Mu Xiaoxiao, who was slightly drunk, only thought about sleeping and didn't think about what Yin Shaojie was doing.
He asked her to sit up, and she sat up obediently.
He asked her to raise her hands, and she did.
She will do whatever you ask her to do.
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the other side.
Song Shijun got into the car sent by the Han family and sent Han Qiqing home.
Compared to Mu Xiaoxiao, who was quiet after being drunk, Han Qiqing was much more restless, as if she had ADHD.
"Where is this?" Han Qiqing asked slightly drunkenly.
Song Shijun sat in the corner of the car, far away from her, and replied, "In your car."
Fortunately, the car sent by the Han family was spacious enough to give her room to move.
"In the car?"
Han Qiqing suddenly stood up and hit the roof of the car with a bang.
"Hey!" Song Shijun quickly wanted to protect her, but failed.
Han Qiqing covered her head and said, "It hurts."
Song Shijun really had no idea what to do with her, "You hit her yourself, and you even cried out that it hurt. I told you it was in the car."
After this girl got drunk, her IQ plummeted.
"Whose car?" Han Qiqing's eyes were half open and half closed, as if she wanted to sleep, but she was holding on.
"Your car, are you sleepy? If you are sleepy, just lie down and sleep."
Song Shijun explained to her patiently.
"good."
Han Qiqing responded and was about to lie down, but she was lying not on the seat, but on the place where she stepped.
Song Shijun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, so he quickly went to pull her.
"Are you stupid?"
This is no longer a decline in IQ, but a negative value!
Han Qiqing wrinkled her little face, put her hand on her forehead and said, "Shijun, I'm so dizzy. I want to lie on the ground. On the ground... I won't feel dizzy..."
It turns out that’s what she meant.
Song Shijun smiled and said, "Should I be lucky that you still recognize me?"
After she finished speaking, she wanted to lie down on the ground again.
Song Shijun simply pulled her up, pressed her into the back seat, and fastened her seat belt.
"I told you, we are in the car now, where did the ground come from? When you get back, you take a shower... Oh, I see you can't take a shower, so just sleep like this, and take a shower when you wake up tomorrow."
He was really afraid that she would fall asleep in the bathroom while she was taking a shower.
To be on the safe side, don’t take a shower.
Han Qiqing pouted with an unhappy look on her face and said, "Why don't you let me take a shower..."
"It's not that I don't let you wash, it's that you can't take a shower now." Song Shijun admired himself for his patience in explaining to a drunk girl.
Han Qiqing's unwillingness to admit defeat came back again.
"Who said I can't wash it? I can wash it!"
Song Shijun followed her and said, "Okay, okay, you can wash. We Qiqing are great. We can do everything, including taking a bath. But don't you want to sleep now? Then go to bed first, and then wash after waking up."
Han Qiqing felt very comfortable listening to him praising herself, so she nodded.
After a while, she leaned out of the car window and looked out.
"So many cars...ah, I saw a little bit, I want to drink a little bit!"
Han Qiqing suddenly became excited and reached out to open the car door.
Fortunately, the driver remembered to lock the door, otherwise it would have been dangerous. The door wouldn't open and the car wouldn't stop.
Han Qiqing patted the car window aggrievedly and said, "Woo, why don't you let me drink a little? I want to drink a little..."
"I'll give you a drink and I'll buy it for you when I get home, okay?"
Song Shijun coaxed her, and when he saw that she was about to turn, he stretched out his hand to pull her back to prevent her from hitting the car door.
Han Qiqing was suddenly pulled down, her body became unstable, and she fell towards him.
Song Shijun quickly protected her.
Han Qiqing leaned on his shoulder and became more docile.
She raised her hand and looked at her fingers with half-closed eyes, as if she was studying something.
"We're almost at your house, hold on a little longer." Song Shijun also drank some wine. Although he was not drunk, he was a little tired.
Han Qiqing sighed and said, "Shijun."
"Um?"
Han Qiqing sighed again, "The little ring is so beautiful..."
Song Shijun responded, "It's quite beautiful."
Han Qiqing sighed deeply, "I'm so envious, I want it too..."
In fact, what matters is not the ring, but the intention of the person who gave it to you.
Song Shijun said, "You will have it."
"When will it be available?" Han Qiqing asked, thinking of something, her little face was gloomy, "No one gave it to me..."
She doesn't even have a boyfriend.
No one would put such thought into her.
Before Song Shijun could say anything, Han Qiqing suddenly stood up and shook him wildly, "I want it! Shijun, or you can buy it for me! It's just like the little one."
Song Shijun didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "How can I afford it..."
He is not as rich as Yin Shaojie.
Besides, given his status, if he spent such a large amount of money, he would be investigated.
Han Qiqing pouted, "I'll give you money to buy it!"
Just after I finished speaking, I thought of something and my face turned bitter.
"Uuuuuu, I don't have any money either... I'm so poor now..."
I really envy the rich!
If Shangde's people heard this, they would probably vomit blood and die.
You, Miss Han, one of the four major families, are called poor, how can others live? !
Song Shijun comforted her, "Didn't you say that when you pass your brother's review exam, he will give you the pocket money that was withheld before? By then you will have money, and you won't have to review so hard in the future, so you have to study hard Review, you know?”
Han Qiqing tilted her little head, wondering if she understood.
She nodded blankly, "Oh."
Finally, Song Shijun breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the main door of the Han family from a distance.
"Okay, your home is here."
"Oh!" Han Qiqing nodded heavily, stood up suddenly, and hit the roof of the car with a bang.
Song Shijun was too late to stop her and could only look at her funny.
The driver who had just opened the door heard the noise and asked worriedly, "Miss, are you okay?"
"fine… "
Han Qiqing's eyes were filled with moisture, and she insisted on saying that it was okay.
Song Shijun reached out and rubbed the place where she had just hit, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
(End of chapter)