Wen Xin arrived just in time and saw someone throwing a long flower pot with some defects into the trash can. She dragged it back with the flowers and put it on the balcony, thinking of finding some soil to plant it in while she had a break.
Jun Mohan was drunk when he came back. Assistant Xu sent him downstairs. Seeing him stumbling, he said uneasily: "President, how about I take you upstairs?"
"No, I'll go up by myself."
"Then your beard."
Jun Mohan then remembered the important matter, and then he took out the scar from his suit pocket and said lightly: "It's a good thing you reminded me."
After saying that, he pressed the elevator button.
Jun Mohan usually doesn't get drunk easily, but he was a little drunk today. Plus, he had just won a big client, so he was in a good mood and decided to get drunk.
I felt dizzy and retched from time to time. I squinted my eyes and pressed the floor button. I wanted to go to the third floor, but accidentally pressed the fourth floor.
He took out the key and inserted it into the keyhole after a long time, but he couldn't open it.
He clapped his hands desperately.
The woman in the room came out cursing. As soon as she opened the door, she saw a ferocious-looking man and was instantly frightened.
This is a bandit and a drunkard!
"Where did the drunkard come from?"
Jun Mohan looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes dazed for a moment, and pushed her aside and walked in.
"So slow, even opening the door is so slow."
"Hey! Who are you? Get out."
Jun Mohan coldly scolded: "You don't recognize your man either?"
After he finished speaking, he fell directly on the sofa and fell asleep.
The woman was so scared that she quickly called the property management.
The security guard carried Jun Mohan to the sofa in the property, checked his pockets, took out his mobile phone and called Wen Xin, who was his wife.
When the warmth came, the police happened to be there. She explained for a long time before she guaranteed that her man was just drunk and walked into the wrong room and had absolutely no ill intentions. However, she was still criticized.
Wen Xin apologized to the frightened woman repeatedly before she gave up.
Anyone would be scared to death if this happened to them. She didn't blame the woman for causing trouble.
Sitting in the elevator, Wen Xin was speechless as she carried the tall man. His entire body was almost pressing on her thin body, making her very tired.
She admired this man because he was like a dead pig when he was drunk.
"Ugh!" Jun Mohan's stomach churned and he vomited all over her.
"Hold!"
When she entered the house, she was so tired that her bones were falling apart. She threw him on the sofa and hurried to deal with the vomit on her body.
When she came out again, she came to him with water. If it wasn't for the fact that he was her husband for the time being, she would definitely not touch him.
Jun Mohan was dazed and only felt a figure swaying in front of him.
Slowly, the figure approached, and he saw the familiar face clearly. Seeing that she was holding a towel in her hand, he instantly woke up.
He stood up suddenly, their foreheads collided, and Wen Xin gasped in pain.
Jun Mohan was half drunk, he protected his lower abdomen and said defensively: "You, what do you want to do?"
"Taking advantage of someone's misfortune?"
Wen Xin's eyes were full of stars and her gaze fell on his lower abdomen which was protected by his hands. What did this mean?
Is he afraid that she will eat him? Is it that serious?
To be honest, given his looks, she wasn't strong enough to eat him.
After complaining, Wen Xin said unhappily: "What can I do? Help you wash your face!"
"Damn it, don't get so close to me."
Wen Xin sneered, "What's the point of this? Do you think I want to eat you?"
Jun Mohan's cheeks flushed red, and his eyes, which were already drunken, suddenly became erratic and he didn't dare to look her in the eye.
"I'm warning you, don't enter my room, or you will suffer the consequences."
After saying this, he stumbled towards the room, not forgetting to close and lock the door.
Wen Xin's mouth twitched, and she threw the towel heavily into the basin, muttering to herself: "Men nowadays love to be sentimental."
"Don't you look in the mirror? You look so fierce. What can I do?"
The next morning, the weather was fine. Wen Xin had just washed and dried the vomit he had vomited on his clothes last night when he came out, fully dressed, but looking pale.
Seeing Wen Xin on the balcony, he said in a deep voice: "Were you the one who opened the door for me last night?"
Wen Xin walked in and said, "I went to the security room and carried you back."
After saying that, she went straight into the kitchen and brought him some hangover soup.
"Drink the hangover soup, don't worry, it's not poisoned."
Jun Mohan was puzzled and asked, "What do you mean?"
He clearly remembered that he came up last night, she opened the door for him, and then he lay on the sofa. She was about to wash his face when he woke up.
"Don't you remember that you ran to the floor above us last night, entered someone's house, and scared the little girl so much that she called the police?"
Jun Mohan's face turned dark instantly. This couldn't be possible!
He is principled.
Seeing that he didn't believe her, Wen Xin took out her cell phone from her apron and showed it to him. The video was a video that the security guard gave her of him acting drunk and asking her to go down and get him.
Jun Mohan watched the video of him dancing wildly in the security room and then lying on the ground motionless, and his face instantly turned as dark as charcoal fire.
He was the president of Jun's Group, but he was so drunk. Fortunately, no one recognized him because of his beard and scars, otherwise he would have been a hot topic.
“Deleted.”
He raised his hand, trying to snatch her phone and delete the video, but Wen Xin took his hand back and said with a smile, "This is evidence of your drunken behavior. I have to keep it and can't delete it. If you dare to abuse me that day, I will post it."
Jun Mohan: "......"
He knew Wen Xin was joking, and thinking there wouldn't be a next time, he didn't bother to care.
"Have breakfast! I have to go outside the city to find some soil to plant flowers when I get home from get off work today. I picked up a lot of flowers and succulents in the community yesterday."
Jun Mohan then remembered the long black square flowerpot on the balcony, and the bunch of flowers that were randomly buried in the soil. He frowned and said, "There are shops selling soil in the mall, why go to the suburbs to look for it?"
"It's different. The soil is expensive. Their soil is also brought from the village. Why waste money?"
Jun Mohan said calmly: "How about this, I will help you get the soil back. I drank too much at the social event last night, so Mr. Jun will give me half a day off."
"That's great, thank you uncle."
After breakfast, they collected the dishes together. When she reached for the chopsticks at the same time, her cold fingertips accidentally touched the back of his hand. Wen Xin quickly withdrew her hand, feeling embarrassed, and pretended nothing was wrong.
Jun Mohan's face turned red instantly. He looked away uncomfortably and touched his red ears awkwardly.
The two didn't say anything, and Wen Xin went straight to the company.
There was a car parked in front of the KTV, and Zhang Guodong and Xiao Han were arguing in front of the car. Zhang Guodong tried to drag Xiao Han into the car, but Xiao Han held the rearview mirror tightly with her hands and was unwilling to get in the car.
Seeing this, Wen Xin quickly stopped the car and ran towards the two people.
"Xiao Han, if you don't go, my mother will really jump off the building. Please save her."
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