Shi Tonghe frowned, looked up at him and hesitated: "Hey, you..."

He paused mid-sentence and then shook his head repeatedly.

The smile on Dean Li's face grew wider. He thought that the editor Ning Chunyan had hired was too reckless. He had to find the situation in front of so many people and prevent Shi Tonghe from coming to Taiwan.

What he just meant was to hint that the prince was being arrogant and letting Shi Shuqiu go. If he could make friends with the Shi family in the future, he would get benefits that no one could ask for on their knees, especially for someone like him who majored in Chinese and was involved in the publishing industry.

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In the end, he just didn't understand.

It's not that Wang Zixu doesn't understand, he understands everything, he just doesn't want to understand.

You, Shi Tonghe, feel sorry for your precious son, so you can just write off the three glasses of wine that you finally managed to persuade. Why didn’t you just let me drink on behalf of Ning Chun at the banquet? If I don’t drink, I won’t give you face. If I persuade you to drink, I won’t give you face. I dare you, Shi Tonghe, to give you too much face.

Right?

Shi Shuqiu relied on his status to go to the stage and say that the little prince was a girl, and he had to personally approve it. His prince was used to being bullied, and he had no temper to bully you casually. How could Ning Chunyan be bullied casually?

He didn't agree.

He tilted his head and looked at Shi Shuqiu: "Master Shi won't break his promise, right?"

Shi Shuqiu stood up, with the same expression as Ning Chunyan just now, filled the wine glass in his hand, raised it high in front of his face, and said:

"One cup."

Having said that, drink up.

"Two glasses."

Drink again.

When he was pouring the third glass, his hand was already shaking and he was a little unsteady on his feet. The person next to him came over to help him: "Forget it, forget it." He pushed him away and the wine spilled on the floor.

"Three...cups."

Shi Shuqiu raised his head, his throat rolled, and he swallowed the third glass with difficulty. Wang Zixu stared at the empty wine in his glass, then returned to his seat as if he had retired, and picked up his chopsticks to eat.

"vomit……"

Not long after Shi Shuqiu sat down, he vomited all over the floor. Someone immediately got up and called the waiter.

Wang Zixu was not in the mood to eat anymore. He suddenly remembered that Ning Chunyan was still in the bathroom and had not moved for a long time. He didn't know if he was hiding from the wine or was really lying in there, so he hurried over and knocked on the door.

After knocking several times but no one answered, I reached out and pushed. Fortunately, the door was not on the threshold. When I went in, I found that the situation was worse than I imagined. Ning Chunyan, who always loved cleanliness, hugged the toilet and made a lunge with her legs.

Sitting on the ground, leaning the side of his head on the toilet seat, his eyes closed, he didn't know whether he was asleep or awake.

Wang Zixu closed the door and hurriedly stepped forward to help her up. Ning Chunyan's body was weak and boneless, her head leaned on his shoulder, and there were still food residues on the corners of her mouth.

Wang Zixu patted her face, but found no movement. He thought she might be suffering from alcohol poisoning, so he didn't care to avoid suspicion, so he took off his clothes and put them on her body, picked her up and rushed out.

After briefly talking to the people at the banquet, who were all taking care of Shi Shuqiu and no one cared about him, Wang Zixu hurriedly kicked the door and left, called a taxi and went to a nearby hospital.

While waiting for the car outside, Ning Chunyan woke up slightly when the cool breeze blew. When Wang Zixu carried her into the car, she woke up completely.

"What are you doing?"

Wang Zixu looked surprised: "Are you okay?"

"You don't want me anymore?"

Wang Zixu got into the car and said to the driver in the front seat: "Go to the hospital."

Ning Chunyan was furious: "Even Kapibala like you doesn't want me anymore, what's the use of my life? If that's the case, then I won't pretend anymore and go to Rock Kingdom!"

The driver turned back in confusion: "Where are you going?"

"Go to the hospital."

Ning Chunyan fell on Wang Zixu and cried. She squeezed his thighs hard with her hands and gritted her teeth: "I hate it!"

The driver finally started the car and headed towards the hospital. Wang Zixu stood in the back seat and grimaced in pain. It took him a long time to pry her hand away. As a result, she tilted her body and lay directly on his lap, waving her pink fists in the air.

He was hit squarely on the chin twice, making stars appear in his eyes.

