Chapter 74 I like you
Wen Xin had a high blood pressure attack in the afternoon. Wen Baijing went home to see his grandfather and stayed by his side. Fortunately, he was safe. After the family doctor treated him, his blood pressure dropped. The doctor advised him to pay attention to his diet and keep his mood stable.
After taking a short breath, he remembered that he had asked Ye Zhenzhen to wait for him in the afternoon. He also thought that Lin Luoyu seemed to be very familiar with Ye Zhenzhen, and even knew Ye Mao.
Lin Luoyu's involvement in her life was so deep, even deeper than his.
It made him very angry.
Originally, he wanted to leave Ye Zhenzhen alone for a few days, waiting for her to take the initiative to beg for forgiveness. Thinking of her coquettish appearance and her rare initiative, Wen Baijing's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
On second thought, I decided to ask him in person what was going on.
The moment the call was connected, deafening Club Dance music came from the other end. He frowned and couldn't help but move his ears away.
Then a strange female voice asked him who he was in a hoarse voice.
He walked into the noisy bar and looked around. When he came to the booth, Ye Zhenzhen was lying on the sofa, already asleep. He couldn't help but frown.
"Who are you?" He looked at Zhongli and asked.
"My name is Zhongli, and I'm Ye Zhenzhen's friend. Who are you?" Zhongli sat on the sofa, looking up and down at the man in front of him.
Wen Baijing took out his ID card and handed it to Zhongli. After making sure she had seen it clearly, he took it back and said, "Were you the one who answered the phone just now?"
Without waiting for Zhongli to answer.
As he spoke, he leaned over, put Ye Zhenzhen's arm on his shoulders, and lifted her up powerfully.
He turned around and asked, "Do you need me to take you there?"
Zhongli was relieved when he saw this, and waved his hand with a smile: "No, my boyfriend will be here soon. You take care of her."
Zhongli stood up and handed him Ye Zhenzhen's coat and cell phone.
Didn't take two steps.
"Wait." Zhongli quickened his pace to catch up with him and blocked his way.
Wen Baijing looked at her in confusion, somewhat bewildered.
A man walked over from a distance, smiling and waving at Zhongli. Zhongli staggered and spoke incoherently, "She likes you, did you know that?"
Wen Baijing was stunned for a few seconds. This question was obviously unexpected.
The man quickly came close, put his arm around Zhongli and asked in a gentle voice if he had drunk too much. The two of them talked in low voices, and Zhongli leaned on the man's shoulder like a little bird.
Seeing this, Wen Baijing held Ye Zhenzhen and walked out.
After a short rest, Ye Zhenzhen's alcohol consumption faded a little, but she was still weak and her speech was unclear.
Smelling a familiar scent, she muttered something vaguely.
Walking out of the bar, the cold wind blew, and Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously shrank into the man's arms.
The burning body suddenly cooled down, and she sobered up a little. She opened her eyes a little, and the person in front of her seemed to be double.
Wen Baijing put her in the passenger seat and fastened her seat belt. He raised his hand and pinched her cheek, tightening his fingertips intentionally as if to vent his anger.
He was the one who should be angry and drinking alone. Seeing Ye Zhenzhen, who had no tolerance for alcohol, get so drunk made him feel choked up.
At that time, I knew Ye Zhenzhen couldn't drink, so I was reluctant to let her drink too much. I didn't expect that now she would deliberately get drunk.
Wen Baijing couldn't help but sigh.
Driving in the well-connected Yuncheng, the light and dark of the street lights interweave on his handsome face, and the outline of his profile looks a little cold and hard.
When they got home, Ye Zhenzhen, who was drunk, hung on him and refused to let go.
She half-closed her eyes, looked at Wen Baijing in a daze, shook her head, and said incoherently: "I miss you..."
Then, under the influence of alcohol, I kissed him randomly.
Wen Baijing's body stiffened for a moment. He did not push her away, but let her kiss fall on his Adam's apple, which rolled up and down.
Sitting on the sofa in the living room, Ye Zhenzhen climbed onto his shoulders and kissed his lips wantonly.
Wen Baijing frowned, took off her arms around his neck, and prepared to stand up.
"Don't go..." She grabbed Wen Baijing's clothes tightly, and her drunken voice sounded dependent for no reason.
"I'll make you some hangover soup." Wen Baijing said softly, "Be obedient."
She let go of his hand and fell limply onto the sofa. Her stomach began to churn again, and she frowned, staggering to her feet and stumbling toward the bathroom.
The wine and stomach acid rushed down my throat, causing a momentary spasm in my stomach and intestines and a burning sensation in my throat.
After vomiting, her stomach was empty. She shivered unconsciously and felt a little cold.
Ye Zhenzhen smelled the alcohol on her body and couldn't help wanting to vomit. She took off her clothes and staggered into the bathroom. The hot water sprinkled on her body, warming her body a lot.
When she walked out of the bathroom, she felt weak, dizzy and unsteady.
Ye Zhenzhen subconsciously held onto the washbasin to support her shaky body. She tried to walk out of the bathroom, but she couldn't muster any strength.
His eyelids pressed down heavily and his body fell down.
After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Ye Zhenzhen woke up with an unbearable thirst. She opened her eyes and found herself sleeping in Wen Baijing's house. She subconsciously turned her head to look at the pillow.
Empty.
I don't know why, but my heart feels a little empty.
She rubbed her temples, sat up, and looked around with the help of the night light on the bedside table.
The room was silent and she was the only one there.
Ye Zhenzhen threw back the quilt, stood up and prepared to go to the kitchen to get some water. She walked towards the kitchen in her slippers with ease.
The lights were on in the kitchen. Wen Baijing was serving the hangover tea he had prepared. His busy figure seemed to be illuminated by a soft light, and looked extremely warm.
Hearing the noise, he looked up at her and said in a gentle voice, "Is Ye Jiuxian awake?"
She didn't hear any sarcasm, only a hint of doting. She lowered her head and smiled with shame.
Her head felt heavy, and she sat at the table, her face supported by her hands and her chin supported.
The man was wearing a white shirt with three buttons undone and his cuffs rolled up twice, and his black trousers were flowing without any wrinkles.
She stared at Wen Baijing without blinking, in a daze.
When they first met, he was also wearing a white shirt, exuding a cold and distant temperament, and looked at her coldly. However, in just a few months, he was cooking soup for her in the middle of the night with warm light.
She was extremely greedy for the warmth of this moment.
"What are you thinking about?"
As he spoke, Wen Baijing handed her the hangover soup. The steaming hot air filled her eyes.
"Nothing..." She regained her composure and asked in confusion, "How did I get to you?"
Wen Baijing raised his eyebrows, "You knocked on my door drunk, and I don't know how you got here."
Upon hearing this, Ye Zhenzhen, who was drinking the hangover soup, choked and couldn't stop coughing.
The man walked closer and stroked her back, his warm palms gently caressing her back.
"From now on," Wen Baijing said calmly, with a warning tone, "if you dare to drink like this again, I won't open the door for you."