272 Wake Up and Drunk
"Okay, okay, I don't care!" Wang Wei made a gesture of surrender, "I'm not worried about you, buddy! But having said that, if you really don't want Xiao Moye to find it, there should be many ways."
Instead of standing at the door of PUB with Chu Huan, waiting for Xiao Moye's arrival.
"Yes, there are many ways." Even he can take her to any hotel and do whatever he wants. But... After all, after all, he didn't do anything.
I'm afraid that when she wakes up, her eyes will be full of accusations, she will fear him even more, and she will run farther...
And this fear is stronger than his desire!
The car stopped at the door of the villa. Butler Li greeted him and saw Xiao Moye walking out of the car with Chu Huan in his arms. A black men's long coat was thrown on the ground by Xiao Moye casually.
Butler Li was taken aback and picked up the clothes on the floor, "Mr. Xiao, this clothes..."
"Burned." Xiao Moye said coldly.
Although Manager Li was surprised, he still said, "Okay."
"Prepare another hangover soup and bring it up in a while." After Xiao Moye gave instructions, he walked to the second floor with Chu Huan in his arms.
She was drunk, lying in his arms, her eyes closed, her small face wrinkled a few times from time to time, as if she was uncomfortable.
Entering the room, Xiao Moye suddenly felt the body in his arms twisted, lowered his head, and saw that Chu Huan had opened his eyes and was frowning uncomfortably.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
She hmmmmhhhhhhhhhh, her hand pounded his chest, struggling as if she wanted to get out of his arms.
Xiao Mo Ye Sui looked at Chu Huan for a moment, and put her on the ground carefully. With her feet on the ground, she wobbled into the bathroom, and then, there was a sound of vomiting in the bathroom.
It's so uncomfortable, it's really uncomfortable, as if there are a lot of bubbles gathering in the chest, it feels so uncomfortable against the stomach.
Chu Huan lay on the lid of the white toilet, vomiting desperately, as if trying to vomit everything in his stomach clean.
"Oh...Oh..." I don't know how long she vomited, and she almost felt that she was collapsed when she vomited, and then she felt a lot better. Sitting limply on the tiled floor, Chu Huan took a long breath.
The whole person has almost no strength to move.
Suddenly, one hand lifted her chin, and then, a damp clean towel gently wiped the corners of her mouth.
"Enough vomiting?" An elegant voice sounded quietly in her ear.
Chu Huan raised his eyes and saw Xiao Moye squatting right in front of her, with his cuffs rolled up, wiping the remaining vomit at the corner of her mouth with a white towel.
"Mo Ye?" Chu Huan was dumbfounded, feeling that there was some blankness in his mind, as if there was something that couldn't be connected. She's obviously in PUB, but why...
Looking around, this is the place she is familiar with, where is it... By the way, it is the bathroom on the side of the villa!
Chu Huan's gaze returned to Xiao Moye's face again, murmured, "Why am I... here?"
He looked at her eyes, although it was still a bit misty, but he had recovered a trace of clarity, "Don't you remember?"
She was confused, and then her little head nodded.
"I called you, you said you were in a bar, I went to pick you up." He wiped off the vomit on her mouth and chin, got up and walked to the sink, rinsed the towel and dried it. Later, he walked to her side again and wiped her face carefully.
Chu Huan tried hard to think about it, but she couldn't remember that she had answered the phone, her head was still a little dizzy, and she still felt a little pain when she shook her, she was drunk like that? !
But she feels strenuous even thinking now.
He wiped her face, bent over and hugged her whole.
Chu Huan didn't refuse. After all, she was all limp at this moment, and she really didn't have much strength to walk on her own.
When Xiao Moye put Chu Huan on the soft body, Chu Huan felt that the slightly depressed fatigue in his body suddenly broke out again, and his eyes almost wanted to close next to the bed.
Vaguely, she seemed to hear two knocks from outside the room, and then the sound of footsteps.
But at this moment Chu Huan really didn't have much energy to open her eyes. Now she wanted to sleep well.
"Huan!" There was a voice calling her, and then a strong arm lifted her upper body, "Drink the sober soup first before going to bed, otherwise your head will hurt tomorrow."
"Um..." She opened her eyes reluctantly, of course, mainly for the second half of his sentence, she was afraid of pain, he knew it!
Xingmou fixedly looked at the so-called so-called so-called hangover soup that was muddy and steaming before her eyes, and her two willow eyebrows wrinkled together again.
Just looking at her expression, he knew that she didn't want to drink this sober soup, so he coaxed softly, "Be good, go to bed after drinking." He said, he put the bowl close to her lips.
In response to the desire to sleep, Chu Huan took a deep breath, opened her lips slightly, and drank the hangover soup with a bowl of mouth, but halfway through the drink, she stopped, and the two willow eyebrows were almost finished. One knot, "It's so bitter." She cried very pitifully. Drinking is bitter, but drinking this sober soup is also bitter.
"The good medicine is bitter, and people won't feel uncomfortable after drinking it." Xiao Moye said in a low voice.
"But I'm not too uncomfortable now." After vomiting, she is already more comfortable than before, not to mention that she has drunk half of the sober soup.
Chu Huan looked at Xiao Moye expectantly, hoping that he would let her stop drinking this ugly thing.
It's a pity that it didn't have any effect. He coaxed her patiently and said, "There is only half left, just drink it."
"It's not for you to drink, of course you said that." She murmured, drunk, even if her mind is at least half sober at the moment, she is even more childish than usual.
His thin lips lifted, "Then I will drink with you!"
She was startled, but when she watched him raise the bowl and took a sip from the edge of the bowl, she suddenly understood what he meant.
His thin lips, moist, and sober soup were held in his mouth. He leaned down, his warm breath sprayed on her face, and his lips were almost touching her lips...