His Wife Calls The Shots

Zhu Danjing patted his forehead and smiled helplessly: "How much do you drink? I haven't seen you drunk."

"You are not good at it," she said.

He leaned forward and continued to look at the night sky in the telescope, but his mind was no longer calm.

Zhu Danjing patted his chest: "I feel offended. Next time, we will fight again. Oh, the car I called is here."

Outside the door, several cars slowly stopped at the door.

Zhu Danjing woke up the drunk chatters one by one, dragged them with the driver, and hugged them into the car.

The two girls in the room were also helped by him into the car.

After only seven or eight minutes, a group of people left more than half of them.

Inside and outside, only Lu Wanyu, Feng Can and Xu Youzheng were left.

All three of them were sleeping soundly.

She was planning to call them a car, when suddenly, Feng Xian's assistant ran over.

"Sister Tang, Mr. Feng asked me to take away Young Master Can and Young Master Xu. You should rest earlier."

Then, he handed over a bag: "This is a hangover pill. Mr. Feng specifically confessed that I gave it to you. Let me watch you eat it, otherwise it will definitely be uncomfortable when you wake up."

Qian Mian glanced at the car, and the man was clearly inside.

Xu Mo's face became stiff, and said: "Please, Sister Tang, just eat it. It doesn't hurt anyway. Mr. Feng is in a particularly bad mood now. If I can't do this, I'm afraid he will tear me up. ."

Hearing this, Qianmiao raised his eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of curiosity in his moodless eyes, "Is he in a bad mood?"

Xu Mokang nodded: "Maybe he didn't eat, anyway, he came here after work, and he saw you guys drinking. He... doesn't seem to be happy."

Xu Mo coughed, and said wingedly, "It seems that it is because there are many men here."

He didn't point it out, but he was trying to hint.

He was looking forward to Tang Qianyan's reaction. He waited for a few seconds, but waited until he heard a very shallow "Oh".

Qian Miao took the bag and didn't eat it.

"Pick up people."

Xu Mo didn't have anything to do. This was the only way he could do, so he bent down to help Feng Can up and took it out. Soon, he folded back and helped Xu Youzheng.

Just about to leave, suddenly couldn't help but turn around and said to Qian Mian: "Sister Tang, or else, are you going to coax President Feng?"

Qian Miao frowned: "What are you?"

The assistant grinned: "Although men generally don't make such requests, we sometimes want to be coaxed in our hearts. This is my suggestion. You may wish to consider it. Maybe Feng is always the one that is easy to get angry. Hang it up."

After that, he helped Xu Youzheng to go out.

Qian Miao straightened up, thinking deeply in his eyes.

After a while, the Bentley disappeared from view.

Under the tree, a silhouette of a person looked very tall and lonely against the light.

Feng Xian looked here for a while, then stepped forward.

His face was really not very good, but it was not smelly, as if it were always cold, but with the moonlight, the chill looked a little bit heavier than usual.

Pushing aside the fence, he walked in.

His eyes swept across the empty wine bottle on the table, and he went down so deeply, feeling helpless in sullenness.

Qianmiao looked calm, retracted his eyes, lowered his head and adjusted the binoculars, "Why didn't you go back."

"How much did you drink?"

"Not much."

"Why don't you take the medicine?"

"I'm not drunk."

The man did not refute, he had already come to her. The tall and straight figure covered the top of her head, and the quiet mint scent drove her out of drunkenness.

Before she looked up, a warm coat was wrapped around her body to block the cool night breeze.