Overwhelming ladies: Poor young wives come to flop

Sitting in the driver's seat, he turned his head and looked at the two drunken women in the car. He couldn't help feeling dizzy and didn't know how to solve it.

"Alas~" Yue Tingcheng sighed helplessly, he could only find a hotel for Tong Rong to stay in first, and then took Zhao Qingluo home.

Thinking of this, he turned his head away, started the engine decisively, stepped on the accelerator and drove towards a five-star hotel.

There were very few vehicles driving on the road in the middle of the night, and Yue Tingcheng arrived at the entrance of the hotel in a short while.

After parking the car, he opened the window a little bit to let Zhao Qingluo stay in the car alone, and helped Tong Rong to the hotel by himself.

Although Tong Rong wasn't very heavy, but now that she was drinking, she couldn't exert any strength. She was lying limply on Yue Tingcheng's body, and he couldn't help but feel a little bit of strain.

The hotel lobby was illuminated magnificently by the lights, Yue Tingcheng walked up to the front desk lady and said, "Please open a single room."

Although a man and a woman came in to open the room, the lady at the front desk was used to this kind of scene, and she didn't show too much surprise, she just helped them check in politely.

After completing the formalities, Yue Tingcheng took Tong Rong upstairs.

For some reason, Tong Rong, who was still drunk and unconscious just now, suddenly started to go berserk, and kept hitting Yue Tingcheng lightly with his fists, muttering something in his mouth.

"Men are... big pigs!"

"You...why...don't care about me"

She spoke intermittently and in a low voice, Yue Tingcheng couldn't hear clearly, and he wasn't very interested. He just hoped that the elevator would arrive sooner and end his torture of being beaten.

"Ding!"

The elevator door finally opened, Yue Tingcheng wanted to rush out, but the moment he looked up, he saw a familiar face.

Allen and his group of cronies stood at the door of the elevator. They were both men and women. They smelled of alcohol, and they seemed to have come out of the bar just now.

Alan himself was talking and laughing with his friends around him, but when he saw the remaining woman who was relying on Yue Tingcheng, the smile on his face gradually faded.

He asked coldly, "Why are you here with Tong Rong?"

Yue Tingcheng ignored him, just froze for a while, then walked out of the elevator without answering his words.

Seeing this situation, the friends around him also felt that the atmosphere was a bit delicate, so they stopped laughing and playing.

A young girl in scantily clad clothes was originally hanging on Allen's arm, but she also slowly stood up straight at this time, keeping a distance from him.

When Yue Tingcheng walked past Allen, Tong Rong was still sticking to him and beating him. Those who didn't know it thought they were boyfriend and girlfriend.

His own words were so ignored, and Tong Rong was so close to another man, Allen's face turned dark all of a sudden.

"I asked why you are here?" Allen couldn't bear it anymore, grabbed Yue Tingcheng's arm, and asked in a gloomy tone.

The friends around him saw that something was wrong, so they quickly said with sloppy eyes: "That Alan, you and your friends talk first, we will go downstairs and wait for you."

After all, those people wanted to get away from this place of right and wrong as soon as possible, so they quickly took the elevator downstairs.

Alan didn't care about them so much, and asked again: "What happened to Tong Rong?"

Yue Tingcheng originally didn't want to talk to him so much, but it suddenly occurred to him that Zhao Qingluo once told him that the relationship between the two of them seemed to be a bit different.
So he hesitated for a while, then stopped to explain: "Tong Rong and Qing Luo vented in the bar for some reason. I just went to the bar to bring them back. They are all drunk now."

Hearing Yue Tingcheng's explanation, Allen realized that he had misunderstood just now, and his blue face eased a little.

But it didn't get any better, because Tong Rong went to the bar to get drunk, which still displeased Allen a little.

Tong Rong was lying on Yue Tingcheng's body, and the distance between the two of them was very close, which made Allen inexplicably upset when he saw it.

He broke Tong Rong off Yue Tingcheng's body, and then a princess hugged her around the waist, Yue Tingcheng felt a burst of relief instantly.

"Give me the room card." Allen stretched out his palm from Tong Rong's back and said, "I'll take her to the room, so you don't have to worry about it."

Zhao Qingluo was still in the car alone, Yue Tingcheng was eager to get rid of Tong Rong quickly, now that someone offered to help him, he couldn't wait to give Alan the room card.

After Alan took the room card, he hugged Tong Rong and left without saying a word. Yue Tingcheng rubbed his nose awkwardly, feeling as if he had done something thankless.

After that, he didn't stay any longer, and soon after, he drove Zhao Qingluo home.

Sure enough, drunken women are equally difficult to deal with, Zhao Qingluo also started punching and kicking him, talking nonsense.

Yue Tingcheng's neck had already been slightly scratched by her nails, but he didn't feel it at all, he just put her on the bed helplessly.

