queen's parlour gl

This was Mou Ying's first time drinking baijiu.A full cup is so spicy that smoke comes out of your throat.

Chen Binchang watched her pour down a cup fiercely as if he was looking at death, and there was a bit of appreciation on his face. He glanced at Zeng Yixuan and smiled: "This child is not bad."

As soon as he raised his head, he also drank the wine to the end, raised his hand and raised the bottom of the glass.

The alcohol was strong, and Mou Ying soon lost consciousness.The light made her dizzy, the dishes on the table were suddenly near and far away, and their talking and laughing sounded like they were separated from each other, so they couldn't hear clearly.

sleepy.She barely supported her eyelids, trying to pull herself back from the emptiness to reality.Just when he felt that he was about to surrender, a hand was placed on his forehead suddenly, it was slender and soft, with a faint fragrance and a slight coolness.Mou Ying closed her eyes and rubbed against that hand.Wow, so comfortable.

"Are you okay?" The familiar voice sounded calmly in my ears, it seemed that there was some worry mixed in, but it didn't seem to be.

"Sleepy..." For some reason, she blurted out what was bothering her now, as if telling her it would solve it.

The hand paused slightly and left her forehead.Dissatisfied, she stretched out her hand to grab it, but found that she had been helped up.Leaning her legs limply against the man, she smelled her breath with satisfaction, reached out and hugged her neck, and put her head on her shoulder.

"Don't make trouble." When she heard her say this, she was a little helpless, and seemed to have a smile, "Put on your coat first, it's cold outside."

"Oh." She nodded, trying to stand up straight, but she couldn't tell the direction.The man patiently helped her button up her coat, helped her and left.

The wind was blowing outside, and ghosts were crying and howling, but she felt hot all over her body, wishing she could take off her coat and roll in the snow.

"Yixuan, I'm so hot. I don't want to wear a coat." She said, wrapping her arms around her waist and leaning into her arms.

"Hey, get in the car and take it off." The man coaxed her, obviously in the tone of coaxing a child, but she felt very happy when she heard it.

The steps were deep and shallow, I don't know how far they walked, anyway, they were in the car later.

The small confined space was filled with her breath.She helped her take off her coat and let her lie in her arms.It was as good as a dream.She couldn't help thinking about it.

"Yixuan?" She murmured to her.

"Yeah." She answered her in a low voice.

"I like you." She confessed inarticulately, "I like you so much, I like you so much."

Ah He in the front row couldn't help laughing.

Zeng Yixuan paused, glanced at the baffle, feeling helpless, so she pretended she didn't hear anything, fed her water and hangover medicine, and gagged her.

Fortunately, she didn't seem to ask for any answer. After taking the medicine, she happily lay down on her lap and fell asleep. The corners of her lips were still slightly curled up, as if she had some sweet dream.

She was sound asleep when the car stopped.

The bodyguard came over and opened the car door, hesitated for a second, and wanted to lean over and hug her.

Zeng Yixuan raised her hand to stop: "Don't move."

She herself would never want to be touched by unrelated people, and it would be the same for Mou Ying.

The bodyguard looked at Miss Zeng in surprise, and murmured in his heart: Is this young lady planning to carry her up by herself?It's still... quite far away...

Miss Zeng didn't move, but Ah He got out of the car, opened the trunk, took out a folding wheelchair, and assembled it in twos and twos.

The bodyguard suddenly realized, stepped aside and made no sound, but still had some doubts in his heart: Why is there a wheelchair in this car?

Zeng Yixuan personally wrapped the person in a blanket, carried him to the wheelchair, fastened the seat belt, and pushed him away.

Ah He turned around and got into the car, and looked at the bodyguard with a smile: "You didn't see anything."

The young bodyguard lowered his head and frowned, repeating in a low voice: "I didn't see anything."

The sky is cold, the night is spreading, and the chill is slowly rising from the soles of his feet. He suddenly envies the woman who fell asleep just now: what kind of experience is it like to be protected by a beautiful and powerful person like Miss Zeng? .

Zeng Yixuan pushed the person through the door, turned on the light, and squatted down to look at her.He fell into a deep sleep and blushed a lot.

After thinking about it, she pushed him into the downstairs guest room - the one where Mou Ying had been living.

Of course the room was locked, but of course Miss Zeng had the key to it.

In fact, after knowing that she was ill, before Mou Ying moved into this house, she lived in the downstairs guest room for two years - because Lu Feng was afraid that she would suddenly fall ill and fall down the stairs.Originally, it was not intended for Mou Ying to stay here for such a long time. After she left, she would naturally go back to live downstairs.When did it start and everything slowly went off track?

She pushed the wheelchair into the bathroom, stripped off his clothes, and threw him into the bathtub.The clothes smelled of alcohol, she frowned in disgust, took out her underwear and panties and prepared to wash them by hand, and threw the rest into the washing machine.

Then she began to bathe the drunk.

The capacity for alcohol is too bad, it seems that this guy can't be allowed to drink too much in the future.She thought, scrubbing her hands very crisply.Mou Ying was in a deep sleep, and she let her up~down~his hands as if unconscious, but she herself was upset, she couldn't look right, she couldn't look right, she couldn't wash it right, and she didn't wash it right...

It wasn't until she felt that the cleanliness of the other party's body had reached the standard that she fished him out, wrapped him in a bath towel and threw him on the bed.

It turns out that taking a bath is so tiring.The body is also tired, and the heart is also tired.

Seeing Mou Ying sleeping soundly, Miss Zeng couldn't help feeling even more depressed.Sighing, she resignedly stepped forward to dry the person's body carefully with a bath towel, found out a pajamas to change into, and helped him dry his hair finely.

