Love-brained rebirth breaks off the engagement, and Master Shen who ignored her goes crazy

Song Qingyu returned to the car.

Place document bags and medical records in storage boxes.

Yang Youyou found that she was in a bad mood, and for the first time she was sensible and kept silent.

About ten minutes passed.

"Let's go back first."

Song Qingyu cheered herself up.

Yang Youyou was puzzled: "Go back? You want to take me to your home?"

"Ah."

It all depends on the relationship with Chi Moyan.

There was no way she would let Yang Youyou end up living on the streets.

not to mention.

She really likes this girl.

She drove Yang Youyou back to the community.

It took less than ten minutes to get home.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang.

"coming."

Song Qingyu opened the door.

Before I could see clearly, a figure rushed in like the wind.

Chi Moyan stretched out his overly long legs.

He quickly walked to Yang Youyou who was still sitting on the sofa eating potato chips.

"Yang Youyou."

Chi Moyan gritted his teeth.

"Brother Mo Yan..."

For the first time, a look of fear appeared on Yang Youyou's face. She shrank her neck and looked at Song Qingyu beside her for help.

"Brother Mo Yan, Youyou she——"

Song Qingyu wanted to smooth things over. After all, it was the first time she saw Chi Moyan with such an expression.

"Xiaoyu, don't worry about it."

Chi Moyan waved his hand.

His handsome face was full of seriousness, and he choked back Song Qingyu's words.

He taught Yang Youyou a lesson.

"Who told you to come to China by yourself and play missing? If something unexpected happens, do you know the consequences?"

"do not know!"

Yang Youyou also got angry.

She folded her arms and turned her head away from Chi Moyan.

"Do you tube."

Chi Moyan: “…”

He frowned, unable to do anything about Yang Youyou, so he turned around and talked to Song Qingyu.

"I've taken the person away. Sorry to bother you these few days."

He originally wanted to inform the people there and reveal Yang Youyou's whereabouts to Country M.

She's fine.

Without making any noise, he came to find Song Qingyu!

He really needs to learn a lesson.

"fine."

Song Qingyu said.

"You come with me."

Chi Moyan spoke to Yang Youyou in a cold voice.

Yang Youyou was not happy.

She still wanted to resist, but when she saw Chi Moyan's eyes, she tactfully swallowed her words.

I followed him back obediently.

The apartment, which had been bustling with activity, became deserted again.

Song Qingyu cleaned up the house, trying to keep herself busy until she had finished cleaning the house inside and out.

I took a big bag of garbage and threw it downstairs.

Just arrived downstairs.

"Song Qingyu."

Shen Shian's voice came.

She was so scared that her hair stood on end. She turned around and saw Shen Shian staring at her.

But his complexion doesn't look normal.

He was drinking again.

She threw the garbage into the garbage station and walked over reluctantly with a cold expression.

"You're drinking again? Aren't you afraid that I'll tell my parents?"

He is really becoming more and more indulgent.

Now I get drunk every now and then.

Shen Shian didn't say anything.

He pursed his lips.

There were complex emotions in those deep and dark eyes, which Song Qingyu could not understand.

The silence was a bit awkward.

She coughed lightly and said, "Give me your phone. I'll call your assistant and pick you up."

Shen Shian must be quite drunk.

He reached into his pocket several times before taking out his phone and handing it to Song Qingyu.

"password."

Song Qingyu asked.

Shen Shian: "Your birthday."

Song Qingyu's fingers paused for a moment, then he quickly and calmly tapped the keyboard.

He dug out his assistant's number and dialed it.

"Mr. Shen."

the assistant said.

"It's me, Song Qingyu. My brother is drunk. I'll send you the address. Please take him back."

"...Miss. I am helping Mr. Shen with something right now. It will take about two hours. Do you think it would be possible for Mr. Shen to stay with you first?"

"Then I'll drive him back myself."

She didn't want to stay in the same place with Shen Shian.

"No."

The assistant didn't even think about it.

Excitedly denied Song Qingyu.

"why not?"

Song Qingyu was puzzled.

The assistant gritted her teeth and made up an excuse: "Well... Mr. Shen and his wife had a quarrel because of the cancellation of the engagement. He got drunk because of this bad mood. If you send him back..."

The assistant hesitated to speak.

Song Qingyu understood what he meant.

She was silent for a moment.

"Okay, then you pick him up before ten o'clock."

"Okay okay."

The assistant breathed a sigh of relief.

Song Qingyu hung up the phone and looked at Shen Shian who was standing against the car body with resignation and helplessness.

She lifted up one of his arms.

On your shoulders.

"Go up."

Shen Shian's nearly 1.9-meter-tall body and weight were all on her.

Song Qingyu carried him into the elevator with great effort.

He stumbled on his feet.

She almost fell down.

Fortunately, Shen Shian pulled her back in time, and Song Qingyu avoided making a fool of herself.

Just two people's movements.

Too ambiguous.

Shen Shian leaned his back against the elevator, his hand still tightly holding her wrist, and her upper body was pressed against his chest... She could almost feel the heat of his chest.

Song Qingyu's face turned red uncontrollably.

"Shen Shian, let me go."

She struggled hard.

But I couldn't get rid of his hand.

She thought he was not drunk.

But Shen Shian lowered his eyes, his gaze lost focus, and he was obviously very drunk...

Really drunk.

Song Qingyu was extremely helpless. How could he still have so much strength even though he was drunk?

She could only struggle hard on her own, and finally broke free from Shen Shian's restraints before the elevator stopped.

It took a lot of effort.

She brought Shen Shian into the apartment and threw him on the sofa.

"I really owe you."

She put her hands on her hips, panting with exhaustion, and sat down on the sofa.

Less than two minutes.

She found something wrong again.

Shen Shian, who was originally unconscious, gradually curled up, holding his stomach with his hands, his face full of pain.

"Shen Shian?"

Song Qingyu walked over and gently shook his shoulder.

Shen Shian's face looked even more painful.

His thick eyebrows were tightly furrowed.

Song Qingyu slapped his forehead weakly.

past life.

Shen Shian suffers from gastritis.

Because of his illness, she had specially learned some folk remedies to help him regulate his body.

But in this life...

Let him die of pain!

Song Qingyu sat back down.

Shen Shian's intermittent groans of pain came, irritating her eardrums from time to time.

at last.

Song Qingyu was so angry that she threw the pillow at Shen Shian.

"I really owe you."

She took out the medicine box and went to make medicine for Shen Shian.

What if he died of pain.

It’s mom and dad who are sad!

Song Qingyu continued to prepare herself mentally, prepared the medicine, and helped Shen Shian up.

"Shen Shian, take the medicine!"

She slapped his face hard.

He was already in a bad mood, and showed no mercy when he attacked, and actually woke Shen Shian up.

He squinted because of the bright light.

The person in front of me is Song Qingyu?

Wasn't he drinking with Jiang Yunzhou? Why did he come to Song Qingyu's house?