Chapter 60 He is a crybaby

The light inside the car was dim. Qi Yanxue sat quietly in the passenger seat. His features were sharp and his eyes were long and slanted. Without the traces of tears, he had returned to his usual indifference and arrogance.

There was just a hint of confusion in his eyes, and he stared at her leisurely.

"Why are you in the car?" Zhu Wendong came back to his senses, touched the car keys in his hand, and looked at him with a questioning look.

How did he get in if he didn't have the car keys?

Qi Yanxue blinked and said nonsense seriously, "It crawled in from the tire."

“…”

Zhu Wendong could vaguely smell the faint scent of alcohol in the car. He fixed his almond-shaped eyes on him and asked seriously, "Have you been drinking?"

Qi Yanxue was silent for a long while, then he made a muffled "hmm" sound through his nose, his slender fingers spinning in the air intermittently.

Phantom's spare key dangled from his finger.

Zhu Wendong immediately knew how Qi Yanxue got into the car and asked, "You didn't drive here?"

Qi Yanxue rested one hand on the back of his head, put away the spare car key, glanced at her from the corner of his eye, and said lazily: "I didn't drive here, can't I take my own car home?"

Zhu Wendong noticed something was wrong: "You didn't drive out, so how did you get here?"

Qi Yanxue's voice was hoarse and low, with a hint of fatigue: "I jumped over by long jump."

“…”

Zhu Wendong had no way to refute him and could do nothing about him, so he could only remind him: "Seat belt."

"Oh." Qi Yanxue buttoned it slowly, then raised his chin towards her, "Let's go."

He glanced at the Koenigsegg in the distance calmly.

If there were someone familiar present, they would definitely recognize it as Qi Yanxue's license plate at a glance.

But Zhu Wendong didn't know and didn't notice, and drove towards Biesong.

Along the way, she could always feel a strong and burning gaze on her side. She was not used to being stared at while driving, so she could only speak lightly.

"Don't keep looking at me."

Qi Yanxue squinted his eyes tiredly, as if his mind was not clear after drinking, and he refused to admit it: "Who looked at you?"

Zhu Wendong felt that if she just said the word "you", Qi Yanxue would immediately retort with "How narcissistic!"

So Zhu Wendong chose to remain silent, but he was unwilling to be at a disadvantage, so he deliberately mentioned what happened tonight.

"Why are you crying tonight?" Zhu Wendong's mind finally came to its senses.

Only then did I recall Qi Yanxue's abnormal behavior tonight.

It was strange and uncharacteristic, and Zhu Wendong was confused.

It has been a long time since I saw Qi Yanxue, the crybaby, cry. In the past, he would cry every few days, and he was full of youthful vigor.

But the current Qi Yanxue is dignified, mature, and cold, and has nothing to do with the word "crybaby".

Qi Yanxue didn't want to mention that she cried, and even more so didn't want her to recall the word "stand-in", so she simply closed her eyes and pretended not to hear.

Zhu Wendong glanced at the passenger seat and thought he had fallen asleep. It seemed like he had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

Forget it, why bother with a drunkard.

When he arrived at the Biesong underground garage, Zhu Wendong encountered the same problem as last time.

To prevent the previous accident from happening again, Zhu Wendong called out his name from a distance: "Qi Yanxue."

This time, Qi Yanxue was easier to wake up than last time.

He raised his eyes slightly, and looked at her with his dark eyes filled with weariness.

Zhu Wendong got out of the car and walked to the passenger side, reminding: "Don't let go."

Hearing this, Qi Yanxue opened the car door. As soon as his long legs touched the ground, his whole body felt like it had no bones and he was about to fall to the ground.

Zhu Wendong stood beside him and caught him faster than he thought.

To put it simply, I hugged him in an embrace.

The two passionate bodies pressed together, the man seemed to be using her for support, pressing down on her with a loose force.

The man's warm breath continued to come from her ears, and his soft and fluffy hair tickled her cheeks.

Zhu Wendong frowned: "Qi Yanxue, why did you drink so much?"

I remember that Qi Yanxue rarely got drunk. How much alcohol must he have drunk to get him this drunk?

The man in front of him said nothing, his steady breathing sounding like he was asleep.

They probably couldn't even go upstairs like this, so Zhu Wendong had no choice but to drag Qi Yanxue with him and walk very slowly into the elevator step by step.

In the elevator, she wanted to carry him on her shoulders, but the man's hands were tightly clasped behind her back, preventing her from moving at all.

Zhu Wendong sighed imperceptibly, and when he reached the 23rd floor, he unexpectedly encountered a new problem.

She tentatively asked the drunkard for an answer: "Qi Yanxue, what's the password to your door?"

After a long while, the man in front of him slowly said, "It's your birthday."

Zhu Wendong's body stiffened and she was briefly distracted. After entering her birthday, the door opened. She pretended to be calm, sent Qi Yanxue to the room, and left.

When only one person was left in the room, Qi Yanxue rubbed his sore temples and walked steadily to the living room to pour a glass of water.

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Gastric cancer patients have many dietary restrictions, although Zhu Shouwen will be considerate in their management.

But Zhu Wendong got up early the next morning, cooked a pot of pumpkin porridge, and rushed to the hospital in an orderly manner.

When I arrived at the hospital, Wen Lu was sitting by the bed eating. She looked a little better than yesterday, but still looked weak.

Zhu Wendong put down the pumpkin porridge in his hand, stood in front of her, pursed his lips, and said lightly: "Pumpkin porridge."

Wen Lu raised her eyes and asked, "Did you cook it?"

"Yeah." Zhu Wendong was calm. He turned around and shook the kettle in his hand. Only half of the water was left.

She went out directly to get some water, and out of the corner of her eye she noticed that Wen Lu had eaten a bowl of vegetable noodles and was about to drink her bowl of porridge.

Wen Lu had a gastric surgery five years ago and her stomach is already small. If she continues to eat like this, she will die of overeating before the cancer spreads.

"Don't eat if you can't eat anymore."

Wen Lu ignored him and took a sip.

I remember that I was a complete novice at cooking before, but now I am a pretty good cook.

Although her stomach was clearly full, Wen Lu still took two more sips.

Wen Lu suddenly remembered something, put down the spoon, and hurriedly said to her departing figure: "I scolded your Uncle Zhu for what he did yesterday."

Zhu Wendong paused at the door.

Wen Lu continued, "He was blinded by the Zhou family's betrothal gift and thought Zhou Si'an would be a good match, so he made the decision for you without authorization. Don't take it to heart."

Wen Lu had a fit last night, and after returning to the hospital, she started to scold Zhu Shouwen. Zhu Shouwen didn't say a word in rebuttal, but just kept calming her down and apologized humbly.

Zhu Wendong did not answer and went out to get some water.

When he came back again, he met Mrs. Zhou and Zhou Sian who had just come out of the ward at the door.

Mrs. Zhou approached him affectionately and asked him about his well-being. She smiled and comforted him, "Good boy, your mother's illness will definitely get better."

Zhu Wendong hummed softly.

Then Mrs. Zhou said to Zhou Si'an, "I'll wait for you downstairs."

Then he went downstairs.

Seeing that Zhou Si'an had something to say to him, Zhu Wendong placed the kettle at the door of the ward and pointed to the end of the corridor: "Let's talk there."

Zhou Si'an followed her to the window and asked in a gentle, half-joking voice, "Can we still be friends?"

Zhu Wendong's brows relaxed: "Of course."

Zhou Sian's heart did not relax for a moment after hearing these words, because he had lied at the beginning.

After a long silence, he continued, "Is the reason for rejecting the marriage alliance because of Qi Yanxue?"