He's drunk

Qiao Weiyi did not care when the Lincoln drove past her, all she cared was how to go back after her knee was injured like that.

Suddenly, Qiao Weiyi felt that the rain above his head seemed to have frozen and didn't continue to fall. She blankly raised his head and saw a tall and handsome man standing behind him.

The street lamp beside released an orange glow, Zhang Shiyan quietly stood behind her with his umbrella in hand, staring intently and deeply at her figure.

Orange light sprinkled on his handsome features, making his usually somewhat cold and hard lines soften by quite a bit in an instant.

He stood against the light, her reflection in his eyes.

At this moment, Qiao Weiyi felt a trace of warmth she hadn't felt in a long time. Just like many years ago, he also stood behind her silently, using her concentrated gaze of longing to linger around her body.

Everyone knew that he loved her, but she herself had never discovered it.

"You're hurt."

Zhang Shiyan's gaze stayed on Qiao Weiyi's back for a very long time, and only after slowly looking at Qiao Weiyi's knee did he realize that she was injured.

He furrowed his brows, which were barely visible, and handed the umbrella to the driver who got off the car with him. Then, he took a step forward, bent down, and reached out his arms to hold Qiao Weiyi up horizontally.

Qiao Weiyi's ice-cold body was pulled into her warm embrace. His face was still expressionless, but his movements were extremely gentle, carefully avoiding the injury on her knee, pursing her lips and carrying her towards the car without saying a word.

"…"

Qiao Weiyi finally reacted!

Just what had happened in the few seconds when her mind had been in a daze!?

Why did he, a germaphobic person, hold her so carefully in his arms? Why did every movement he made seem like he was treating his beloved so intimately?!

In the end, he …

No, there's something wrong with Zhang Shiyan.

Qiao Weiyi frowned as she looked at Zhang Shiyan's blurry eyes that carried a trace of stubbornness, she asked the driver who held up the umbrella: "Is he drunk?"

Just as the driver was about to nod his head, Zhang Shiyan looked at him warily, then stubbornly and innocently looked at Qiao Weiyi, "No. I don't drink. "

"Nonsense, he reeked of alcohol."

Qiao Weiyi went closer and took a whiff of the smell of the alcohol on Zhang Shiyan's body.

"I didn't drink it. He did."

Zhang Shiyan frowned, he looked like he had been wronged.

The driver's mouth twitched!

Although you are my boss, but I refuse to take the blame, I have never drunk before!

Qiao Weiyi could not help but smile.

Every time I get drunk, I become so childish and childish that I have to act coquettishly when I have a handsome and expressionless face …

Didn't he know that acting like a spoiled child was a very difficult thing to do for a severe facial paralysis like this?

At that time, she liked to see him drunk the most. No matter how she teased him, he was as obedient as a little sheep.

"They are wrongly accusing me, Ah Sheng …" Zhang Shiyan lowered his head to look at the frowning person in his embrace, rubbed his chin against her forehead and said softly: "Ah Sheng, don't believe him … "Believe me, believe me, believe me —"

The smile faded from Qiao Weiyi's eyes, and she stared at Zhang Shiyan with mixed emotions.

Was he already so drunk that he didn't recognize anyone?

Or could it be that his intuition was so accurate that even if she changed her face, he would only be able to recognize her when he was drunk?

Qiao Weiyi didn't say anything as she nudged her neck with an even more wronged expression. Qiao Weiyi reached out a finger to push away his big hairy head.

"..." "Stop messing around, I believe you."

Zhang Shiyan immediately raised his eyebrows and smiled in satisfaction. Looking at her fingers, he could not help but open his mouth to take it.