"You only want to win one person's heart, and you won't show any mercy. Your words are better than your singing. What qualifications do you have to make my black hair grow like frost? There's no time, take me to Rock Kingdom!"

The driver said: "It cost 200 yuan on the bus."

Wang Zixu finally took Ning Chunyan to the hospital. The doctor judged that there was no need for injections. Even if injections were needed, she would not cooperate and finally prescribed some sobering medicine. So Wang Zixu took her back to her home.

With a moment of anger, the venue was found for Ning Chun Banquet, but so far, Ning Chun Banquet's plans fell through. Not only did the banquet fail to promote Wang Zixu, but it also brought him connections from two magazines.

He published the article and offended Shi Tonghe. Wang Zixu didn't know how to explain to Ning Chunyan.

But after Wang Zixu offended too many people, he began to have more debts than he needed to worry about. He had his own set of methodology to comfort himself: for people like Shi Tonghe, there would be no obstacles in getting along with the little prince, and he would not benefit from entrusting others to do things.

Even coming here felt like a huge insult, and he felt extremely distressed after pouring three glasses of wine on his son. If he is really jealous and wants to seek revenge, it means that this person is hard to please and easy to offend. Staying away is the best option.

Good, otherwise you will suffer a lot in the future.

Wang Zixu didn't know how to explain to Ning Chunyan when she woke up, but he would naturally leave tomorrow's affairs to worry about tomorrow, so he would have a good sleep today.

Fortunately, Wang Zixu knew the location of her home. Ning Chunyan had a small house of 70 square meters in Donghai, where she lived alone. When he actually carried her downstairs, he hesitated again.

This world always sets up all kinds of traps for men, such as the zipper on the crotch, the copper head on the belt, and the fragrant boneless drunken beauty on the shoulder.

Of course, the third party is not often seen in daily life. At least the risk of the zipper on the crotch is always with a man's life: if you take the little monk out of this thing to go to the toilet, then according to Murphy's law

, sooner or later one day you will be pinched by this thing and scream. This is a man's life trap.

So when Wang Zixu stood downstairs, he hesitated for a moment: I sent the Ning Chun Banquet upstairs to what stage should I go to and leave?

In her current state, it would definitely not be appropriate to throw someone on the sofa and leave. That would be cool, but the next day there might be news about a female writer who choked to death on her own vomit at home.

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It is obviously safer to help her upstairs to wash her face, pick up water and carry the basin, and wait until she regains some consciousness before leaving. But when will she regain her consciousness? Maybe she will stay here for one night. Until tomorrow, he will still be squatting at her house.

, things are unclear.

Ning Chunyan reached out and pulled his cheek: "Kapibala, tell me, what is the meaning of love?"

Wang Zixu raised her arm slightly to her shoulders and said, "Let's go to Rock Kingdom."

Ning Chunyan's eyes lit up, she stopped talking and followed him honestly.

He didn't think about what to do later. He read a couplet in "The Secret of a Little Window" that he admired greatly: making friends must be a bit chivalrous, and being a person must be a bit honest. He is now

You can only rely on a pure impulse, but do good things without worrying about the future.

Go upstairs.

He put Ning Chunyan's arm on his shoulder, holding her wrist with one hand and holding the other around her waist. He tried his best to prevent his hands from touching her, which would make Ning Chunyan uncomfortable for him.

It’s also uncomfortable.

She used a little perfume today, and the unknown fragrance mixed with the fragrance of her usual skin care products, plus the smell of alcohol on her breath, mixed into a wonderful smell, and her soft skin was sweating and powdered.

Yes, you can see the blood vessels.

If her high heels hadn't stepped on his toes, the current situation might have been better.

Finally, he took out the key, opened the door, and brought Ning Chunyan into the room. At this time, she was obedient and kept silent, which made Wang Zixu feel relaxed.

But he suddenly noticed that Ningchun Yan's house was brightly lit, and the lights in the living room were all on.

"Dang Dang!"

A voice came from the living room, and a woman with skin as white as snow came out of the side room and stood in front of him, making eye contact with him.

At that moment, Wang Zi seemed to have returned to many years ago.

She is Chen Qingluo and he is Wang Zixu.

If Chen Qingluo was wearing other clothes besides underwear, the reunion scene might be even more beautiful.
Chapter completed!