Marriage at first thought: the black-bellied president is super painful

Song Yang stayed at the hotel where the wedding was held, not far away, and with the help of the waiter, Zhong Ying quickly arrived outside his room.

The waiter left at the door, Song Yang was more drunk now, Zhong Ying had no choice but to put his arm on her shoulder, and then asked him where the door card was.

He said in his pocket.

Zhong Ying hugged his waist with one hand, and put the other hand into the inner pocket of his suit.

She usually has the habit of exercising and is not weak, but it is still very difficult to carry a big man who is close to 1.9 meters, and this guy is so drunk that he has already put most of his body on her shoulders.

So just taking out her pocket also made her sweat.

But there was no key card in his pocket.

"No."

"Pants pocket." He said with his eyes closed.

"Don't tell me sooner!"

Zhong Ying didn't have much patience with the drunk man, and seeing him humiliating her like this made her angry, so she became very impatient.

But Song Yang was like a sandbag that could be beaten, even if she was angry, he couldn't feel it, and even smiled wryly.

"Yes, why didn't I say earlier..."

This is regretting not confessing earlier.

Zhong Ying sighed, for his pity's sake, he didn't care anymore, and fumbled for the door card from his trousers pocket.

I touched the left side, but couldn't find it, and put my hand into his right pocket.

Zhong Ying has dealt with a lot of men in the business field, but has never had intimate contact with any man.

It's nothing more than greetings and shaking hands. If you meet a Frenchman, you can add a hug or kiss at most, that's all.

So when she accidentally touched Song Yang's body through the fabric of her trouser pocket, she was stunned for a moment and blinked her eyes.

He lazily opened his eyes and looked down at her: "There are men, why are you so surprised."

She turned her eyes away, "Of course I know there are all of them!"

As she spoke, she quickly pulled out her hand, took out the door card at the same time, and lowered her head to swipe the card.

I don't know if it was because of the smell of this guy's alcohol, Zhong Ying felt as if he was drunk too, his face was hot, when he swiped the card, his hands shook and he almost missed it.

Finally entered the door.

As soon as Song Yang entered the room, he pushed her away and went to the bathroom.

He knelt in front of the toilet and spit out what he had just drunk.

Zhong Ying stood outside the door, passed through the crack of the door, and kept an eye on his situation, for fear that this person would fall headfirst into the toilet.

He vomited in pain.

Seeing her old friend tormenting herself like this, Zhong Ying didn't like it. She was distressed and angry, so she couldn't help scolding him: "You are really promising! What do you think you are!"

Song Yang must have heard it, but he didn't respond to her.

After a short break, he vomited again.

Seeing him vomit uncomfortably, she opened the door a little wider, and asked him, "Do you want me to help you smooth it out."

Song Yang waved his hands and said hoarsely, "Get out, dirty."

I still know embarrassment, it seems that my mind is not confused.

But Ling Ying was not a hypocritical person, so he turned around and went to the water bar, fetched him a cup of warm water and brought it in, and flushed the toilet for him.

He didn't eat anything today, what he drank was wine, and what he vomited was all wine.

This is the fastest way to get drunk, and it hurts the stomach the most.

Zhong Ying has experienced the feeling of being burned by alcohol in his stomach, it really makes life worse than death.

"You should have known this would happen a long time ago, so you shouldn't have come." This time, her tone softened a little.

He shook his head, but said nothing.

It must have been too uncomfortable, and he didn't bother to throw her out. He took her water glass, rinsed his mouth, and took a couple of sips.

But the water he drank was quickly spit out by him again.

There were streaks of blood in the spit out water.

This is the injury of the gastric mucosa, and gastric bleeding.

Zhong Ying immediately went to the living room outside, used the hotel landline, called the front desk, asked them to deliver some stomach medicine, and gave the name of the medicine.

She doesn't know about other diseases, but she often drinks alcohol and has a bad stomach, so she knows what medicine works quickly.

After hanging up the phone and returning to the bathroom, Song Yang had already stood up, his clothes were wrinkled, his hair was messy, and his eyes were red.

Zhong Ying had never seen him like this.

He has always been the image of a noble son, clean and tidy, always exuding a refreshing and sunny smell.

But now, he's like an outcast.

"I'll let you see a joke." Just after he vomited, his voice was hoarse, as if it had been polished by sandpaper.

"Don't be polite to me, wash your face, and I'll help you to sleep."

He lay down on the sink, washed his face, and rinsed his mouth.

Then he leaned against the sink and reached into his inner pocket, probably for a handkerchief.

Zhong Ying knew that he was a bit of a clean freak and didn't use things from hotels.

Instead of the handkerchief, however, he produced the blue velvet jewelry box.

He stared at the jewelry box with a puzzled expression, then opened the lid.

Looking at the pink diamond ring, Song Yang laughed.

"Are you talking about the evil door? I couldn't find it just now, but now it's in my pocket again."

Zhong Ying echoed, um, it's quite wicked.

He muttered to himself: "So God doesn't like me? I deliberately don't let me find the ring..."

Zhong Ying looked at his nose with his eyes and his heart with his nose, and said in his heart that it was not God, but Miss Ben.

He closed the lid, and the hundreds of millions of things were just casually placed on the sink.

Then he took off his tie, threw it on the sink, and walked out shaking.

But before the bathroom door went out, he was about to fall to the ground.

Zhong Ying had no choice but to hug his waist again and let him put her shoulders.

"Okay, I'll help you in."

He smiled and said to her: "It's still good for you, whoever wants to marry you will be blessed."

Zhong Ying chuckled, "Just now I said that I deserve to be unable to marry because of my bad mouth."

"Did I say that? When did I say it? You must have imagined it yourself. You always think bad things about people."

"..."

Just a drunkard, why would she talk to him?

However, when people drink too much, they talk a lot...

In my impression, Song Yang is not that talkative, and Ganqing is also a sullen guy, and when he drinks, his energy is hooked.

After complaining like this, Zhong Ying helped him into the bedroom.

As soon as he reached the end of the bed, before he could get on the bed, the guy fell forward.

"Hey, it's not here yet! Don't fall..."

Zhong Ying quickly walked around in front of him, supporting his body to prevent his head from hitting the edge of the bed, thinking about pulling him to the bed.

As a result, this man directly took her to the bed and pressed her tightly.

The man's face lay on her chest, and his hot breath brushed against her skin.

"I said brother, you're crushing me to death!" She pushed his shoulder and wailed with difficulty, feeling that her ribs were about to break.

But he still buried his face in her chest, and said sullenly: "Why, what are you talking about, why am I not as good as him..."

"Love...this thing..." Zhong Ying squeezed out these words, took a breath, and continued: "There is no reason for love, can you get up first? My ribs are about to break, really."

If a man's weight is really on a woman's body, it's really hard to move.

I don't know if Zhong Ying's wailing played a role, but the person above finally raised his head, propped his body up on his elbows, and looked down at her.

Looking at his deep eyes, and at herself reflected in his eyes, Zhong Ying realized how ambiguous their posture was.

Song Yang's eyes moved away from her cheeks, along her neck, to the collarbone...

Her shoulder strap pinned by the brooch has been broken again, and a large area of ​​snow-white skin is just so brightly exposed.