The brothers were reborn with tears in their eyes and wanted to pamper their sister to heaven

Shang Ningyue didn't know why she suddenly noticed Fu Ximing's eyes.

She felt that Fu Ximing tonight was so strange, broken and sad.

The servant quickly brought the hangover soup. The two drunkards were not being reasonable at all and kept turning their heads to hide when they smelled the hangover soup.

Shang Ningyue sighed helplessly, and finally she was so angry that she coaxed them both to drink the sobering soup.

The merchant had a guest room and the maid had already packed it up, so Shang Ningyue asked the maid to take Fu Ximing to the guest room to rest.

Shang Yan, on the other hand, was helped back to his room. He was unsteady when walking and rested on the driver's body.

Shang Nigyue was really worried when she saw Shang Yan's appearance, and followed them into Shang Yan's room.

The room had dim lights on, the decoration was minimalist in black and white, and the bed was all black.

The driver helped Shang Yan onto the bed, took off his shoes, and then left the room.

Shang Ningyue looked at her eldest brother's drunk state and helped him tuck in the quilt.

Shang Yan's breathing soon became even, and seeing that he seemed to be fast asleep, Shang Ningyue left the room.

After leaving the room, she was a little worried about Fu Ximing who was sleeping in the guest room. She went downstairs to see him.

Opening the door, Fu Ximing was lying on the white bed in the guest room, with his eyes open and not asleep...

A small light was turned on in the room as usual, and Shang Ningyue stepped forward: "Why don't you sleep?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Ximing turned to look at Shang Ningyue with his eyes open.

Just one glance at Shang Ningyue revealed that Fu Ximing was still drunk at this time.

There were specks of water mist in his eyes, like glass just fished out of the lake. His eyes were dark, but they didn't have the usual pressure-inducing look.

Shang Ningyue sighed softly. She didn't know what happened to Fu Ximing tonight, but it could make a person who is usually so calm and self-possessed become like this now.

She patted the quilt gently and said half-coaxingly: "Go to sleep. Everything will be fine when you wake up."

Fu Ximing stared at her unblinkingly, and Shang Ningyue had no choice but to reach out and cover his eyes, his long eyelashes trembling in her hands.

Shang Ningyue felt that her hands were itchy, and even her heart was itching.

Fortunately, Fu Ximing was quite obedient and really closed his eyes after a while.

Shang Ningyue felt there was no movement under her palm and gently took her hand away. Unexpectedly, Fu Ximing suddenly opened his eyes again.

After repeating this several times, Shang Ningyue began to wonder if he was not drunk at all and was just teasing her!

But looking at Fu Ximing's confused eyes at this time, Shang Ningyue felt that she was overthinking.

"Sleep!" She ordered rather helplessly.

It's really hard to reason with a drunkard.

Fu Ximing's lips moved, as if he wanted to speak, but Shang Ningyue waited for a long time and didn't hear him speak.

But suddenly her mind flashed, and an idea came to her mind. Could it be that Fu Ximing didn't sleep because the light was on?

Just now she covered his eyes, and he closed them to sleep, but woke up as soon as she took them away.

Thinking of this, Shang Ningyue reached out and turned off the light.

Then after adapting to the darkness, she found that Fu Ximing had really closed his eyes and slept under the light of night outside the window.

She was a bit dumbfounded, this man was really.

After telling him to fall asleep, Shang Ningyue also left her room.

But she didn't know that as soon as the door closed, the man who was supposed to be sleeping with his eyes closed opened his eyes.

The confusion in his eyes was no longer the same, replaced by clarity.

He drank the hangover soup and after lying down for a while, he felt that his chaotic mind was slowly waking up.

He kept his eyes open but was not sleepy. He didn't expect that the little girl would suddenly walk in.

And put him to sleep...

Thinking of this, in the darkness, the corners of Fu Ximing's mouth raised slightly.

That night, Fu Ximing had a good sleep after drinking in the merchant's guest room.

Smelling the fragrance left by the little girl in the air, Fu Ximing fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up at seven in the morning, I didn't have the uncomfortable hangover feeling I had in the past.

Instead, I feel energetic because I got enough sleep.

Shang Ningyue worked late into the night for the two drunkards last night, and had to get up early the next day.

She originally thought that the two of them were drunk and would sleep until midnight.

Unexpectedly, when she went downstairs to eat, her eldest brother and Fu Ximing were sitting at the dining table preparing to have breakfast.

Fu Ximing was still wearing the same clothes as yesterday, which were a little wrinkled due to a long sleep, but this did not damage his image.

After sobering up, Fu Ximing returned to his cold and sober appearance, unlike the man who had an emotional breakdown last night.

Shang Yan should have taken a shower after getting up and took care of himself at this time.

If others could see these two top-notch men sitting here so early in the morning, they might say that they are so beautiful.

It's just that Shang Ningyue is already immune. None of her three brothers are tall and handsome with long legs. They almost don't feel it anymore after seeing them so much.

Shang Yan brought his own radar to detect his "sister". His sister saw her just after she came downstairs. He gently asked her to be nice: "Ningyue, are you up?"

Shang Ningyue nodded and sat on Shang Yan's left side.

There was a table full of breakfast on the dining table. After sitting down, Shang Ningyue greeted the two of them: "Brother, good morning, Brother Ximing."

Fu Ximing's eyes were heavy: "Morning."

Shang Yan, as always, gave his sister something to eat and kept her fat and healthy, so he didn't notice Fu Ximing's eyes falling on his sister from time to time.

It wasn't until a pair of chopsticks put a fried dumpling into Shang Ningyue's bowl that Shang Yan raised his head in dissatisfaction: "Fu Ximing, you eat your own, and I will put it for my sister."

Fu Ximing was noncommittal and looked at Shang Ningyue: "Eat more."

That way, it was as if they were sitting in Fu's house at this moment, not their business.

Shang Yan has long been used to Fu Ximing's shamelessness, but every time he sees him, he still feels that Fu Ximing is constantly pushing the limits.

He angrily put a large fried dough stick into Fu Ximing's bowl: "You can eat yours, this is my home!"

Fu Ximing watched Shang Yan going crazy without saying a word. He knew that Shang Yan was looking at his sister like a ball in his eye.

Then under Shang Yan's provocative gaze, he picked up the fried dough sticks and took a bite: "Thank you, Mr. Shang."

Shang Yan was amazed. Fu Ximing's face was thicker than the city wall. Did he specially give him something? Basically, let him know his position, okay?

How to get to him is like giving him something to eat.

Shang Yan rolled his eyes silently and decided to ignore this cheeky weirdo and continue to get food for his sister.

Shang Ningyue looked at these two usually mature and steady people, who looked like naive children at this time, and couldn't help but have a smile on her face.