Chapter 58 Song Tingyu, Pick Me up (1)

Chapter 58 Song Tingyu, pick me up (1)

Thinking about it, she fell asleep, and not long after that, she was awakened by the vibration of her phone.

She narrowed her eyes and took the phone. She looked at it intently. It was Song Tingyu's number.

She paused for a moment, lost her sleep, and answered the phone, "Song Tingyu..."

"Su Ran, it's me." On the other side of the phone, it was not Song Tingyu's voice, but another gentle voice. Su Ran thought for a moment and recognized the owner of the voice: "Lu Zhan?"

"Yes, are you free now? Come and pick up Trial."

Su Ran sat up, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's drunk. We're at the soho bar, but my wife is feeling unwell. I need to go back and see her, so I want you to pick him up. If you're not free, I'll call Tang Zichu over..." Lu Zhan's voice sounded a little anxious.

"I'll go. You can send the address to my phone later."

Su Ran hung up the phone, changed into his clothes, put on his coat and boots, and drove out with his car keys.

She had never been to the soho bar, but luckily Lu Zhan sent her the address and she found it. Lu zhanren was also very careful, worried that she would go in and look for anything. In such a hurry, he arranged for a waiter to stand by the door and wait for her. As soon as she came in, the uniformed waiter came over and asked, "Mrs. Song?"

Su ran nodded.

"Young master song is here. Come with me."

Su Ran followed the waiter to a private room. There were empty bottles on the floor and on the coffee table. It was obvious that they had drunk a lot before.

Song Tingyu leaned back on the sofa with one hand across his forehead. His coat was thrown aside. His white shirt and tie were nowhere to be found. His collar and cufflinks were unbuttoned.

Su Ran walked over and patted him on the shoulder, "Song Tingyu."

"I think song shao is drunk." The waiter said, "Shall I help you get him out?"

It was impossible for su ran to help Song Tingyu out alone. She nodded, "Thank you for your trouble."

On the way back to the The song family, Su Ran looked at the back of the car through the mirror in front of him.

Song Tingyu was still leaning back in his chair, his eyes closed, and there was no movement.

In Su Ran's opinion, Song Tingyu was no longer such a bad drinker and did not know how much alcohol he had drunk this time.

When she arrived at the The song family, because she had been tossing and turning for a long time, everyone was basically asleep, and it was not good for her to call for help again, so she could only help song ting to meet the building.

This man was really heavy. Su ran had to use all her strength to help him to the room and put him on the bed. She was so weak that she had no strength left.

She sat on the bed, rubbed her aching arms and shoulders, then got up and went to the bathroom to wring a clean towel to wipe his hands and face. He kept his eyes closed and looked really drunk!

Su Ran sighed helplessly, wiped the towel and put it down. She hesitated to help him change into his pajamas. If he didn't, he wouldn't sleep well with these clothes.

She was silent for a moment, but she still reached out to the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned them one by one. Anyway, they had already done what they should and should not have done. What was the use of being shy at this time?

While she was concentrating on unbuttoning, a hand covered the back of her hand.

She froze for a moment, then raised her head and looked into a pair of eyes as deep as an ancient well, which seemed to capture the soul of a person.

Su Ran found his heart beating in a disorderly state.

How could such a pair of eyes look a little drunk?

It was very clear!

She wanted to take her hands back at the moment, but it was too late. Song Tingyu somehow reached out and grabbed her slender shoulders, bringing her whole body to the soft mattress.

She didn't even cry out, but he covered her soft lips with his thin lips.

Su Ran was a little angry, and he rudely exposed him: "Song Tingyu, you pretend to be drunk."

Song Tingyu stared at her with obsidian eyes. After a long time, his thin lips parted and his voice was hoarse, "No, I'm really drunk."

Su Ran naturally didn't believe it and turned around, "You're lying. Get up."

"Su Ran, I'm really drunk." He opened his mouth slowly, and his breath sprayed on her skin.

"I don't believe you." Can drunk people have such clear eyes? Can you press her shoulder so accurately that she can't move?

At this moment, she even suspected that this was a prank from this man.

But she didn't know why he tricked her into going to the soho bar to pick him up.

Song Tingyu pinched her cheeks with his long, beautiful, bony fingers and turned her face back to face himself, "Then tell me if I'm not drunk? Why am I filled with your shadow, your face, your voice, the way you speak, the way you cry?"

"Tell me, why?"

Su Ran's face was pinched by him. He couldn't shift his gaze, so he could only look at him.

So she clearly saw that his eyes were a little hazy when he said these words.

Su Ran was thinking at this moment, if she had never experienced these things before, if she and song ting could have a good start, if she had just met him, she might really believe what he said at this moment, maybe she would really be moved, and really fall into it.

Because this man's eyes are so seductive that when he looks at you deeply, he will make you think that you are the woman he loves the most in the world. He will make you feel that in his eyes, in his heart, there is no room for any other woman except you.

He will give you an illusion of affection.

But she had been through so much with him, and even though they hadn't been together for so long, he left her in a hurry four years ago, and now he's only been back for a few months, she still knows that this isn't true.

She closed her eyes and when she opened them again, her eyes were clear and calm, "Song Tingyu, don't talk to me like that. Just leave it to Bai Zhirui."