At this time, Su Nianqin was inviting a group of people to dinner with Peng Danqi at an Italian restaurant on the other side of the city, turning Peng Danqi's private invitation into a small business meeting table.
Sang Wuyan's loud voice came out from the receiver, and everyone present could hear it clearly.
She burped, and her anger turned into a crying voice as she continued, "Why are you so fickle? Su Nianqin, you are an absolute fickle-minded person, a big bad guy." Then she began to sob into the phone.
Su Nianqin stood up and left her seat, and angrily asked, "Why did you drink so much? Is there anyone next to you?"
"No. There is... Li Lulu." Sang Wuyan burst into tears.
"Where are you?" Su Nianqin tried hard to remain patient.
"I... why should I tell you?" Sang Wuyan pouted and wiped his nose.
"Where's Li Lulu? Let her answer the phone." Su Nianqin felt that she couldn't communicate with her.
"I... why... why should I let her talk to you, if you want... just let her answer the phone." Even though she was drunk, she did not forget to argue with him in a crying voice.
"Sang Wuyan!" he scolded.
Sang Wuyan ignored him and started crying into the phone again.
"Sang Wuyan! I told you to tell Li Lulu to answer the phone! Now! Right now!" Su Nianqin burst out as expected and yelled into the phone. Suddenly, everyone in the restaurant looked at this handsome man with an angry face in surprise.
Without Sang Wuyan saying anything, Li Lulu had already heard Su Nianqin's roar. She hurriedly took the phone from Sang Wuyan, "Hello, Mr. Su, this is Li Lulu."
Su Nianqin took a deep breath and tried to regain her polite tone and said, "Ms. Li, where are you now?"
Li Lulu hurriedly gave the address of the hot pot restaurant.
While Su Nianqin asked Xiao Qin to call a taxi, she said, "Miss Li, I beg you to take good care of Wu Yan before we arrive."
"Okay." Li Lulu rarely followed the instructions of a strange man so obediently. Although his words were extremely polite, they contained an irresistible majesty.
He is a very manly person, Li Lulu thought as she hung up the phone. He is a little different from his handsome and elegant appearance.
When Su Nianqin arrived, Sang Wuyan was resting his head on Li Lulu's shoulder with a bottle of wine in his arms.
"How much did you drink?" Su Nianqin put Sang Wuyan in the car and turned around to ask.
"Four bottles of beer, and I drank half of it." Li Lulu said innocently.
"Where do you live? I'll send someone to take you back."
"No, no, I can go by myself."
"It's too late now. It's inconvenient for you to be alone. And thank you for taking care of Wu Yan."
"I am also responsible for her misbehavior today. How can she still thank me?" Li Lulu said apologetically.
"No, not just today, you've always taken good care of her, so thank you."
While talking to Su Nianqin, Xiao Qin had already called a car to take Li Lulu away.
Still a man who cannot be refused, Li Lulu thought to herself as she got into the car.
Along the way, Sang Wuyan became restless again. She made noises and struggles until she was exhausted before they reached the downstairs of the hotel. Su Nianqin tried to hug her, but she screamed and bit, and even scratched a deep cut on Su Nianqin's face with her claws.
When they returned to the room, Su Nianqin had just put her on the sofa and felt that she was still holding the cold beer bottle like a treasure, and there was something inside.
"Bring it here!" The tyrant gave the order with a sullen face.
"No." Sang Wuyan hugged it tightly to his chest.
"Give it to me." Tyrants are generally reluctant to repeat their instructions multiple times.
Not only did she not listen, she shrank to the other side, far away from him, squatting in the corner of the sofa with her shoes on.
He finally lost his patience and sat down to take tough measures.
Sang Wuyan struggled against him by kicking and biting, while letting out an ear-shattering scream.
Xiao Qin ran over in a panic. Seeing this scene, she said with a bit of a smile: "Mr. Su, Miss Sang is drunk. In this situation, we can only coax her." She glanced at Su Nianqin's hands that were tightly holding Sang Wuyan's wrists, "Besides, you will hurt her by doing this."
