forehead and whimpered in pain: "It hurts so much..."
Rong Wei rubbed her forehead, blew on it again, and couldn't help but smile: "Let's see if you dare to get drunk again in the future."
Meng Yao walked very unsteadily, staggering. Rong Wei sighed, resignedly picked her up, and patted her lightly when he felt her struggle, whispering a threat: "If you make trouble again, I will throw you down."
Perhaps Meng Yao was a bit of a bully in her nature, and she fell silent instantly, letting him hold her like a quail.
It was already late, and all the servants had returned to their rooms to rest.
Rong Yan carried Meng Yao all the way to the bedroom, tucked her in, and fed her some hangover soup. He really didn't expect Meng Yao to be so energetic, and still be able to "kick the quilt" full of energy after a busy day.
After a while, she sat up from the bed again and pointed in several directions: "I don't want to drink this, it's too bad, go get me some juice!"
"This quilt is too thick, please change it for me!"
"This bracelet is ugly, please help me take it off, it hurts my hand..."
…
Rong Yin satisfied all her unreasonable demands, but unexpectedly she had a "new idea" and kept nagging about going to the amusement park. If she continued like this, the sobering soup would almost get cold. Rong Yin had to gently hold down her restless feet with one hand, while still feeding her soup with the other hand.
After all the hassle, the bowl of sobering soup was finally finished, but Rong Yan's white shirt was stained with soup stains of varying shades.
Meng Yao seemed to feel much more comfortable and curled up in the quilt.
Meng Yao was in a deep sleep and definitely couldn't take a bath, so Rong Yan could only help her change into pajamas. Her slender white waist caught his eyes, but he still felt dry mouth after changing.
After helping Meng Yao clean up, he resigned himself to taking a cold shower.
When I came back, I saw Meng Yao was already fast asleep. She was sleeping on her side, curled up, and from a distance she looked like a round ball.
Rong Yan curled the corners of his lips and turned off the lights.
As soon as he lay down, he heard a faint mumbling from the side, the voice was pitifully small. Only after Rong Wei moved closer could he hear clearly that she was mumbling about going home.
His eyes paused: "Isn't this your home?"
Meng Yao didn't know whether she heard it clearly or not, and she was still mumbling to go home.
He could hear her longing for "home".
Rong Yan's eyes sank as she spoke, and he tried his best to make his voice gentler:
"Which home do you want to go back to?"
“This is your home.”
Naturally, Meng Yao couldn't respond to him. Rong Yun was no longer sleepy. He stood up and prepared to look for cigarettes to relieve his restlessness. Suddenly, his fingers paused, and he remembered that he had already quit smoking.
He didn't have a cigarette.
*
Meng Yao took a sip of the water on the table and got out of bed. Her head didn't hurt after the hangover, but she felt a little dizzy. She vaguely remembered a series of stupid things she had done yesterday.
She still remembered that after returning home, she did not stop either, ordering Rongzhen to do this and that, while she sat leisurely beside him like a local emperor.
The last memory I have is Rong Yan feeding me hangover soup but I spilled it all over myself...
What happened next? Meng Yao didn't want to think about it any more. It was really a shameful thing.
There was no work arrangement in the morning, so Meng Yao yawned, picked up her phone and went downstairs.
When she opened her phone, she saw a lot of messages, all of which were congratulations from other people, congratulating her on winning the award.
Among them are movie kings and queens like Ling Xiao and Xu Shuiqing, as well as well-known directors like Li Xiang and Huang Yan. A movie queen is certainly not worthy of their congratulations, it's just because of their good relationship.
Meng Yao also came up and replied carefully.
She replied as she walked down the stairs. Suddenly, she heard footsteps in the front. Meng Yao looked up and found it was Rong Yan.
"You...didn't go to work?"
"Come back to get something."
Only then did Meng Yao notice that the other person was wearing a formal suit and tie, with shiny leather shoes on his feet, as if he had just returned from outside.
Rong Yan stretched out his hand and pulled out Meng Yao's phone: "Don't look at your phone when walking up the stairs. It's not safe."
Meng Yao stretched out her hand to grab it, but her eyes met his deep eyes and she couldn't help blushing. She coughed twice and said, "I'm very alert. How could I fall down while walking up the stairs?"
Meng Yao held the handrail and continued to walk down. He touched his nose and said, "Was I too noisy yesterday?"
Rong Wei was stunned for a moment, and finally a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Do you remember what happened yesterday?"
“I have some impression…”
"Don't make trouble." His eyes seemed to flash with a deep meaning, but it disappeared in an instant.
Meng Yao sensed a hint of hypocrisy in this. She twisted her neck unconsciously and stopped talking about this topic: "You just said you wanted to get something. Go quickly and don't waste any more time."
"Give me the phone, I promise I won't be so careless."
Rong Yan handed the phone to her: "I'll go to the study first."
Meng Yao went downstairs and went straight to the restaurant. She didn't know if it was because she got up too quickly, but she always felt a headache. She didn't eat much breakfast and put down her chopsticks in a hurry.
Wang Ma noticed something was wrong with her: "Madam, are you feeling unwell?"
Meng Yao pressed her forehead: "A little bit."
"I'll call the doctor."
"No, no, I'm not that delicate. I'll be fine after a rest."
Mother Wang was still worried, but she had to give up because of Meng Yao's insistence.
Meng Yao suddenly waved to Wang Ma to signal her to come closer, then blinked slyly: "Wang Ma, please don't tell Rong Yan that I'm not feeling well. I have an appointment with my sisters to have afternoon tea. If he keeps me at home, I will be breaking the appointment."
Wang Ma paused and said, "I feel unwell or..."
Meng Yao waved her hand and said, "It's really okay. I'm strong and healthy. I'll be jumping around again in a short while."
Meng Yao took out her cell phone and made an appointment with Xu Shuiqing. She got up from the sofa only after receiving a reply from the other party.
She was about to go upstairs, but her steps suddenly stopped.
(End of this chapter)