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The whiskey was really strong. After three cups, the dried shellfish that had been stuck between his chopsticks fell to the ground.

He picked it up with two fingers and threw it into his mouth.

Yes, it was salty, fragrant and very fresh. It was very delicious.

When did she become an alcoholic?

However, it's good to be drunk. Don't think too much about it when you're drunk.

There was no need to think about why her heart felt so uncomfortable. It was as if someone had stuffed a ball of thread into her heart.

Pei Qingcheng did not know when she fell asleep drunk, and woke up thirsty in the middle of the night. Reaching out her hand to feel her surroundings, she found a bottle of wine and tried to open her eyes only to realize that she had been sleeping on the ground the entire time.

He was thirsty, but he was too lazy to move.

She gasped and closed her eyes again.

Someone pushed open the door, and someone walked in. The footsteps were light, but she could hear them clearly with her ear pressed to the floor.

He opened his eyes and saw a pair of straight legs standing in front of her. He then picked her up with both hands.

His gaze met a pair of pitch-black eyes, filled with worry and heartbreak.

Pei Qingcheng had awoken from her stupor.

Why did he come back from the hospital?

He looked down at his chest. He was wearing a white shirt with two unbuttoned buttons on his chest, revealing white gauze.

The day after he woke up, he could not leave the hospital.

"Why did you come back?" Pei Qingcheng struggled to get down from his embrace.

"Why are you sleeping on the floor?" She gently pushed her hair back from her face with her warm fingers. Her tone was gentle, without a single hint of reproach.

It was as though no matter how much trouble Pei Qingcheng had caused, he would never blame her.

"If you're tired, then sleep." She twitched the corner of her mouth and went to the refrigerator to get some water.

"Don't drink cold water. Your stomach will ache."

"My stomach is good."

"You get sick in the stomach three days before your period."

"How do you know?" Pei Qingcheng's teeth knocked against the glass as she stopped to look at him.

Nightingale seemed to be stumped by her question. She paused for a moment before replying, "Yin Ha said so."

It was Yin Ha. Pei Qingcheng laughed mockingly, "Every time you mention Yin Ha, it's always so natural. Sometimes, I really admire your calmness."

"Go back to your room and sleep." He took her arm.

"This will be my room from now on. If you like, you can move in after you leave the hospital."

"In other words, you won't go back to that room?" "Why?" Ye Wen put his arm around her waist to prevent her body from sliding down the wall.

"No reason."

"Because they lied to you about living in that room?" There seemed to be some hope in his tired voice.

"No, of course not." Pei Qingcheng gulped down the entire cup of water and casually wiped her mouth with her hand, "There's no reason. Since you know me so well, you should know that I'm a germaphobe. Since I found something strange in the room, I won't stay here any longer."

"Inclined." Ye Wen's tired voice was quiet and hoarse. He was very tired. He was very tired.

After walking through the gates of hell, he was physically and mentally exhausted.

Because of Pei Qingcheng, he was willing to die.

And because of Pei Qingcheng's call, he managed to survive.

Previously, when Ding Han was at the entrance, he heard Butler Hu's call clearly.

Housekeeper Hu reported that Pei Qingcheng was drunk at home and had slept on the floor. No one dared to carry her to bed.

Thus, he carried the wound in his chest that was so painful it felt like it was about to burst and returned to the manor.

After graduating from Ye Yan university, he began managing the Ye Group. In just three short years, he had acquired sixteen listed companies, so he didn't feel tired at all.

He had very little time in a year for himself, flying around the world and not feeling tired.

But at this moment, looking at the woman in front of him, his hair was in disarray and his eyes were blurry.

He had been drunk four or five times in ten days.

At this moment, not only was he exhausted, his heart ached.

His warm palm lifted up the woman's small cheek, and he said in a sad tone: "Tilt, this reaction of yours, I can't help but not think too much."

"What are you thinking about?" The woman was probably tired. She placed her little face in his palm and tilted her head as she asked.

"Do you mind coming all the way to our room because you care?"

"Yeah, I care." Pei Qingcheng raised her eyebrows, and before Ye Wen could reply, she continued, "I'm a clean freak, I really care if the people lying beside me are clean or not."

"Clean? You mean, I'm not clean? " Ye Wu Chen held the woman's soft face in his hands. Because of this word, he felt that it was a little funny and his tone became a bit more relaxed.

"Yes, you're not clean." Ye Zichen squinted his eyes and looked at the man in front of him.

He used to feel aloof and distant, as if he were cut off from the world.

However, it didn't seem to be the case when they got along.

He was aloof and reserved, and treated others as well.

In front of her, he was always gentle and patient.

But how long would he last for her?

Why was it that at this moment, she was actually somewhat nostalgic for his special treatment towards her? She just did not know if it was truly the only one.

Since he was a bit drunk, he leaned against him, breathing in the faint scent of various potions, a bit of it assaulting his nose, but still tolerable.

