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Song Hengjue was so drunk that he staggered around. When he got into the car, he lay on his back. His embarrassed look made Yang Qingheng's mouth twitch.

Why didn't he fall to death?

Song Hengjue didn't know the evil words in the woman's belly. After realizing it, he got up and sat aside, looking towards her expectantly.

An idea popped into my head.

Yang Qingheng is here, but she still cares about him.

"Qingheng."

As soon as Yang Qingheng got into the car, she saw the man stretching out his hand toward her. He looked pitiful as if it wasn't him who had done that thing to anger her.

I rolled my eyes in my heart, opened the car door and got in.

"vomit"

The man's face turned pale, and he lay on the seat, as if he wanted to vomit his stomach out. He vomited for a few seconds, then his body went limp and he fell straight down.

Yang Qingheng was startled. He raised his face and took a closer look. He seemed to have just fainted, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Driver, go to the hospital."

Hospital ward.

Warm sunlight filtered through the window. Song Hengjue frowned on the bed and slowly opened his eyes.

Looking at this strange scene, I felt dazed for a moment, and then the memories of yesterday came flooding back.

Remembering what he had done, he jumped up from the bed and slapped himself hard twice.

Drinking makes things worse.

"Where's Yang Qingheng?" He looked at Fang Nan who opened the door and came in, annoyed.

Tsk, you are so angry even when you are sick.

Fang Nan couldn't stand his attitude. Thinking that this person had misunderstood his relationship with Yang Qingheng, his eyes rolled around in a circle, thinking about it, he sat with his legs crossed and said proudly: "Yang Qingheng, you left early. You don’t know, her face looks so bad, what did you say you did, now she’s better..."

Song Hengjue had no doubt that he was there, and his face suddenly turned pale. Thinking that he seemed to have vomited on Yang Qingheng last night, he was ready to die.

Yang Qingheng will definitely not forgive him.

Confused, at a loss, annoyed, the bitterness in my heart gurgled out.

He turned over and suddenly pulled the quilt over his head.

Oops, overplayed.

Fang Nan Erlang retracted his legs and kicked the pillar under the bed: "Hey, won't you cry? This is not something a grown man can do."

What Yang Qingheng saw when he came in was Fang Nan leaning over to pull the quilt over Song Hengjue's head. He gave the two of them a strange look and put the chicken porridge he bought on the table beside him.

Fang Nan touched his nose, nodded to her, and headed outside.

Yang Qingheng opened the thermos, but the man was still motionless on the bed. She frowned and reached out to pull the quilt above his head.

"Get out!" A roar came from inside the bed.

Okay, okay, this attitude is right, she shouldn't come, day by day, she is either irritating or irritating.

Yang Qingheng didn't like him, so she forcefully pulled the quilt off his head.

Song Hengjue scolded Fang Nan thousands of times in his heart. Fresh air came in from the quilt above his head. At the same time, he sat up and scolded Fang Nan with a dark face.

He met the woman's watery eyes that were watching a show.

Song Hengjue couldn't believe it and stared at her blankly. He opened his mouth again and again, but didn't utter a single word for a long time.

"Scold me, why don't you scold me?" Yang Qingheng took some time off and folded her hands on her chest.

Song Hengjue felt guilty and his eyes were wandering, so he explained to her: "I was scolding Fang Nan."

Guess he knows the truth.

Yang Qingheng snorted coldly, poured the porridge out and stuffed it into his hand: "Why are you scolding him?"

"Stop scolding? Why, Yang Qingheng, do you have to wait for your little lover?" Song Hengjue's nose was sore, and even her best temper was made sad by her words.

"No, when did Fang Nan become my little lover?" Yang Qingheng couldn't hold back the apple-peeling knife in his hand, and almost cut his hand.

Song Hengjue's heart trembled when he saw it. He subconsciously reached out to grab it and put it on the table. He choked: "You are still making excuses. You said you wanted Fang Nan, and you also said..."

His face was livid, and the last few words turned around in his mouth several times, subconsciously not wanting to say them out.

"What else are you talking about?" Yang Qingheng refused. She wanted to see what outrageous things she had done to make him so angry with her.

Song Hengjue gritted his teeth: "He also said it was safe for his own people to use."

"Is it because of this?" Yang Qingheng laughed angrily, why didn't she know that his brain circuit was so strange before.

"What do you mean?" Song Hengjue looked at her light and airy attitude, and the anger in his heart suddenly increased.

"Try to be cruel again!" Yang Qingheng slapped him on the head, "It's okay for you to misunderstand me! I only slept with your brother because of my brains!"

The slap was merciless, making Song Hengjue's head buzz, and he could only accurately capture a few words.

The joy in his heart almost swallowed up his reason. He jumped up and hugged Yang Qingheng tightly into his arms: "What did you say? Say it again."

My whole body felt light and airy, as if I was in a dream.

Yang Qingheng was so funny that she tugged on his ears twice: "Are you stupid? I mean, one of my secretaries resigned some time ago. Plus, there are a lot of things going on recently and he is too busy. I want you to borrow Fang Nan first." Be my secretary for a few days."

Song Hengjue didn't care what she scolded him. Even if Yang Qingheng beat him now, he would feel happy.

Later I realized that what I did during this period was really sick.

"I'm sorry." He rubbed Yang Qingheng's shoulder, thinking of the annoying things he did last night, and annoyance welled up from his heart.

"Okay, don't you bother me," Yang Qingheng pushed him away hard, "I said you drank too much, and you haven't eaten for a long time, so you fainted. Go wash up quickly and eat something. I'll wait. I have to go back to the company later."

After Song Hengjue finished eating, she raised her wrist and glanced at the time. It was already past ten in the morning, and Sun Rong had already made several calls to her without knowing it.

The company's shareholders were still waiting in the conference room. If she didn't go back, those few people might have some opinions on her.

Song Hengjue originally wanted to ask her to stay with him, but seeing the woman's unkind expression and erratic eyes, he swallowed the words back.

"Here you are..." He pointed at Yang Qingheng's collar.