President, he is so charming to me

"Looks like I can't help."

Meng Yanran didn't feel comfortable asking any more questions at this time, so she found another topic.

Ge Mingwei picked up the wine glass and shook it slightly, his eyes were reddish and his eyes were burning, "Yes, you can, you are my fiancee, only you can."
It's not uncommon to hear nasty words from Ge Mingwei, but this is the first time Meng Yanran has heard him say something that doesn't make sense so affectionately.

The waiter who served the food couldn't help teasing, "The two are talented and beautiful, they are a perfect match!"

The waiter accidentally added another sentence, "This gentleman just drank alone for a long time, and we thought that we might call a driver for him later."

The string in Meng Yanran's heart was completely let go.

It seems that I have been really nervous recently, and I am a little suspicious. How could Ge Mingwei have a problem.

If there was a problem, I would have died eight hundred times in front of him.

It was the same in the previous life, and it is also the same in this life.

It's just that Yan Qile was called, how could Ge Mingwei be involved with all the twists and turns, isn't he drinking here all the time?

Thinking of this, Meng Yanran patted her head lightly with her palm.

Seeing Ge Mingwei lying on the table, still pouring wine non-stop, Meng Yanran put down her chopsticks, stood up and snatched the glass from him.

Meng Yanran put down the cup, "You can't drink any more, I'll take you home."

Ge Mingwei seemed a little dissatisfied, and his words became slurred, "No... no, I want to drink..."

"Stop making trouble, you've drunk too much, go home quickly." Meng Yanran walked over to help him.

Ge Mingwei began to play a rogue, "But the dishes haven't been moved...they haven't been moved..."

Young Master Ge who always regarded money as nothing actually started to cherish food, Meng Yanran felt helpless in every possible way.

"Waiter, the unserved dishes are returned, and the served dishes can be packed for me."

Finally, Meng Yanran settled the bill, holding a large bag of packing boxes in her right hand, and helped Ge Mingwei out of the restaurant.

Meng Yanran took a breath, "You are too heavy!"

She fumbled for the car keys around Ge Mingwei's waist, but he didn't cooperate and evaded.

The two finally got into the car after tossing around. She put Ge Mingwei in the back seat and started the car.

This guy finally became quieter, Meng Yanran looked at his peaceful sleeping face from the rearview mirror.

Ge Mingwei, who was drunk, lost his usual sharpness and anger, and looked much more pleasing to the eye.

Meng Yanran originally planned to go to Ge's house, because it was much closer there, not to mention that she now holds the title of fiancee of the young master of Ge's family, so it would not be rude to go there.

Halfway through the journey, she retreated in her heart.

Thinking of Mrs. Ge, she felt a little apprehensive.
Meng Yanran sighed, then turned around and went to the manor where Ge Mingwei had placed her before.

On the way, I saw a homeless man sitting by the trash can eating steamed buns, and there was a cat next to him.

Meng Yanran stepped on the brake without turning off the engine, got out of the car and handed him a large bag of packed vegetables.

The homeless man was very grateful and thanked repeatedly, but he was careful not to touch Meng Yanran with his clothes.

After several twists and turns, Ge Mingwei woke up two or three times, chanting words like "Qi Wei" and "Vicious" in his mouth.

Qi Wei...

Meng Yanran searched in her mind for a while before remembering that person.

It was at the Ge family dinner, the woman who spoke to him was wearing a golden skirt that swept the floor, with a cold demeanor.

Ge Mingwei warned her to stay away from him.

And, the disgust in Ge Mingwei's eyes...

When they arrived at the manor, Meng Yanran helped Ge Mingwei out of the car.

The housekeeper hurriedly helped to close the car door, and the nanny hurriedly picked up Ge Mingwei who was drunk.
Meng Yanran was sitting in the hall holding a teacup, thinking of the days when she was recuperating here, her heart shuddered.

"Housekeeper, go and do other things. I'll take care of Young Master Ge, and I'll leave after making him hangover soup."

Meng Yanran came to the kitchen, there was everything in the refrigerator, even if she wasn't cooking, the housekeeper would regularly buy various dishes.

The hangover soup was taught to her by her mother, and she has already become better than blue. In the past, Yan Jingheng drank because of entertainment, and she would make it for him when she came home.

Meng Yanran did it herself, and in about half an hour, the hangover soup was ready.

Because he didn't know how much Ge Mingwei drank, he boiled more, more than two bowls.

Meng Yanran filled a large bowl, put it on the plate, and carried it upstairs.

The butler looked at the nimble future young lady and praised her, feeling very satisfied.

The cleaning aunt was about to go upstairs when she was stopped by the housekeeper.

"Don't go, don't go, the young couple is upstairs!" The housekeeper winked at her.

The nanny understood immediately, and the old man blushed and turned to go downstairs.

Meng Yanran gently pushed open the door, and put the cups and plates on the bedside table.

She looked around and sighed, Ge Mingwei really saves trouble, all the rooms have the same layout, and the house looks like a military camp.

Ge Mingwei lifted the quilt dishonestly, lying on his back and sleeping on the quilt, still muttering to himself.

