Feng Sujin is actually quite dishonest sometimes when sleeping. She likes to toss, especially after falling asleep after drinking.
Jun Mohan got up several times during the night, and every time he could only sigh helplessly, hug Feng Sujin, cover the two of them with quilts, and then go back to sleep.
The next day, when Feng Sujin woke up, she felt a headache and felt uncomfortable all over.
When Feng Sujin opened her eyes, she saw the person working on the table next to the bed, and she was in a daze, "Mo Han."
When Jun Mohan heard the voice, he put down the documents and pen, stood up, sat down beside the bed, and touched Feng Sujin's head, "You're awake, are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
"Where am I?"
Jun Mohan looked at Feng Sujin's dazed look and flicked her head, "Don't you remember what happened last night?"
Only then did Feng Sujin think about the scene before going to bed. As she thought about it, her face changed, and in the end she blushed so much that she wished she couldn't sleep again.
Even though she was drunk, she still had some vague impressions.
She looked at Jun Mohan again and saw ambiguous marks on his neck and chest.
"Yesterday, yesterday, I..."
Feng Sujin stuttered now, not knowing what to say. She reached out and hit her head, "It hurts, I can't remember."
Jun Mohan straightened Feng Sujin's hair and held her hand down, "I still know it hurts. How come I don't know I get a headache when I drink."
Feng Sujin thought about the reason why she drank, and the corner of her mouth curled up with a bitter smile. Knowing that she had made Jun Mohan worried, she lowered her head with a guilty conscience.
Feng Sujin looked like a child who made mistakes. Jun Mohan really didn't know what to do with her.
Jun Mohan held Feng Sujin's hand and asked softly: "Do you know that drinking alcohol is wrong?"
Feng Sujin felt Jun Mohan's gentle tone and quickly promised: "I promise not to drink too much next time."
Jun Mohan sighed, held her in his arms, and patted her back, "It's okay if you know you were wrong. Get up and I'll take you home."
After Feng Sujin finished washing herself, she finally woke up. Thinking of what happened yesterday, she wished she could slap herself a few more times.
Sitting in the car and walking home, Feng Sujin peeked at Jun Mohan several times and felt that something was wrong with her Mr. Jun. He was too silent.
Feng Sujin pursed her lips and said, "Mo Han, aren't you going to work today?"
"Well, I won't go."
Feng Sujin couldn't find anything to talk about for a while. When she got home, Jun Mohan handed something to Feng Sujin, rolled up his sleeves and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
No matter what, he couldn't bear to starve his wife.
Feng Sujin was stunned for a moment, then opened the thing in her hand and saw that it was the special video recorder she had given to Zou Rudan before.
Feng Sujin's expression changed. She opened it and took a look. It was a few blurry shots of Zou Rudan and Nalan Yunqing. Others could easily tell, but she knew it was these two people. Although there was no trace of ambiguity, they were Appearing in one scene and one room, Xia Sixuan's jealousy was enough to stimulate her.
Feng Sujin ran to the kitchen, seemed to think of something, paused in her steps, and then gently pulled off Jun Mohan's shirt, "Mo Han—"
Feng Sujin's tone was soft and delicate, with a hint of coquettishness.
Such a voice made Jun Mohan's heart soften, his expression softened, and he turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"
"This, how did you get this?"
She thought that Nalan Yunqing had discovered everything and would leave no trace, but she didn't expect that there was this. She didn't know how Jun Mohan got it.