Rebirth in the 70s: A rough man’s husband pinches his waist and dotes on him

Qingtian hurried over and was stunned when he saw Wang Yufei.

Wang Yufei was also shocked. He and Qingtian hadn't seen each other since they graduated from high school, but that wasn't the most important thing. The important thing was, Qingtian and Zhiyuan? Why did Zhiyuan get drunk and ask Qingtian to pick him up?

Qingtian was actually a little worried: How to place Zhiyuan? Should I take him home? It seemed a little inappropriate.

In the end, Qingtian decided to take Zhiyuan to the hotel.

Wang Yufei didn't know what to say, but what he was thinking was that if he could be relocated to a hotel, that would be fine with him too. Didn't he want Zhiyuan's family to take care of him?

Wang Yufei helped Qingtian send Zhiyuan to the hotel and settled him down. Then he looked at Qingtian, not knowing what to say.

"How do you know my phone number?" Qingtian didn't know why Wang Yufei called her.

Wang Yufei pointed at Zhiyuan who was lying on the bed, "He told me."

Qingtian became a little embarrassed and explained, "We are friends."

Wang Yufei was stunned. Isn't this nonsense? He smiled and said, "Aren't you and I friends?" He wanted to know if there was any special relationship between the two of them.

sunny:……

Yes, of course...

"Yufei, my family members work in Zhiyuan's mother's company, so I have more contact with them." Qingtian explained to him.

Wang Yufei nodded, "I know, okay, then you stay? I'll leave first?"

"Okay." Qingtian nodded.

After Wang Yufei left, Qingtian wet a hot towel and wiped his face.

As soon as I got close, I felt dizzy.

The strong smell of alcohol flowed out with Zhiyuan's breath. She was just smelling it, but she felt dizzy, as if she was the one drinking and drunk. She could hardly stand...

She took a deep breath, ordered herself to steady herself, then bent down to wipe his face. She held her breath the whole time, fearing that if she relaxed, the smell of alcohol mixed with his scent would invade her breath and she would fall headfirst on him.

When she wiped his face, he was conscious, frowned slightly, and held her hand.

The temperature of his fingertips was like a flame, suddenly burning her skin. She couldn't help but shiver slightly, and the towel fell on his face.

He probably felt uncomfortable, so he let go of her hand, grabbed the towel and threw it away, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Qingtian wrinkled her nose at him, picked up the towel, changed it for another one, and started to wipe him again. She had to fight with his hands while wiping him. She finally finished wiping him, and then called the hotel service to see if they could make him a hangover soup.

But the hotel did not have this service, so she asked the hotel to send a bowl of hot honey water.

"Zhiyuan? Zhiyuan? Can you wake up?" She sat on the edge of the bed and called him softly.

He still just frowned.

"Zhiyuan..." She had no choice but to try to put her hand under his neck to see if she could try to feed him.

She finally helped him up, but his head tilted and fell on her shoulder.

She just let him do it, turned around, scooped a spoonful of honey water with a spoon, and handed it to his mouth, "Zhiyuan, open your mouth and drink some!"

I don’t know if he heard it or if his lips felt it, but he opened his mouth slightly and drank it.

Afterwards, after feeding him about half a bowl, he became more and more cooperative. After another spoonful, he suddenly raised his head with sleepy eyes.

"Zhiyuan..." Qingtian was a little panicked.

"Sunny day..." he murmured vaguely.

"Yeah, it's me. You're drunk and drinking honey water. Have another sip." When Qingtian was about to scoop another spoonful, his cheeks suddenly felt hot.

Qingtian froze.