Feng Qi has seldom got drunk in the past few years, as the company grows bigger and bigger, fewer and fewer people dare to drink to him, and his drinking capacity is getting better and better.
I got drunk tonight, I drank it myself.
The woman who hadn't seen her for a long time was holding her husband's arm. She was gentle and pleasant, and she was smiling. The tall man kept her in his arms. He frowned when he saw her carrying the red wine glass, and told the waiter to warm up the milk after changing it.
Holding on to the roadside tree and throwing up for a long time, I felt my internal organs were vomited and rolled, and my thoughts drifted farther and farther, and the driver was half-supporting and dragging on the walk.
It's already two o'clock in the morning, the neighborhood is quiet, only the light white street lights are on, the driver supports Feng Qi out of the elevator, a slight wind blows over, Feng Qi's eyes are already completely drunk and wrinkled in the darkness. Frowning but still domineering.
The driver rang the doorbell, feeling a little apprehensive, but there was no better choice now.
There was a slight sound in the room, and the soft voice was hoarse, "Here we come."
Falling asleep and being woken up without anger.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer, the driver looked at the anti-theft door, and the cat's eye was opened first, and the warm lights in the room rushed out, and it seemed to bring heat to the clothes.
Qingruo opened the door, her eyes were foggy, her hair was loose in the back, she was wearing pajamas and a shawl, she was obviously surprised to see Feng Qi who was half leaning against the driver, but her voice was not loud, "Mr. Feng?"
Feng Qi half-closed his eyes, and only had the aura to bluff, but he himself was speechless. The driver smiled, and after following Feng Qi for several years, the corners of his mouth were naturally sharp, "Sorry, Miss Song, Mr. Feng had some wine, is it convenient for you?"
In fact, it's really just a courtesy, if Qing Ruo won't refuse, her address number and photo were handed over by her manager after finding Feng Qi's assistant, to put it bluntly, it's just some transactional elements, Feng Qi is just trying to curry favor There were too many, the driver only wanted to send him to the nearest one, and before today's dinner, Feng Qi handed the driver the card with her address written on it in the car, the meaning is self-evident.
It's just that he didn't expect Feng Qi to meet An Qi tonight and get drunk, probably the assistant hasn't contacted Qing Ruo yet.
Qing Ruo nodded, she had completed the handover ceremony and helped Feng Qi over.
Feng Qi is worthy of his reputation of being a disaster these past few years, already drunk, he leaned on Qing Ruo's shoulder and took a few breaths, the corner of his mouth curved evilly and provocatively, "It smells so good~"
The driver was still standing at the door, pretending he didn't hear it, and was about to turn around and leave without looking, but Qing Ruo spoke first, "Excuse me, please go slowly."
The driver looked at her from the side, and it was a bit difficult to support Feng Qi's body, but his smile was extremely gentle and beautiful under the light. Nodded and turned to leave.
Feng Qi thought that after a hangover, he would have a headache or a series of discomforts, not to mention that he was really drunk last night and lost consciousness at all.
I blinked but didn't feel a headache. I took two breaths, and there was a very faint smell of magnolia in the air, which was very comfortable and clean.
After getting used to the light, Feng Qi opened his eyes and sat up.
It is an unfamiliar scene, the light wooden wardrobe is on the left, with a few towels hanging on it, and the floor-to-ceiling windows are on the right, with the curtains drawn, the light is just right between light and dark.
Opposite the corner of the bed is a small desk.
Unlike a hotel, although the layout is very similar, it is more like a guest room at home. The hotel can make people feel strange, but here, the strange things are only the objects, and the atmosphere is relaxing.
It was rare that he didn't want to use his head, Feng Qi lazily leaned against the head of the bed, squinted his eyes and turned his head sideways, the sunlight shining on him through the curtains was already very gentle and comfortable.
The clothes on his body were not his shirts, they were soft, but a little short, and his lower body was wearing his own suit pants. The handmade suit pants were already stained and wrapped around his legs after a night's sleep.
Feng Qi didn't feel embarrassed, he lifted the quilt when he was too lazy and got up, there were slippers beside the bed, they looked new, light blue, with some floral flowers on them, Feng Qi put them on, with half of his heels outside , twitching the corner of his mouth inexplicably. The socks on his feet were gone, Feng Qi didn't like to step on the floor with bare feet, let alone don't know where it is now, so he could only squeeze forward as if to comfort himself.
The room was not big, there was no bathroom, and Feng Qi didn't see the mirror, so he brushed his hair and opened the light wood door.
The door of the room is facing the living room. The living room is not big, but the layout is very warm. The table is covered with a European-style tablecloth. There are flower pots, fruit baskets and a small box on it. Feng Qi picked it up and smiled meaningfully. Unknown, inside is his mobile phone and the things in his suit pocket last night.
There are some plush dolls and pillows on the sofa, and there is a bookshelf next to it. The books are a bit messy, but it makes people feel comfortable and relaxed.
Feng Qi went to the living room and looked around, there was a clock with a cartoon frame hanging on the wall, it was past eleven o'clock.
There is noise from the kitchen.
Feng Qi twitched the corners of his mouth, recalling last night in his mind, and really couldn't remember which beauty's house he was in now, but he was a little surprised to wake up and fall asleep alone in the morning.
