"Are you okay?" Xu Hailian ignored Du Tianzi's little grasshopper and asked Ying Xiurui.
Ying Xiurui shook her head, as if trying to keep herself awake, "...It's okay."
Xu Hailian glanced at the empty wine bottle on the table and sighed, "What makes you so upset? Let's go, I'll take you back."
She was the hapless bride-to-be who was caught in the bureau at the engagement ceremony, and she was not as decadent as him.
Fortunately, she is tall and strong. Although Ying Xiurui is also tall, she will be able to help him back.
"You said..." Halfway, Ying Xiurui asked her suddenly, "Does she not like me at all?"
Xu Hailian was stunned for a moment, and understood what he was talking about.
"Who knows this?" Perhaps thinking of her own affairs, she said in a low voice, "I have always understood that An Mingchen does not like me, but there is no such confusion."
"He doesn't like you, it's his stupidity." Ying Xiurui seemed to comfort her.
"I feel the same way," Xu Hailian gave an open-minded smile. When she arrived at the door of his room, Ying Xiurui staggered, and she hurriedly stabilized him and let him lean on her shoulder.
"Give me the room card." She touched his pocket and finally found it in the pocket of her pants. She just pulled out her hand, but Ying Xiurui held it down.
"Mengmeng..." He turned his head to her, put his forehead against her neck, "Don't touch me, I can't help it..."
Xu Hailian sighed again, "I'm opening the door."
In fact, it is not necessary for Ying Xiurui to say, she also thinks that he and Du Mengmeng feel weird.
The two were a cooperative marriage, she had known it a long time ago.
It's just that she didn't expect Ying Xiurie to fall into it...
She brushed open the door, helped him into the room, put him in place, looked at Ying Xiurui lying on the bed, shaking her head a little uncomfortably, she went to get a wet towel to spread his forehead to reduce his discomfort.
"You won't know that she is actually with..." She was about to say it, thinking about it and swallowing it, "Forget it, I hope you will be happy in the future, maybe some feelings can be cultivated after marriage."
Ying Xiurui seemed to be calm, Xu Hailian took away the wet towel and was about to get up, but her hand was caught again.
"Mengmeng..." Ying Xiurui called vaguely, "Don't go..."
Xu Hailian felt that she was quite the Mother of God, so the Mother of God was nothing like Xu Siye's daughter.
She patted Ying Xiurui on the shoulder, "Okay, I'm not going, you should rest soon."
Ying Xiurui opened his eyes and looked at her drunkly. He raised his hand and stroked Xu Hailian's cheek without saying a word, "Do you like him?"
He asked suddenly.
Xu Hailian knew what he was asking, opened her mouth, unable to say an answer.
She grabbed Ying Xiurui's hand and felt sorry for the same illness with him for the first time.
"Want to marry me... regret it?" he asked again.
"I can give it to you, and he can give it..."
Xu Hailian couldn't answer his question.
She suddenly discovered that Ying Xiurui was not ignorant, perhaps, he also knew something...
"Are you sad?" She suddenly felt some tears, so she buried her head and leaned on his shoulder, "I know you are more stable than An Mingchen, and the courage on your shoulders is not lighter than him. He worked harder. But if you feel uncomfortable in your heart, don't suppress it. It is better to say something than to hold it in your heart."
Ying Xiurui stretched out her arm and hugged her, "...I don't want you to be uncomfortable."