Su Nianqin was startled, and when he heard Xiao Qin's words, he quickly let go, and then coughed twice a little awkwardly. Coax her well? He never knew how to coax a woman.
Xiao Qin understood and explained in a low voice: "You should follow her in everything she wants to do, and speak softly as well."
After she finished speaking, she felt that it was a bit redundant for her to stay here. "I'll go back first. Mr. Su, if you need help later, call me and I'll be right over."
Xiao Qin had been gone for a long time, but Sang Wuyan was still on guard against him as if he were an enemy.
Su Nianqin slowly walked over and said, "Wuyan, give me the bottle."
"No," she muttered.
"It would be very uncomfortable if wine spilled on your body. And what if it fell and broke into pieces? I can't see it, so what if it cuts you?" He tried to make his tone sound gentle and began to learn to coax her.
"It won't break." She argued with him like a child, but her attitude was much calmer.
"Then...then just hold it." Su Nianqin understood Xiao Qin's words while patiently putting them into practice.
"Okay." Sang Wuyan smiled foolishly.
When Su Nianqin heard her laugh, his expression began to relax. He opened his arms and said, "Come here, I'll hug you."
She asked hesitantly, "Who are you?"
"Who do you say I am?" Upon hearing this, Su Nianqin became angry again and raised her voice.
Sang Wuyan immediately moved a foot away, then shrank back.
"How should I know who you are?" she said, frowning. "You must be a jerk."
"I'm Su Nianqin." He lowered his voice again.
He surrendered and he repented.
"impossible."
"How is it impossible?" Su Nianqin's face fell.
"Su Nianqin would never talk to me like that. He would only yell: Sang Wuyan, shut up, Sang Wuyan, go away, Sang Wuyan, stop making noise."
Su Nianqin felt a little sad when she heard these words, "I will try not to lose my temper with you in the future."
"What do you mean by try your best?"
"That's how it usually is."
"real?"
"Really. Wu Yan, come here, I want to hug you."
She stopped making noise, and obediently stepped over the sofa cushion and sat on his lap, then obediently let Su Nianqin take off her shoes.
"I can't imagine what you've done to my clothes and this sofa." He put the bottle on the coffee table and her shoes on the coffee table as well.
"Why do you put the shoes on the table?" Sang Wuyan asked him, tilting his head.
"Because no matter where I put it you'll kick it into the middle of the road and make me trip, and that's the safest place."
"Am I that bad?"
"More than that. One time you left the kettle on the stove without replacing it, and I got burned."
"I don't remember."
"That's because you were drunk, otherwise you would never have forgotten. You cried so hard at that time, and I had to pretend that I didn't feel any pain at all and went to comfort you again." Su Nianqin habitually rested his chin on her shoulder and gently stroked her hair back and forth.
He could smell Sang Wuyan's alcoholic scent lingering in his nose, and her breathing became unusually heavy due to drunkenness. She was quiet for a long time, making Su Nianqin almost think she was asleep.
Suddenly, Sang Wuyan moved in his arms and raised her fingers to touch his eyelashes.
"It looks longer this way." She sighed, "Why are they so dense? They're like little fans. Can I pull them off and grow them on my eyes?"
Su Nianqin smiled.
"You smiled," Sang Wuyan responded with a silly smile, "From now on, you are only allowed to smile at me, otherwise it will make other women want to commit a crime." She continued to touch his nose.
Su Nianqin couldn't stand the itch anymore, so he grabbed her hand and kissed it gently on his lips.
"Nianqin, you belong to me only, okay?"
Su Nianqin was silent for a while and then replied, "I originally belonged to you alone."
"What about her?"
"There is no such thing as her. Everything is over. Really, nothing." Su Nianqin said with his eyes closed.
"Tell me you are mine."
"good."
"Go ahead."
"you are mine."
"Yeah." Sang Wuyan smiled contentedly, then fell on his chest a little tiredly.