"My head hurts so much." Zhao Qingluo suddenly stopped fussing and patted herself on the forehead vigorously.

After the man heard it, he immediately put her back on his chest, and gently rubbed her temples. Zhao Qingluo gradually calmed down, and her breathing gradually became even.

When she finally fell asleep, Yue Tingcheng put her back in her original position, covered her with the quilt, and before she could take a breath, she ran to the kitchen to make hangover soup.

When he came back with the hangover soup he had just cooked, he saw Zhao Qingluo making a nauseous gesture from a distance.

Being experienced, he immediately had a hunch, so he quickly put the bowl aside, ran towards Zhao Qingluo with the trash can in his hand, and put the trash can in front of her face.

Sure enough, the next second Zhao Qingluo hugged the trash can, buried her face in it and started to vomit, she was out of breath, it was uncomfortable to watch, he gently stroked her back, it would make her feel better.

"It feels good to spit it out."

One minute later, Zhao Qingluo lifted her face out of the trash can, and Yue Tingcheng picked up a tissue and gently wiped the dirt from the corners of her mouth.

He brought over the hangover soup and fed it to her one mouthful at a time. Zhao Qingluo was very obedient this time, and opened her mouth to drink one mouthful at a time.

While feeding and feeding, Zhao Qingluo glanced down from the corner of her mouth, and suddenly began to cry: "Wow!"

This sudden suddenness shocked Yue Tingcheng a lot. He thought something happened, so he quickly asked, "Qingluo, what's wrong with you?"

"I feel...I'm so uncomfortable right now..." She cried and spoke intermittently.

Yue Tingcheng put the bowl on the tea table at hand, hugged her immediately, and patted her gently: "It's not uncomfortable, it's not uncomfortable, I'm here with you."

"I don't know what I did wrong. Xiaowanzi is so cute, but now she is kidnapped by human traffickers." Zhao Qingluo sobbed, as if she wanted to vent all the grievances that had been pent up in her heart for a while.

Yue Tingcheng comforted her softly: "You are not to blame for Xiaowanzi's matter, everyone is at fault, and we are too negligent."

But Zhao Qingluo didn't stop: "Little Baozi is so small, because of this incident, he blames himself so much, and he went to other places to learn martial arts, oh my god, how much suffering it will take."

"As a boy, Xiao Baozi should suffer more, so that he can become a strong man in the future." Yue Tingcheng didn't feel sorry for his son.

Zhao Qingluo shook her head vigorously: "That's not the case, it's all my fault..."

Yue Tingcheng saw that she would not get better after a while, so he got into bed and let her lean on his chest.

"Don't cry, don't cry..." He gently stroked Zhao Qingluo's beautiful hair, coaxing her like a child.

Yue Tingcheng's voice was deep and very magnetic, and it sounded so charming that people couldn't help being intoxicated by it.

"What did I do wrong? It's fine if something is directed at me. Why do you want to help my little ball? She's so small..." Zhao Qingluo was immersed in her self-blame.

Yue Tingcheng had been comforting her carefully, Zhao Qingluo's voice of self-blame became smaller and smaller, and she fell asleep before she knew it.

Hearing her slow and steady breathing, Yue Tingcheng heaved a sigh of relief, and when he was about to leave to tidy up, a slender hand held her and said softly, "Don't go."

He had no choice but to come back and sleep with her all night. It was a very quiet night, and both of them slept soundly.

In the early morning of the next day, the first ray of sunlight entered Zhao Qingluo's eyes through the curtains. She frowned and felt a little glaring, so she gently blocked the sunlight in front of her eyes with her hands.

A few seconds later, she opened her sleepy eyes and sat up from the bed. Fortunately, she drank sober soup last night, otherwise his brain would definitely hurt like it exploded at the moment.

She looked at the messy scene in the room, her mind was a little confused, and she recalled what happened last night.

Seeing the bowl on the coffee table that hadn't been cleaned up yet, Zhao Qingluo realized it all at once, and patted herself on the head heavily, feeling very shy.

"What do you have to complain about? Tingcheng has taken on more burdens than you, so why do you have the nerve to complain to him?" Zhao Qingluo thought with some self-blame.

Suddenly Zhao Qingluo felt a sense of unsteadiness in her center of gravity, and she fell into a familiar chest in the next second.

"What are you thinking about?" Yue Tingcheng's voice was a little hoarse, obviously he hadn't woken up yet, and he asked while hugging her tightly.

The man's generous chest gave Zhao Qingluo a great sense of security, and she hugged him back: "I love you very much."

"I love you too." Yue Tingcheng gently pecked her forehead, Zhao Qingluo didn't dislike him for not brushing his teeth at all, on the contrary she smiled happily.

After what happened last time, this week, the relationship between the two of them has become sweeter, even sweeter when they first fell in love.