I walked slowly to the door and saw through the surveillance camera that it was Mu Sen who rang the doorbell.

He opened the door.

"Secretary Mu Sen, what's wrong?"

"Designer Song, the boss is drunk. Can you help take care of him? He hasn't had dinner yet."

"Ah?" Song Wanwan looked at the open door opposite.

There was a moment of silence.

Is this man so dedicated to socializing?

"Boss went to the social event today just for you."

Song Wanwan was even more confused after hearing this.

"I don't have that ability."

"Do you still remember Daniel who wanted to take over the Chengnan project?"

Hearing this, Song Wanwan immediately clenched his fists.

"He drinks with him? Why?"

"To ask who designed you."

"who!"

"The boss has already gotten the information out of me, but he's also drunk."

"Your boss seems to be a poor drinker."

It would be a lie to say that Song Wanwan wasn't moved by these words, but he was also a little angry.

If you can't drink better than him, why drink with that kind of person!

"The boss doesn't like socializing, so usually it's Vice President Gu Xingzhi who handles all the socializing."

"Didn't he drink too much yesterday?"

"I was in a bad mood yesterday."

"..." Song Wanwan really didn't know how to respond.

This man doesn't seem as indestructible as he looks.

"It's his birthday today, why doesn't he go home?"

Song Wanwan was really curious.

She had originally made up her mind to draw a clear line between them, but her sentimental side made her unable to help but be curious about him.

I will worry about him.

"The boss is not on good terms with his father, so I'll have to trouble Designer Song tonight." Mu Sen said in a very respectful tone.

Song Wanwan didn't know how to respond when he was asked to do something.

"How about...you stay too. I'm afraid I can't handle it."

"I have something else to do. The boss doesn't like people staying overnight."

"I see..."

There was a hint of embarrassment on Song Wanwan's face.

So why did he let her sleep at his house that day?

Is it because he can’t drink much and got drunk?

That's not right. He just smelled of alcohol that day. He was much sober than me.

Song Wanwan felt a little strange, but couldn't figure it out.

"I'm leaving now. Sorry to bother Designer Song."

Mu Sen waved goodbye to Song Wanwan. He was a little serious just now, but now he was smiling like a flower.

Song Wanwan had no choice but to refuse.

Forget it, since it's his birthday today.

Also because he tried to pry information out of Daniel.

Take care of him!

Song Wanwan went back to her room to get her cell phone, closed the door, and entered Rong Luchi's house.

Easy to make smell of alcohol.

The whole house smelled faintly of alcohol.

Just as I was closing the door, I heard something hit the wall with a bang.

Song Wanwan quickly closed the door and walked to the bedroom door.

Rong Luchi walked out despite his drunken body.

"Do you want some water? I'll pour it for you."

Song Wanwan rushed over and just happened to support his shaky body.

When he was dizzy and drunk, Rong Luchi felt a familiar fragrance approaching.

He buried his head in the corner of her neck.

"Song Wanwan, I'm hungry." Rong Luchi said in a hoarse voice.

With the 1.88-meter tall figure leaning on his shoulder, Song Wanwan was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.

This person is drunk, why is he so coquettish?

Song Wanwan supported his tall body and coaxed him, "I'll cook longevity noodles for you."

Rong Lvchi curled his lips into a smile, his voice carrying a bewitching magnetism: "I want... to eat you."