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Fu Xingchen didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had finally prepared to give it to him, but he fell asleep at the crucial moment. She even had the heart to kick him off the bed.

If it wasn't for the fact that she was powerless and powerless, she would have kicked him off the bed long ago due to his unintentional drunkenness.

"..."

Early in the morning, Tang Yijue went into the bathroom with a headache from the hangover.

The slightly cold water instantly drenched his body. Perhaps it was the effect of the water, but it made him much more clear-headed. The events of last night appeared in his mind like a slide show.

The image of a certain woman under his feet, gently bullying him, flashed through his mind, causing him to freeze.

He turned off the water in silence, mused, wiped his face with his hands, and smiled in a low, helpless voice.

Judging from the girl's temper, she was probably going to make a ruckus.

After taking a shower, Tang Yijue came downstairs fully dressed. As expected, the woman at the table didn't look too good. He sighed, feeling that it was a pity.

He sat in his own seat, but this particular girl hadn't even looked at him since he got off the stage. Tang Yijue was frowning.

"Still angry?"

It was better if he didn't say anything. Once he said this, Fu Xingchen immediately raised his head and glared fiercely at him.

At first, he was just feeling a little depressed, but now, he was truly a little angry.

"What's there to be angry about? It's not me that is drunk and disorderly. "

So angry?

"I admit my mistake." Tang Yijue was sincere.

It was indeed his fault, so there was nothing to worry about. Of course, he would sincerely ask for forgiveness.

She didn't know what to say about his attitude, but wasn't it embarrassing for him to ask her if she was angry when he woke up in the morning?

"Don't talk to me."

Fu Xingchen continued to eat his breakfast.

Still angry? Tang Yijue didn't understand why she was getting angrier and angrier.

"Star …"

"Eat." Before he could say the word 'Chen', he was heartlessly interrupted by Fu Xingchen.

His brows furrowed even more. He felt as if he could strangle a mosquito to death.

After dinner, Fu Xingchen rejected his escort and warned him not to pick her up in the afternoon.

Looking at Fu Xingchen's leaving figure, Tang YiJue hesitated for a few seconds before taking out his phone and dialing Jason's number.

"Young Master, do you have any instructions?"

Tang Yijue organized his words. "What if there's a married man who's having a drunken, messy sex with his wife? Her wife didn't refuse, but the man fell asleep at the most crucial moment. What do I do if his wife's been angry the next day?"

When Jason heard this, he immediately knew who the main character was.

To fall asleep at such a time, the young mistress was only angry because this young master had been taken advantage of.

Jason cleared his throat and said with a smile, "That's …" What did the man say the next day? "

Tang Yijue thought about it and said, "He asked his wife if she was still angry."

Puff …

Jason had a moment of collapse. Shouldn't such an embarrassing thing happen the next day as if it hadn't happened, and then quietly make up for it?

Was his young master trying to poke people in the heart?

After all, he was still very dutiful when he suggested, "A man can give something as an apology, or do something very special to calm his wife down."

Gift?

"Send what?"

"Flower."

"Vulgar."

What? You want to go yourself if you have the ability, and you still call him vulgar.