After a long while, she straightened up suddenly and said, "Something is not right."
"What's wrong?"
"You got it backwards."
Su Nianqin raised his eyebrows, "It seems that you are quite clear-headed. Then I won't be polite." Then he put her on the bed, took off her coat and kissed her.
Sang Wuyan protested: "You haven't said it yet."
"I am yours. Su Nianqin belongs to Sang Wuyan, forever and ever." He placed his hot lips on the snow-white skin of her chest.
"Nothing?"
He stopped and found that she had no reaction, only heavy breathing due to drunkenness.
Sang Wuyan actually fell asleep.
The next day, when she woke up, Su Nianqin had already gone out.
There was breakfast and hangover soup on the table outside. Sang Wuyan was starving and had a terrible headache, so she finished the food in a few bites and took a shower. She found clothes in her size in the bathroom, probably prepared by Xiao Qin.
After cleaning herself she fell back to sleep.
She thought of Su Nianqin's words, "There is no such thing as her, everything is over," and a sweet smile appeared on her face. There were also three most important words that Su Nianqin did not say to her, and she pondered them before falling asleep.
She didn't know when she fell asleep when she heard a noise outside the bedroom. She ran out happily and saw Xiao Qin.
"Where's Su Nianqin?"
"Mr. Su is taking a shower." Xiao Qin explained with a smile, looking towards the bathroom. Su Nianqin always had a habit of taking a shower whenever he came back from going out, to wash away all the strange smells he had picked up outside.
As they were talking, the bathroom door opened.
Su Nianqin had wet hair, her upper body was naked, and she was only wrapped in a white bath towel underneath.
Xiao Qin said: "Mr. Su, Miss Sang is awake."
Sang Wuyan stood facing the bathroom door, staring at Su Nianqin blankly, from top to bottom, from the face to the key parts that were covered.
Su Nianqin, who was standing at the bathroom door, seemed to have finally noticed Sang Wuyan's gaze. He had occasionally appeared in front of Xiao Qin like this before, and he didn't think it was a big deal. But now that Sang Wuyan was suddenly there, he felt a little awkward, so he forced himself to remain calm and said, "I'll go in and change my clothes."
"It doesn't matter. I've seen her wearing even less." Sang Wuyan said.
Su Nianqin almost bumped into the bedroom door when he heard this. This woman actually made him look bad in front of his subordinates.
Xiao Qin was used to it, but now he felt a little embarrassed, so he left quietly.
Sang Wuyan walked over and stood in front of Su Nianqin, "I have something to ask you, it's very important."
"Let me put on my clothes first." Su Nianqin said in a low voice.
Sang Wuyan looked down at his lower body and said, "This is good. You are usually cuter when you are naked than usual, but you don't like to tell the truth when you put on clothes."
Su Nianqin was speechless.
Then Sang Wuyan closed his eyes and said in one breath: "Su Nianqin, I love you." At this moment, Sang Wuyan felt that the two of them were really funny. Three years ago, when he confessed to Su Nianqin for the first time, she was topless, and the second time, Su Nianqin was topless.
Su Nianqin's expression gradually softened, and her eyelashes moved.
She paused and asked again: "So do you love me? And only me?"
Sang Wuyan once heard that men with long eyelashes are the most sentimental. She waited anxiously for Su Nianqin's answer, and that second seemed to last for a hundred years. Water drops dripped down the tip of Su Nianqin's hair, and the surroundings were so quiet that one could almost hear the dripping sound of the water drops falling.
Then Su Nianqin stretched out his arms and held her to his chest, saying: "Love, only love you, even more important than my life."
Sang Wuyan originally thought that she had prepared well enough, but unfortunately her tears still flowed out. She leaned on Su Nianqin's chest and burst into tears. Su Nianqin didn't say anything, letting her cry as if to vent, with his hands around her waist and his chin on top of her head, very gentle.
After a long time, Sang Wuyan stopped sobbing, wiped her tears, sniffed and said, "Su Nianqin."
"Um."
"Your towel slipped off."