After tossing and looking, it was already eleven o'clock.

Take a shower by yourself, wash your clothes, and dry your hair, and the hour hand points directly to midnight.

She lowered her head to check the situation of the man, and let her sleep on her side.After thinking about it, I still don't feel relieved, in case I vomit in the middle of the night and then get choked.

In the end, she had no choice but to take off her pillow and quilt, lie down next to Mou Ying, and also act as a nurse for her.In this way, at least she can deal with any problems as soon as possible - she has always been a light sleeper, and she will wake up when there is any movement.

Tit for tat really.As she thought about it, she couldn't help being amused and guilty: After all, Mou Ying drank this big wine because of her...

Sure enough, Mou Ying vomited several times during the night, but her mind was quite lucid, she got up and staggered into the bathroom, but she still remembered to lock her out of the bathroom door so she couldn't laugh or cry.

But to be honest, she could only vaguely hear her vomiting outside, and Zeng Yixuan was more worried, so she had to stand outside the door and wait for her, and then watched her fall back onto the bed in a sleepwalking manner.

After tossing and turning like this several times, Mou Ying was able to fall asleep, but she couldn't fall asleep anyway.After closing her eyes and counting the sheep for a while, seeing that the window had begun to turn white, Miss Zeng sighed and resigned herself to getting up to make sober soup for someone.

hell.This seemed to be the first time she stayed up so late after being diagnosed.Probably because I slept for a while, the feeling is not as exaggerated as what Lu Feng said before, but there is a dull pain in the head, the tinnitus changes from buzzing to screaming from time to time, people are more tired and can't cheer up, In addition, it seems that there is a ball of cotton stuffed in the brain, which is not very clear.No dizziness, no nausea.acceptable.she thinks.

When the alarm clock rang, Mou Ying subconsciously raised her hand to her forehead.Ahhh, my head hurts so much, why does my head hurt so much... Who is she and where is she?

He opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, oh, fortunately, he was in his own room.I closed my eyes to rest my mind, and suddenly sat up again with a "teng".

She seemed...drunk last night?The clear memory seems to be up to the moment when I looked up and drank Moutai, and then there are some very vague fragments: the crooked footsteps when going out, the cold wind that shaved my face like a knife, the dim light when I vomited, and the burning pain in my throat... All of these seem to be separated by two or three layers of glass, as if they have existed and they have not.However, the cool touch of Zeng Yixuan's hand and the light fragrance of her body are extremely clear in Mou Ying's messy mind.

She looked down at the pajamas she was wearing, and couldn't help but gasped.No way……

She turned her head blankly and looked at her side, the empty half of the bed~on it was the quilt and pillow that she had changed for Zeng Yixuan by herself a few days ago.Because she was sleeping ignorantly, her whole body was almost turned sideways, and the lifted quilt was half pressed under her body, and she hadn't tidied it up. The feeling of being separated from home was in stark contrast to Miss Zeng's usual tidy and clean bed.

She threw herself on the pillow and sniffed it blankly, and sure enough...it was that person's breath.Ah ah ah ah ah! ! !Mou Ying hugged her head in frustration, wishing she could hit the wall: Mou Ying, you beast, you are a coward, what did you do to Miss Zeng!Didn't ask for a kiss... Didn't touch her hands... Ahhh, is her good image ruined like this!

It took her a while to recover.No... Maybe she changed her pajamas herself, but did Miss Zeng's quilt and pillows also come from her?Even if I tried my best to force him to cheat, but I fell asleep so dead afterwards, Miss Zeng can definitely leave...

So it's actually... the eldest lady was worried about herself, so she took the initiative to stay?The feeling of happiness slowly overflowed from the bottom of my heart to my entire chest.Mou Ying happily rolled around on the bed, hugged Miss Zeng's pillow and kissed her twice, then reluctantly got up.

Washing, changing clothes, and then she couldn't help but think: Who changed the pajamas last night? Who changed it? Who changed it...

He went out of the room feeling agitated, and saw Zeng Yixuan sitting on the sofa idly on the phone, watching her come out with no expression, just pointing to the kitchen.

Mou Ying walked over curiously to have a look, and saw soup was being stewed in the kitchen that had been as clean as new for thousands of years.The small purple casserole smells tangy when the lid is opened.Ahhh, this chef is good, and his style is quite changeable.Seeing that she often cooks Western food on weekdays, and sometimes she cooks very light Chinese food, I thought he was not good at home-cooked Chinese food.

She filled the soup with a smile and started to drink it by herself. When she was halfway through drinking, she saw Zeng Yixuan also entered the restaurant. "Thank you, did you ask the chef to do it?" She greeted happily.

It is obvious that all kinds of condiments are in normal portions, and it is clear that Zeng Yixuan does not intend to drink it. It is the same as the ginger soup last time, Miss Zeng specially ordered the chef to make it for her.Ah, so happy how to break it.

Zeng Yixuan glanced at her and asked her calmly: "Is it good?"

"It's delicious." She had no doubts about him, and seriously commented, "But it's still not as good as the chef of Nancheng Hotel. For foreigners, it's normal to cook Chinese food with a little bit of heat. And you can't do it on weekdays~" You can’t drink it even if you eat it, if you don’t practice too much, you’re sure you won’t be good at it.”

"Hmm..." Miss Zeng was noncommittal, turned around and left.

Mou Ying blinked, feeling that the eldest lady was behaving a little strangely today.Just leave after asking, did she come into the restaurant just to ask her if the soup is good?Or, is she still feeling embarrassed because she took the initiative to stay and take care of her last night?Thin-skinned... Hahaha, it's too cute...