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I may be sick

The surveillance was quite clear.

Indeed, it was as Aunt Qiao said. It was Hei Xiusi who sent him and Wen Liang back home at night. After the two of them went upstairs successfully, they first entered the master bedroom, then went to the second bedroom while taking a warm run. Thus, the two of them followed each other to the second bedroom.

"You gave it to me, did you forget?" she asked.

Qi Ye naturally could not forget, and only frowned slightly, then spoke to Wen Liang who was on the other end of the phone with some hesitation: "Last night … …"

"Still got a headache?" She interrupted him suddenly.

He rubbed his temples. He had not drunk this much in so many years, it would be strange if it didn't hurt.

Wen Liang said: "You drank too much last night, and when you came back, you shouted about wanting to drink. In the end, you drank half of the bottle of red wine that Mu Xu sent over and even poured it on the bed sheets in the master bedroom. When I woke up, you were still awake, so I didn't wake you up. Later, I'll go pick Zhifei up from school! "

"Do you remember what I went downstairs to get last night?" Qi Ye asked. He searched through the entire room but he could not find the bag in his hand.

That wasn't a lie. Last night. Indeed, he fell asleep before him, when he was busy farming.

Realizing that his facial expression had turned stiff, Wen Liang quickly said, "I still have things to do, so I'll hang up first!"

After hanging up the phone, she patted her chest. She couldn't imagine how she would face a certain mister after doing such a crazy thing. Was it to tell him that after they drank too much last night, he had given his body to savor the various dressing styles of his underwear, and had even used it as a straw hat on his head?

When the two fought for 300 rounds, he even said many sweet words that he didn't think he would say even if he died.

After all, she did care about face!

Wen Liang reached out and grabbed his hair. Drinking is a mistake! What's more, it was his wine that was inferior.

Just as he hung up, Qi Ye received a call from Mu Xu: "Ol 'Three, I'm just calling to pay attention to you, to see if you're still alive!"

"Third Bro, are you alright?" Mu Xu suddenly asked with unease.

Qi Ye was silent for a moment, then replied: "You didn't drug my wine last night, right?"

"Drug? What medicine? " Mu Xu suddenly looked like a furred animal: "Do I look like that kind of person? It was me and Imperial Family's Third Young Master working together that forced you to the ground. Didn't you know that we were carried back in the end? "If I drugged you and someone carried me back, I would have no place to put my face!"

Mr. Qi coughed uncomfortably: "I'm not talking about sedatives."

"How can that be spring … "Damn, is Third Sister still alive?" Mu Xu suddenly reacted: "Delaying time after drinking, your physique is too strong!"

"When you come back in the afternoon, remember to bring a scalpel. Something sharper."

"What?" I won't be going over in the afternoon! "

"Aren't you going to kill yourself with a knife? Then hang yourself. " Qi Ye suddenly hung up the phone, he should not have found a retard!

However, Mu Xu quickly called back.

Qi Ye hung up.

Helpless, Mr. Qi pressed the answer button.

"What!" Ol 'Three's tone wasn't very good.

Mu Xu forced himself to laugh: "I was just asking, what kind of position did you guys take to wake up, hahaha! Forget it, don't say anymore.

After pausing for a moment, Mu Xu continued, "You should tell me how you woke up. I came over in the afternoon with a blade of my own, hahaha!"

"AHH!" Qi Ye thought about it, although Mu Xu was always dishonest, his expertise was exceptional, especially with regards to the research on basic deductions. So after pondering for a while, he finally spoke to Mu Xu who was on the other side of the phone: "When I woke up, the warmth had already disappeared, the posture I was in when I woke up …."

"What happened to the posture?" Mu Xu's impatient voice came out from the phone.

Qi Ye still said it in the end: "Lie on the bed and don't wear anything. There are papers everywhere on the bed and my hands are on the crime scene tools.

"You comforted yourself for the whole night?" Mu Xu's voice suddenly rose higher, hearing his words, Qi Ye hurriedly moved his phone further away from his ear.

Even if Mu Xu didn't say it, Qi Ye could not help but think about it. After all, the position he took when he woke up this morning was too weird. Coupled with the lack of memories from last night, he was willing to believe that he had spent the entire night with her rather than dancing with her brassiere on his head.

Before Mu Xu could finish speaking, he had already hung up.

He knew that it was impossible for Qi Ye to pick up his phone again, so he sent a message this time.

Qi Ye opened his phone's screen to see Mu Xu's text message, "Ol 'Three, you're sick! If a man can hold it in for too long, it's easy for him to have problems.

Mr. Qi sat on the sofa and fell silent for a while. He then took his phone and opened the call log. The surveillance footage last night clearly showed him holding his phone at the entrance in the middle of the night, but he couldn't find any record of the call. That was weird!

He took the car key and headed straight for Ferris' Restaurant.

This restaurant was bought by Qi Ye from the owner of the store, and was just across the street from the Sempe Group. Located in the center of the city, the passenger traffic has always been good. The decorations here were also very pleasing to the eye, except for the change in two chefs and the recruitment of two more confectioners. All of this had already been settled by Tina. Wen Liang was here to try out the dessert.

When Qi Ye arrived, Wen Liang was a little conflicted.

Therefore, before Qi Ye could say a word, Wen Liang pulled him to the sofa and sat him down, instructing him, "Try out this dessert. Which one do you think is better?"

The woman almost stuffed the dessert into her mouth.

Mr. Qi was forced to give it a try before he decided to recruit a dessert master. Then, his gaze landed on Mrs. Qi's face. "How were you drunk last night?"

"So what if I'm drunk? Do you remember what happened? " he asked indirectly.

Wen Liang didn't actually remember anything, but the camera did! That vivid image and the words he had hugged him with when they were in love. Wen Liang would rather not have remembered them, so he shook his head and said, "Do you remember what happened last night?"

There was only one scene in his mind, the dancing straw hat on his head. It was too devilish.

Therefore, President Qi shook his head decisively: "I don't remember."

Wen Liang suddenly felt a sense of relief. If this matter was brought up, the cliff would be a dark history between the two of them.

"I didn't do anything to you last night when I was drunk?" The man didn't give up and asked. That scene was too real, as if it had actually happened. However, the image was too demonic, as if it were something that could only be done in a dream.

When he thought about how he had purposely posed for a man before leaving this morning, he felt even more guilty.

But he tried to look calm and said, "Recall what you did last night. I was on the carpet when I woke up this morning. I was worried about the rice leaf, so I didn't call you. "

"Before I left, I didn't lift the quilt to confirm if I was still alive?" he asked.

Looking at the man's deep eyes, she replied with a warm and guilty tone, "Aren't you still alive? I was worried about the rice leaf, so I didn't care about you … What's going on? "

Qi Ye seemed to have fallen into deep thought. After taking in a deep breath, he suddenly turned his head to look at Wen Liang and said: "Wife, I might be sick."

"Huh?" This topic jumped up a little faster, Wen Liang felt that such a confused expression should not appear on Mr. Qi's face.

He suddenly raised his head and beckoned to her.

With a head full of fog, Wen Liang bent down and carefully put his ear close to the young man's mouth.

His thin lips parted slightly, brushing past her cochlea, and he whispered, "Last night, I had a dream about my head … "Forget it."

Wen Liang seemed to have already predicted what he was going to say. While painfully restraining his laughter, he pretended to be curious and asked, "What kind of dream is this?"