Voice to you: Only wives are allowed to act coquettishly

"No, I haven't had enough." Wen Qian doesn't want to go home now, when she closes her eyes, her mind is filled with the love letter Gao Yajun wrote to Fu Yicheng, the words in it can kill her a hundred times.

With Zhao Daixin's lower eyelids, she knew that Wen Qian couldn't be persuaded, and looked back at the man who was still screaming, as if she was looking at a dead person.

Wen Qian went back to the dinner table and continued to drink with Sister Hua and Mei Nian. It seemed that her condition was not normal, but Wen Qian was more difficult to offend than everyone here.

He could only drink with her. Zhao Daixin confirmed that Wen Qian opened the door safely and walked out. The man with a beer belly endured the severe pain and finally got up. Seeing that Zhao Daixin's feet were weak, he immediately fell back.

"Miss, I'm the one who doesn't know Taishan, so don't argue with me."

He just wants to go to the hospital quickly to get his hand back.

Zhao Daixin moved his hands a bit: "You have grown up like this and you don't have a little self-knowledge. Today, this girl will teach you a lesson." I don't know how many girls have been abused by him. Zhao Daixin hates this kind of person the most.

Then the beer belly man rewarded him with one of the worst nights ever.

Wen Qian drank two more bottles of red wine in a row, drinking it as if she didn't want money.

Sister Hua was terrified when she saw it: "Wen Qian, stop drinking, you are a public figure after all, pay attention to your image."

Wen Qian listened to the word "public figure" and said, "Isn't Mei Nian here too?" With Mei Nian as an A-list actress, how could those paparazzi shoot her.

Mei Nian was called innocently: "Then it's impossible to just shoot me."

"That's right, let's go then." Wen Qian pointed to the door with one hand and held a freshly opened bottle of red wine in the other.

"Go? Where are you going?" Sister Hua was afraid that she would fall, and Zhao Daixin didn't know where she was going, so she quickly grabbed her arm to prevent her from running around.

"Go home and continue drinking." Wouldn't no one know?
Sister Hua convinced Wen Qian and winked at the director. If she drank any more, she would have to go to the hospital. The director quickly got up and acted impromptu with everyone.

"Yeah, it's getting late, everyone should leave." Wen Qian and the others continued to drink after sending Wen Qian away.

Zhao Daixin just came in, and Mei Nian blinked wildly at her: "Xiaoxin, take Wen Qian back first, we will take a taxi by ourselves later."

Zhao Daixin understood in seconds, and took over Wen Qian's unsteady body: "Then let's go first."

Wen Qian didn't know whether she had heard it or was drunk, so she let Zhao Daixin take her away.

Walking out of the hotel and being blown by the cool wind, Wen Qian felt a little clearer, and resisted to get in the car.

Zhao Daixin didn't know where Wen Qian got her strength, and she almost couldn't catch her several times: "Sister Wen, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, why are you happy, why do you have to have a dinner every time you wrap up?" She didn't want to drink at first, but she couldn't help it after seeing it for a long time.

"We've been together for so long, so of course we have to get together if we're going to separate." Wen Qian wanted to ask her such a simple truth.

"Yeah, we've been together for so long, you said if I wasn't Fu Yicheng's wife, they would still treat me so well?"

Wen Qian knew those flattering words were fake.

Zhao Daixin was silent. It is undeniable that there must be reasons for Fu Yicheng, but Wen Qian is also very good now, so there is no need to think about it.

Besides, how could Wen Qian not be Fu Yicheng's wife, the two of them had such a good relationship that they couldn't even insert a needle.

"Sister Wen, you are drunk."

Wen Qian sniffed sadly, with tears rolling in her eyes, she repeated Zhao Daixin's words: "I'm drunk."

"Yes, I'll take you home." Zhao Daixin coaxed softly like a child.

"Going home" touched a sensitive point in Wen Qian's mind, and she pushed Zhao Daixin's hand away: "I won't go home."

Zhao Daixin didn't dare to provoke Wen Qian, and drunk people can't stand it the most: "Okay, okay, then where do you want to go?"

Wen Qian took out the notebook from her bag, opened the last page, and there was an address on it: "Go here."

Zhao Daixin thought Wen Qian was talking drunk, but she didn't expect that she really had a place to go.

"Then let's get in the car." She belongs to Si Yue and Wen Qian, so of course she will listen to Wen Qian.

Wen Qian fell down on the back seat directly after getting in the car, she didn't want to go back in this state for Fu Rongmo and Fu Yicheng to see.

When it was time for Zhao Daixin to send her to the destination, Wen Qian pulled out a smile that was uglier than crying, and patted Zhao Daixin on the shoulder: "You are still good."

If she had been an assistant, she would definitely have taken her home. She felt that she couldn't do without Fu Yicheng's care.

Zhao Daixin didn't understand what Wen Qian's words meant, and carried Wen Qian on his back to the elevator: "Sister Wen, no matter how sad you are, you can't drink so much, it hurts your body."

"Who says I'm sad? I'm happy."

"Come on, I'm still happy." Wen Qian thought she was blind, everyone at the dinner table saw it, let's see how she will explain it one by one tomorrow.

"I'm really happy. It's been a long time since I drank so much. Would you like some?" Wen Qian shook the red wine bottle she had been holding in her hand.

Zhao Daixin really wanted to drink: "I'll drink it when I enter the door." But she had never seen Wen Qian come to this place.

When the elevator reached the top floor, Wen Qian took out the key from her bag and tried to align it with the keyhole, but alcohol made her dizzy and she couldn't insert it.

Annoyed, he threw the key on the ground.

Zhao Daixin didn't expect Wen Qian to be so cute when she was drunk, so she picked up the key and opened the door.

When Wen Qian saw the door open, she applauded happily, and looked at Zhao Daixin adoringly: "You are amazing."

Zhao Daixin was speechless. After turning on the light, he dragged Wen Qian into the room and settled down. Tired and sweating, he finally had the spare time to look at the house.

It's a small apartment, furnished very warmly, but there is no breath of life at first glance. I didn't expect Wen Qian to hide her own house, so insecure.

Wen Qian got drunk and wanted to vomit. Zhao Daixin was making hangover soup when she heard the noise and hurried into the bedroom.

Wen Qian was holding the sink and vomiting uncomfortably, exuding an unpleasant smell.

Zhao Daixin endured the taste and patted Wen Qian on the back: "You say you, you drink so much knowing that you will feel uncomfortable."

Wen Qian: "Five small boxes and nine boxes..."

What?Zhao Daixin couldn't understand what Wen Qian was talking about at all, and only hoped that she would vomit quickly and go to sleep peacefully.

Half an hour later, Wen Qian felt much better in her stomach, and the hangover soup made by Zhao Daixin also healed.

"Thank you."

If she was alone, she would definitely not come back here.

"Sister Wen will thank me tomorrow when she wakes up."

Wen Qian smiled and stared at Zhao Daixin seriously: "Are you listening to Si Yue or me?"

The originally chaotic atmosphere was frozen by Wen Qian's words.

The smile on Zhao Daixin's face disappeared. Why did Wen Qian ask this question?
Just when she was about to answer, Wen Qian's sleeping sound came suddenly, and what she said just now seemed to be just an illusion of Zhao Daixin.