Seeing the car driving far away, He Yating then turned her eyes to Qiu Shaoyun. It was so heavy that it was really hard to help him upstairs by himself alone, so she had to ask the security guard on duty to help.

"Grandma, do you still need help?" Baoquan asked considerately after successfully putting Qiu Shaoyun on the bed.

"Oh! No, thank you!" He Yating smiled. She was always very polite and polite to Yun Jian Lingtao's members, and never pretended to be a wife, and she felt that there was nothing to show off.

He let out a light breath and felt that he loved to get drunk. Every time he got drunk, it seemed to be related to him. He didn't know what he was capable of, and he could actually control his emotions.

He reached out and took off his coat with care. Then he entered the bathroom, twisted a towel with warm water and gently wiped his face.

His eyebrows were very thick. If he looked at this alone, he would give people a very fierce feeling, but if he combined his outstanding facial features, he looked so just right, with a little domineering spirit in his warmth.

His eyes couldn't help but soften, and his fingertips stopped unconsciously between his eyebrows, pressing gently.

Even she herself didn't notice such a kind of care. After she realized it, she panickedly withdrew her hand. What's wrong with her? Isn't it enough to be injured once? She was foolishly touched by him.

I rubbed my hands nervously, it must be just an illusion. How could I be moved by him? It’s not that I don’t know what kind of person he is. Previously, the report about him was the existence of a playboy, and how could he change for himself?

"Water..." a murmur sounded, pulling back her messy thoughts.

"Oh! I'll pour you water right away." He Yating just escaped from the bedroom. The amount of information she felt was too large, so no wonder she ran away in panic.

After thinking about it for a long time in the living room, she put away her mind and poured water upstairs. When she stood at the door, she took a deep breath before pushing open the door and entering.

He walked to the edge of the bed and placed the water on the head of the bed. Then he sat down sideways, reached out and helped him up.

"Come on, drink water." He picked up the cup, leaned close to his lips, and his heart was beating. This was a feeling he had not had before, but at the moment when he realized the Tao and moved him, everything seemed to have changed.

After he let him drink several sips of water, he put him back on the bed. What he wondered was that he would always be unable to get along with him after he got drunk, but tonight was very quiet, as well as a kind-hearted baby.

She pulled the quilt for him. Looking at such a person, her thoughts were constantly moving, but what she was most grateful was that he still came back and did not ignore him.

Gift? She was stunned for a moment and couldn't help but open her mouth wide. She actually used a very humble word. What's wrong? Could it be that she has developed feelings for him over the past few days? This is an area that she especially dare not involve.

I bit my lip and tried hard to suppress the upset from the bottom of my heart. I felt that I must be too tired today, so I had the illusion. Forget it, I should go take a shower and go to bed! Perhaps after waking up, everything will return to the original trajectory.

But what she didn't know was that at the moment she was asleep, the drunken and unconscious person next to her suddenly opened his eyes, without any sign of being drunk.

Qiu Shaoyun was not drunk in fact, but just drank a little too much. The reason why he was drunk was undoubtedly to give the two sides a step to avoid causing disputes again.

With her gentle fingertips, she carefully touched her slightly swollen face. Such force would never be He Yurou's masterpiece. If the inference is correct, it should be from the old thief He Junqi.

"Silly woman, why do you always stand up and get beaten and won't dodge for a while?" She whispered and then tiptoed out of bed, went downstairs to find a medical box before getting up again.

The ointment was left last time. I got Xiao Xu out and gently rubbed it on her face. Maybe it was because of the coldness that made her turn away in disgust.

Qiu Shaoyun smiled docilely. No matter how many times she hurt herself, as long as she sees her lying beside her, she feels extremely relieved, as if she is satisfied with the whole world.

He Junqi, as he guessed, could not be so easy to be satisfied, but he didn't know why he came to the door this time.

My heart was inexplicably a little irritated. In the past, I would never have thought that I would be upset about such things today. You must know that he has never cared about women. He finally took it seriously, but it was so difficult to get what he wanted.

He pushed the door out of the terrace. He rarely smoked, but unexpectedly lit one for himself, but he clamped it in his hand for a long time and didn't take a sip.

Tonight's wine cannot relieve one's worries. On the contrary, it becomes heavier. Tonight's smoke cannot make one's mind confused. On the contrary, it becomes clearer.

It seems that there is not only one Du Muchen, but the entire He family. If these problems are not completely solved, I believe that quarrels like tonight will continue to appear in my future life.

He Yating slowly opened her eyes. He was not drunk. So what was everything he did before?

The eyes, through the light, stayed on the lonely figure on the terrace, and there was a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

A coat quietly spread on his body. In an instant, his originally cold body felt a hint of warmth.

"You haven't slept." Turning around, he looked at her with frown.

"Aren't you drunk?" She smiled mockingly. She was already asleep, but when the cold ointment was applied to her face, she woke up instantly, but she didn't expose him on the spot.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry for what happened tonight." As a man, he should be relaxed and relaxed, and he seemed to always only care about his own feelings and forgot to think from her standpoint.

"It's okay, it's because I'm too sensitive." He always built the relationship between the two on the system of helping and helping at the beginning, which made him feel that he was shorter in front of him. To put it bluntly, it was self-esteem that was causing trouble.

"Your father has asked you, right? What are his conditions this time?" He reached out and pulled her into his arms. The cold wind at night was very cold, so he was afraid that she would catch a cold.
Chapter completed!