"Inclined." The man's voice was as if he was crying. "It's not what you think. If those bastards make you sad, I'll punish them."

Which bastards? Pei Qingcheng felt a little dizzy, and her drowsiness and the alcohol in her body started to submerge in her body, causing her to feel slightly dizzy as well. "Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehe …"

"I'm sleepy." Her sleepy eyes were glued to each other as she picked up Pei Qingcheng. Although the woman was slim, her height of nearly 1.7 meters was definitely not as light as a feather.

Her weight dragged on the wound on Ye Wen's chest, causing him to frown as he carried her towards the door.

However, she leaned against his chest with her eyes closed, her hand on the doorknob. "Don't go to that room."

She was still persevering at this point in time, Pei Qingcheng was truly a stubborn person.

She was so disgusted by the room that someone had once polluted it, could he understand that she still cared a little about the presence of other women around him?

Although the pain in his chest made it hard for him to breathe, he still carried the girl back to his room and placed her on the bed.

The bed in the guest room was still soft and comfortable. Every detail of Zhuang Shengxiao's dream would be brought to its peak.

Putting the girl down, his chest was already numb from the pain. He used all his strength to prop up his body. His face was terrifyingly pale.

Pei Qingcheng suddenly grabbed his face. Was the light too bright? Why did his face look so pale?

"You don't look good." Her eyes could be said to be filled with gentleness.

The gentleness of Pei Qingcheng could only be shown in front of Yin Ha.

Nightingale pulled up the blanket for the girl. "Have a good night's sleep."

"You're leaving?" Pei Qingcheng's tone was filled with reluctance and reluctance, if he hadn't heard wrongly.

"Back to the hospital."

"If the doctor finds out that you sneaked out of the hospital in the middle of the night, would he punish you?" Relying on the power of the wine, Pei Qingcheng could talk nonsense.

"How do you want to punish me? Untie my wound and stitch it again? " Ye Wu Chen stared at the girl's relaxed brows, his tone becoming more and more lively.

"No, the doctor would not dare to do that to a dignified manager." Pei Qingcheng's eyes shone with a strange light, "No one would do such a cruel thing."

Suddenly, his eyes stopped at Ye Ye Xiu's tired waist. He leaned to his side, revealing a bit of skin on his waist. It was the exact spot where she had poked him that year, leaving behind a round, rose-like scar.

Right now, his chest was still wrapped in gauze, a scar that she had left unscabbed.

The smile on her face gradually disappeared as she murmured, "There is. Someone will stitch your wound again. It's me. I can't believe I would do such a cruel thing to you."

His heart ached, and tears welled up in his eyes.

He didn't know why he was crying, but whether it was because he was drunk, or because he was really tired, he didn't know.

But in short, the tears were real.

"It's all in the past now." Ye Wen's long fingers brushed away the tears on Pei Qingcheng's face, "Don't cry anymore." He looked at her tenderly. "If you cry again, I'll think you're crying for me."

Pei Qingcheng wanted to stop it, but she could not. She did not want Ye Xiu to misunderstand that she was crying because of him. However, the tears did not stop, as if she had been possessed by evil.

It was too late for her fingers to wipe the tears off her face. She used her sleeve, and the cotton sleeve was covered with tears. However, Pei Qingcheng's tears were like a flood that poured down from an unknown source.

Ye Wen sighed, his eyes filled with pain. His palms gently wiped away Pei Qingcheng's tears, "Qing Qing, you will make me misunderstand."

Misunderstanding what? Did he misunderstand that her tears were flowing for him?

With teary eyes and a tired face in front of him, he gradually moved closer to her ear. "Qing Qing, I'm telling you a joke. Don't cry, okay?"

Pei Qingcheng glared at him.

The corners of Ye Ye's mouth curled upwards, as if what he was about to say was really a joke that couldn't be any funnier.

"Actually, I was a virgin until that night."

Pei Qingcheng blinked her eyes as she heard the words of Qin Wentian. She was as young and immature as a boy.

What, if what he said was true, then what small shorts from Shen Du had nothing to do with him at all?

Just as the tears in Pei Qingcheng's eyes stopped flowing, they started flowing again.

Actually, she wasn't someone who liked to cry. Her crying was all because of something big.

For example, Yin Ha's accident. For example, his father's car accident. For example, his mother jumping off a building. For example, his brother going to jail.

In other words, her life was truly miserable.

He had cried only a few times in his life, and this time, it was truly strange.

Pei Qingcheng had not washed her face that night. There was still a bit of makeup left on her face, but it had been washed clean by her tears.

What an innocent face she once had, yet had to experience so much grief.

"Inclined." With a tired expression, she rolled her eyes at every inch of her skin. "If you keep crying, I'll kiss you."

Another large tear fell from the corner of her left eye. Ye Wu Chen didn't think much of it and just lowered his head to kiss that sparkling teardrop.

If he didn't know how to stop her tears, he could only use his lips.

The slightly salty tears were like a drop of ocean tears trapped in the sea, dripping into the mouth.