Meng Yanran stepped forward and patted him on the back, "Are you awake? Drinking some hangover soup will make you feel better."

Ge Mingwei turned over, but because he slept too close to the edge of the bed, he rolled onto the carpet all at once.

Boom!
He seemed to wake up with a start, and almost knocked over the hangover soup on the bedside table while he was talking.

Meng Yanran was terrified when she saw it, and quickly reached out to help Ge Mingwei.
"No need to help...I can...can get up by myself."

Ge Mingwei waved Meng Yanran away with a wave of his hand, and sat up cross-legged against the edge of the bed by himself.

Meng Yanran shook her head helplessly, and sat down beside him.

Meng Yanran straightened him up, and said hesitantly, "I've never seen Master Ge lose his composure before, who made you lose your mind like this?"
"Bad woman, just a bad woman, not worth it." Ge Mingwei shook his drowsy head.

"If you don't want to talk, I won't force you to ask. If you want to talk, I'm willing to listen." Meng Yanran lowered her voice, afraid of irritating him.

After a long time, just when Meng Yanran thought he couldn't speak, Ge Mingwei said softly: "Sometimes we can't help ourselves." His words without beginning or end made Meng Yanran puzzled.

Meng Yanran reached out to grab the soup plate on the bedside table, "Stop talking, if you have a headache, drink some hangover soup."
Ge Mingwei held her arm and shook his head, "I won't drink now, I'm very sober."
After thinking about it, he added: "Let it cool down before drinking."

Meng Yanran put the hangover soup back, and sat back beside him.

Ge Mingwei slid down a bit, tilted his head, and naturally leaned on Meng Yanran's shoulder.

Meng Yanran's body froze, a little uncomfortable, but she didn't escape.

The corners of Ge Mingwei's mouth slightly raised, like a little wild cat trying to steal.

"We were childhood sweethearts a long time ago."

Ge Mingwei still spoke, although he couldn't tell the whole story, Meng Yanran might be a good person to confide in.

What childhood sweethearts, they were born and died together in the organization.

"She should like me, and I liked her at first."

"I didn't have any playmates when I was young, she was the only one."

In fact, they were not playmates, but the two cuddled together, struggling through those days of training.

"Her possessiveness is really too strong, I haven't noticed it before."

Because there are live tigers and beasts that cannibalize human flesh, no one will sympathize with how she treats them cruelly.

However, returning to reality, everything about her seems to be incompatible with ordinary people with complex emotions.

Only she, as long as she suffers a little injury, she will fight desperately with others, and no one has ever been as fierce as her.

She seemed to have no feelings, and she didn't know the physical and psychological pain, but she only cared about herself.

"Later, as she grew up, her desire to possess and control became more and more terrifying."

How scary is she?Later, Ge Mingwei even wanted to destroy the dog and doll he liked.

"She killed a friend of mine, a nobleman of mine."

Ge Mingwei closed his eyes when he said this, as if he was restraining something.

The voice and smile of that person seemed to appear in front of his eyes, his smile was like a flower, and he couldn't help reaching out to grab it.

Ge Mingwei's story is very brief, as if he is too lazy to use too many words to describe and recall.

Meng Yanran patted him on the back, "It's painful, it sounds like it's difficult to make a choice."
Just like in the previous life, her reluctance, despair, and hatred for Yan Jingheng...

Those complicated emotions were intertwined, torturing her day after day.

Ge Mingwei turned his head and opened his eyes to look at Meng Yanran, "I swear that I will never have too much to do with her from now on, and I even don't hesitate to fight against a branch of the family."
"I'm really scared, afraid that she will forcefully take what I have again."

Ge Mingwei paused, "But, you don't know, she grew up with me in my house."

She seemed to exist for Ge Mingwei's existence, protecting him from childhood to adulthood.

"My family thought we were made for each other..."

Meng Yanran also turned her head to look at him, "So you are... forced into marriage?"

Ge Mingwei laughed at himself: "Even if you are allowed to take the place of the young master of the Ge family's fiancee, they still won't let me go."

Meng Yanran didn't have much reaction, "I know very well that even though I attended your family's dinner party and met the parents, they didn't really accept me."

"They just think you're joking."

Ge Mingwei suddenly got a little excited, "They always think that she and I are the most suitable, and they all say it's for my own good!"

"They are all outsiders, why should they meddle in my affairs!"

The person who put pressure on him...Meng Yanran saw the face of Mrs. Ge again. After years of polishing, she was still radiant, and she could vaguely discern the demeanor of her youth.

Meng Yanran touched his shoulder, but did not make another sound to comfort him.

"The hangover soup is ready to drink, it's almost cold."

"Thank you."

"No, you have helped me many times."

After tossing for a while, Ge Mingwei fell asleep, and Meng Yanran left.

Coming out of Ge Mingwei's manor, the housekeeper insisted on personally sending Meng Yanran home.

They chatted happily along the way, and the butler said that his daughter was also about the same age as Meng Yanran.

"My daughter is not as fair as Miss Meng, but she is a very lively child, and she is not as calm as Miss Meng..."