The driver responded politely and started driving.
Han Qiqing suddenly shouted in the car, asking the driver to drive the car to the moon.
Song Shijun, “…”
It seems that this girl is really drunk!
The more he thought about it, the more worried he became. As he walked into the house, he counted the time and called her when she was almost home.
Who knows, half an hour later, he called and heard a formulaic female voice on the other end of the phone.
"The phone you dialed has been turned off, please call again later..."
Song Shijun, “…”
Han family.
When Han Qiqing returned home, she looked drunk.
The servant wanted to help her, but she refused.
"Don't help me, no one can help me, I'm not drunk! I'm fine!"
She opened her hands and kept a straight face, refusing to let anyone help her.
The servants and housekeepers looked at her anxiously, fearing that she would fall and knock herself.
At this time, a tall and cold figure stood by the railing on the second floor, his dark eyes staring at her downstairs.
In the living room, Han Qiqing walked in a twisted manner, giving people the illusion that she might fall down at any time.
The servants and housekeepers were horrified.
"Miss, just let us help you, you are drunk."
Han Qiqing frowned and shouted, "I'm not drunk! I told you I'm not drunk! Don't I know if I'm drunk?"
She suddenly stopped, her eyes narrowed, and she looked ahead.
"Why... my eyes are shaking..."
She took two steps, a little crooked.
He suddenly stood still, trying to steady himself.
Walking further, I wanted to tilt myself back, but instead I tilted to the other side. So, I saw her silly, first walking crookedly to the right, stopping in the middle, and then walking crookedly to the left, looking very funny.
Someone on the second floor was watching this scene, and his usually stern eyebrows seemed to be stained with a faint smile.
Han Qiqing kept looking down at the road, fearing that she would fall.
She didn't notice at all that a tall figure was walking towards her.
As she walked crookedly, she muttered in her heart: Why is it so blurry in front of my eyes? Am I really drunk
No more, the world in front of me suddenly turned upside down.
Han Qiqing finally couldn't hold on any longer.
Someone, someone, come and help her!
When I give in, I can't make a sound.
She stumbled forward and thought she was going to fall to the ground, but unexpectedly, she fell into a warm embrace.
A pair of strong arms wrapped around her.
There was a familiar masculine scent between his breath.
My slow little head didn't realize who the owner of this aura was, but the first feeling was that it felt very reassuring.
In the blur, it seemed as if I was being lifted up.
Han Qiqing carefully tugged on her men's clothes and then slowly opened her eyes.
In his drunken eyes, what came into view was his brother's stern face.
Her eyes were dull and confused, she didn't know what she was thinking, and her eyes looked a little distracted.
When she was put on the bed, she came back to her senses and called out in a low voice, "Brother..."
A warm hand covered her forehead, and his slender fingers brushed the messy bangs on her forehead.
"Huh?" A cold voice came from above.
Han Qiqing's voice was vague, like a spoiled child, and she said aggrievedly, "I feel uncomfortable... I feel so dizzy..."
He asked, "How much wine did you drink?"
Han Qiqing pouted and said, "I just drank a little... red wine..."
He didn't respond to her, and seemed to turn around to give the butler some instructions.
(End of chapter)