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Qin Lang went up to the fifth floor with half help and half hug.

Su Rui didn't cooperate, and there was a lot of commotion, leaving Chu Xi to be alarmed.The boss came and waved his hand, saying that today's order is free, and he is also responsible for the guest who is so drunk. In order to make amends, he asked Su Rui to stay in the upstairs guest room for one night, and leave the next day when he sobered up.

This idea was really brilliant, Qi Xuan completely ignored him as the shopkeeper, and left with a grim expression.

With his signature smile on his face, Chu Xiliu patted Qin Lang's shoulder earnestly and said, "It's rare that Young Master Su looks at you differently. This glorious task is entrusted to you. You must take good care of him."

In this way, Qin Lang became a coolie.

After swiping the room card and opening the door, Qin Lang put him on the bed and prepared to leave.Before leaving, I remembered the last sentence of the boss "take good care of people"... Would it be too perfunctory for me to leave like this?

Qin Lang looked around, his eyes fixed on Su Rui's dirty shirt.

The clothes are dry cleaned and can be delivered tomorrow morning.For the rest, Qin Lang felt that he couldn't help much.

Qin Lang started to help the person on the bed unbutton his shirt, and finally there was only the last button left, and his wrist was grabbed again.

Qin Lang was depressed, and when he looked up, Su Rui's sharp gaze was shooting at him through the lens.

Qin Lang was a little surprised at his reaction, and felt relieved when he thought of his roommate who was a patient with severe cleanliness. Maybe this Mr. Su didn't like physical contact with strangers.

Now that a person is awake, there is no need for him to take care of it.

Qin Lang finally asked: "Mr. Su, do you need me to wash your shirt?" If not, I will leave first.

Su Rui stared straight at him, obviously not fully awake: "You wash?"

Qin Lang was taken aback: "No, there is a special laundry room."

Su Rui looked down at the half-hanging shirt on his body, and then at Qin Lang. After being stunned for a long time, he tore off the shirt in disgust and threw it on the ground.

Just now I thought this kid was trying to take advantage of others, but now that Su Rui looked at Qin Lang's clean clothes and clear eyes, he really didn't look like he was going to do anything.

Su Rui went to the bathroom, Qin Lang took a pot of water before leaving, and pressed the switch to heat it up.

There was a loud noise in the bathroom, Qin Lang paused the hand that was about to open the door, and then knocked on the frosted glass door of the bathroom: "Mr. Su, what happened?"

A low voice came from inside: "It's okay, I fell."

Qin Lang stood by the door and didn't dare to leave for a moment. After waiting for 10 minutes, but there was no movement inside, he knocked on the door again: "Mr. Su?"

Knocked a few times, no response.

Qin Lang tried to open the door, but it was not locked.

The bathroom was smoky, Su Rui was soaking in the bathtub, his head was resting on the edge of the white porcelain bathtub, the glasses frame was not removed on the bridge of the nose, and the lenses were full of water mist.

The water in the faucet was still rushing, and it soon covered his neck and was spreading upwards.

Fell asleep?

Qin Lang walked over with a headache. If he didn't come in, the headline of tomorrow's newspaper would probably be Mr. Su who drowned in the bath.

He fished out the man, wrapped him in a bath towel and carried him out. After coming out, Qin Lang was already covered in water.

Su Rui's knee was bruised and his ankle was also swollen, probably from falling in the bathroom just now.

Qin Lang picked up the phone in the guest room and connected to the front desk on the fifth floor.

"Hello, what can I do for you." A sweet female voice came from the phone.

"Is there such a thing as safflower oil?"

The other side was silent for a second, and soon regained enthusiasm: "May I ask you to use Fengyoujing? Or...a lubricant?"

Qin Lang's hand holding the microphone trembled, where did this go?

Qin Lang changed his question to a question that he thought would not cause misunderstanding: "The guest has a sprained ankle, is there an emergency medicine kit?"

"Okay, okay, wait a minute, it will be delivered soon!"

I don't know if it was his illusion, but the voice on the other end of the phone seemed to be more enthusiastic.

The doorbell rang quickly, and a girl was holding a medicine box and looking inside.

Qin Lang took the medicine box and thanked him. The girl was disappointed that she didn't see the imaginary picture before leaving.

Su Rui woke up in pain, and was still a little at a loss when he woke up.

Qin Lang rubbed the safflower oil in his palms to warm it up, and was rubbing his ankles. Finally, he tore off a piece of plaster and put it on before Qin Lang went to wash his hands.

Look at the time, it's three o'clock in the morning, and now I can sleep for a few hours when I go back.

Su Rui sat by the bed, the curtains were pulled aside by him, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was the deep night.Seeing Qin Lang come out after washing his hands, Su Rui said "Thank you".

Qin Lang poured him a glass of warm water, Su Rui took it, held it in his hand and didn't drink it.

"Don't be too sad." For those who just lost love, comforting doesn't have much effect, but there is only so much Qin Lang can do: "Everything will be fine."

Su Rui let out a "hmm" in his nasal cavity: "Turn off the air conditioner for me, it's a bit cold."

The outside temperature was thirty, Qin Lang raised the temperature of the air conditioner to 26 and set it to the minimum wind.

Qin Lang picked up the shirt on the ground, intending to take it to the laundry along the way: "Then I'm leaving. Mr. Su, good night."

The mirror reflected light, Su Rui leaned against the head of the bed, unable to see his expression clearly: "Good night."

Qin Lang's regular schedule was disrupted last night. He slept until 08:30. If it wasn't for the bewildered Ye Ming knocking on his door, he would have been late today.

Wiping the floating dust on the table with a scouring pad, Song Yun, who walked silently, floated behind Qin Lang like a ghost: "Busy?"

Qin Lang kept his hands in his hands, and asked, "What's the matter?"

Song Yun touched his chin and looked at him: "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Qin Lang raised his head. Apart from lack of sleep, he was fine.

Song Yun looked him up and down, and after making sure there was nothing wrong, he pulled him aside: "What did you do to Director Su yesterday?"

Qin Lang was puzzled, what could he do to people?

"How did I hear that you stayed in the private room until midnight, and Director Su limped away in the morning."

Qin Lang couldn't laugh or cry: "When can men and men not be in the same room?"

"Are you really stupid? You haven't found out for so long, how many people here are straight?" Song Yun teased: "Tell me what happened last night? The torture army is coming soon."

"Nothing, Mr. Su twisted his foot."

Song Yun gave a meaningful "oh".

Qin Lang's right eyelid twitched, and he continued to explain: "It has nothing to do with me, he fell in the bathroom."

"Oh ~ bathroom?" Song Yun emphasized his tone.

Qin Lang couldn't speak clearly, so he simply stopped.

Where is the gossip spread the fastest in Qingse?Of course, it belongs to the third and fifth floors. What they have in common is that they all have two distinctive managers, one has no lower limit and the other has no integrity.

And Su Rui drove to the set early in the morning. His little assistant was holding a bowl of soy milk. When he saw him, his eyes almost fell into the bowl: "Ahem, Director Su, are you being robbed?"

Su Rui threw him a bunch of keys: "Go to my house after breakfast and pack up my things."

The little assistant held the key and asked stupidly, "Which house?"

Su Rui's hangover head hurt even more: "The Xilin Garden set."

"Oh," the little assistant put down the bowl, walked two steps and then came back: "What things are you packing?"

Su Rui's forehead was throbbing with veins: "All of them."

The little assistant nodded, and soon appeared in front of him again.

Su Rui's body was filled with black air: "Any questions?"

"Where do you put it after packing?"

Su Rui completely collapsed: "You won!"

This assistant must have been sent by God to torture him.