On the way to the kitchen, I turned my head and saw the balcony. The living room is not big, but the balcony is not small. There are flowers planted on one side, a small table and soft chairs, and a clothes hanger on the other side. The sun is shining freely in the wind. A black suit, a white shirt, and two white socks held in wooden clips.
The picture is inexplicably joyful and warm.
Feng Qi was so dazed that someone had already uttered a voice at the door of the kitchen, "Mr. Feng is awake?"
Feng Qi turned his head and looked over, smiling gently and appropriately, his mind turned around, like the little star that his assistant handed over two days ago, what's his name
"Yeah. Wake up."
Qing Ruo smiled lightly, took the things in her hand and put them on the dining table, and didn't ask him if he slept well, but just pointed to the location of the bathroom, "Over there is the bathroom."
She was wearing an apron with the mall's logo printed on it, like a gift from an event. She was wearing a white sweater underneath, her hair was loosely pulled back, and she wore light-colored jeans.
Presumably with or without makeup? Looking at her almost plain white cheeks, Feng Qi thought a little uncertainly.
Nodding while walking in the direction of her finger.
There are new towels, new toothbrushes, and even new mouthwash cups on the washstand. While brushing his teeth, Feng Qi looked down at the cotton T-shirt on his body, thinking that this guy is quite interesting, and he can be kept for a while.
Mr. Feng, who came out of the bathroom, was so handsome that everyone was angry. There was something for hair care on the sink, but in other people's homes, Feng Qi didn't have the habit of using things that other people used. He just flicked his hair casually with his hands. Coupled with the somewhat short T-shirt on his body, he lost two points of his usual sternness, and his soft hair looked approachable.
The food is already on the table, and Qing Ruo is standing by the table to set the chopsticks. When she bends down a little, the hair from the back will swing to the front, with a strand or two lingering on the other side, which seems to be a deliberate hairstyle.
Qing Ruo opened the chair for Feng Qi, he had a cup of hot soybean milk in his hand, and the dishes on the table were all light vegetables, even polenta in front of him.
He probably knew why he was so drunk last night but didn't feel sick when he got up this morning, and he didn't know whether he vomited or not last night.
Feng Qi picked up his chopsticks and started to eat, waiting for her to ask for credit, but he was in a really good mood this morning, even if he wanted a movie heroine with a big investment, he would give it to him.
Feng Qi tilted his head and looked at her eyes, um, she really has no makeup, she doesn't look like she has been cut, her facial features are exquisite, her skin is very fair, especially her eyes, which are big and bright, and can talk.
Sensing his gaze, Qingruo raised her head and tilted her head in doubt, "Huh?"
Yes, talk.
Feng Qi curled his lips, this kind of person hasn't been popular in the entertainment industry for five years, it can only be said that he was unlucky or his superiors committed crimes, so now it's time to prepare and work hard
"Do you like movies or TV shows?" Feng Qi said directly, his tone was mild.
"Movie." Qing Ruo didn't hesitate.
Feng Qi is no exception, the income from TV dramas and movies is not at the same level at all.
"The filming time is short. When the TV series is going to be filmed in other places, I won't be able to come back for a long time." Qing Ruo explained, seeing that he completely ignored the plate of bitter gourd in his hand, and turned to push him in front of him with the back of his hand.
Feng Qi naturally saw her little movements, and just pretended he didn't see them. He didn't expect that she would give such a reason in a serious manner, and said with a smile, "Loving home is not bad, either."
Although he didn't suffer from a hangover, his appetite was not very good. It was rare that the corn porridge was boiled just right, soft and slightly sweet, and Feng Qi actually felt a little bit full after drinking two bowls.
The phone was muted, Feng Qi sat in the living room and called his assistant, while Qing Ruo was washing dishes in the kitchen.
Feng Qi sat on the sofa in a bold manner, raised his long legs and placed them casually on the table, looking at the blue women's slippers dangling on them, he thought it was funny, it's rare that he didn't pay for a bed activity but a meal .
Chu Yang had already learned from the driver that he was drunk last night and was now in the beauty's nest. Seeing that he called at this time, he must have just woken up. "President Feng, should the 2:30 meeting be postponed?"
"No, on time, come pick me up with a suit."
Looking at Youjuan who was full of energy, Chu Yang was taken aback for a moment, and quickly responded, "Okay."
Qing Ruo came out of the kitchen after washing the dishes, her apron had been taken off, there was hand cream on the cabinet by the living room, Qing Ruo unscrewed the lid, and naturally asked Feng Qi who was sitting on the sofa in a daze, "Why don't you turn on the TV? "
Feng Qi turned his head to look at her, two slender and slender hands overlapped each other, the picture of ten fingers going back and forth was very nice, "Go ahead and watch the afternoon news."
"En." Qing Ruo nodded, walked over to turn on the TV, tuned to the news channel and sat on the side sofa.
Feng Qi was watching the noon news, Qingruo leaned on the sofa with one elbow, dragged his chin with his palm and tilted his head, feeling sleepy. He was woken up at that time last night, and then made him hangover soup, washed and changed his clothes, and then he was afraid He had a headache this morning and sat on the edge of the bed rubbing his acupuncture points for half an hour, tossing and tossing until four o'clock in the morning before falling asleep.
Feng Qi tilted his head to look at her, thinking about when she was going to ask for something, or whether he should give her something sweet first.
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a movie heroine,
One room, one meal.
This sale seems to be a loss for me.
—[Black box]