Chapter 16 "Don't leave."
Gong Huai felt that he had never been so unsuccessful in his life.
Ningning: Baby, why aren't you talking? Are you busy?
He's still talking, and you're almost calling him autistic. Bai's efforts didn't change Ning Zhiran's opinion of him, but made Ning Zhiran even more annoyed with him.
People like Ning Zhiran...
It's truly an enemy that must be conquered.
Gong Huai clenched his fists.
G: It's really hard for you to be with him.
Ning Ning: It’s not difficult, it’s not difficult. Fortunately, I have you. You give me gifts and care about me. It’s my blessing to meet you.
Although it was the truth, Ning Zhiran still felt a little embarrassed after saying it. He looked at his phone, hesitated for a moment, and sent a bunny kiss emoticon.
The alcohol began to take effect, and Ning Zhiran thought dizzily that G had spent so much money on him, but never sent him a voice message, only typing, just to be the calm one.
It seems a bit unreasonable to collect so much money from people for nothing and not provide any after-sales service.
Ning Zhiran chuckled and typed dizzily.
Ningning: Baby, do you want me to give you a voice call? I want to give you some after-sales service.
Ningning: (chimi.jpg)
After sending it, Ning Zhiran felt dizzy.
"Uh..." Ning Zhiran stood up, covering her mouth, dragged her feet to the bathroom, and couldn't help vomiting.
yue!
"I feel dizzy..."
"My throat is so hot..."
Did he really drink too fast? Or did the content he posted make him sick? Ning Zhiran took a moment to calm down before washing his face, his mind racing like a pirate ship.
He picked up the phone with difficulty and found that G had not replied to him.
Why didn't he reply? Could it be that this was the arrogant boss trying to be nice but not nice?
By not replying to messages, are you trying to get him to take the initiative?
Ning Zhiran thought for two seconds, smiled, and simply clicked on the voice call in "Night Sound" and dialed it.
Gong Huai was shocked when he saw the voice request from "Yesheng".
Oh? What does Little Rabbit Teeth want to do?
Gong Huai clicked the answer button before his mind could react. He quietly put the phone to his ear and waited.
Ning Zhiran's drunken voice came from the receiver.
"Baby, hey, hey, Ningning is here to provide you with after-sales service and chat with you..."
Gong Huai frowned. What was going on with that sound? Was Xiao Tu Ya drunk?
He didn't want to reveal his identity, so he lowered his head and typed.
G: Are you drinking?
Ning Zhiran received the notification, struggled to pick up her phone, and squinted to look at it. Just as she was about to speak, her stomach began to twitch again.
He quickly clicked mute.
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
Gong Huai: “…”
On the other end of the phone, Ning Zhiran turned the mute button to speaker and live-broadcasted his "after-sales service" throughout the process.
Real, loud, and full of sincerity.
Gong Huai was really speechless. After not seeing him for half a day, how on earth did this guy end up drinking himself into this state?
Ning Zhiran finished vomiting, washed her face, and murmured with a heavy nasal sound: "Baby, I'm sorry, I just turned on the mute."
After saying that, Ning Zhiran smiled again: "Why don't you want to turn on the microphone? The boss gave you gifts, isn't it just to get the anchor to chat with you..."
Gong Huai held the phone in silence for two seconds, then lowered his head to type two words and deleted them. He stared at the interface and suddenly realized that Ning Zhiran probably couldn't even read the words clearly.
He didn't want to reveal his identity, but if he didn't say something now, Ning Zhiran would probably be surprised.
Gong Huai raised his hand, pinched his nose, and asked seriously in a Mickey Mouse-like falsetto, "How much have you drunk?"
Ning Zhiran tilted her head and couldn't help laughing out loud.
G's voice is quite low and unpleasant.
No wonder G never sends voice messages, only types. Hahahaha.
Ning Zhiran smiled vaguely: "I only drank half a bottle of vodka...Baby, I feel so strong now."
As he spoke, he staggered towards the hall. The bottle of wine was still on the coffee table. He sat down, raised his hand, and took two more sips. "Don't worry, baby. You've already given me so much money. I will definitely chat with you until dawn today."
Gong Huai's forehead throbbed when he heard this.
He endured it and replied in a falsetto voice: "You should go to bed."
Ning Zhiran said aggrievedly, "It doesn't matter if the baby doesn't talk. I can talk alone. I'm quite good at chatting anyway. I'm very professional."
Gong Huai had already stood up to look for the car keys.
Ning Zhiran: "You are sometimes more reliable than my friends... You come as soon as I start broadcasting, and you are always there when I am unhappy."
"It would be nice if you were my classmate, unlike that palace dog who deserves to be unloved."
"I hate him! I hate him so much!"
Gong Huai's fists hardened, and he pinched his throat: "Yeah, I get it."
Ning Zhiran seemed to feel better after scolding him. He laughed twice and drank the remaining vodka at the bottom of the bottle.
Ning Zhiran shook the empty bottle, leaned against the bed, shook his head and muttered into the microphone: "Ah, baby, there is no more wine at home, I have to go out for a while."
"Wait for me, I'll be back soon and continue chatting with you... I won't neglect my duties... I'm very dedicated..."
Gong Huai's eyelids twitched and he almost cursed out loud.
"You're not allowed to leave."
He spoke so quickly that he almost gave away his real voice.
Gong Huai coughed and typed angrily: "Your professionalism is too poor. You agreed to chat with me, but you left your post without permission. I can report you."
Ning Zhiran tried hard to see the words on the screen clearly and uttered "Oh".
Gong Huai had already gotten into the car. He fastened his seat belt and stepped on the accelerator, cursing in his heart.
Living ancestor.
The car started, the night wind blew in through the window, and Gong Huai turned his head to look at the street lights outside.
Gong Huai sighed, stepped on the accelerator of his Ferrari, and drove all the way to the suburbs in what he considered to be the fastest car. He just hoped that the drunkard wouldn't do anything weird before he arrived.
It was midnight, twenty minutes to twelve. The journey from Gong Huai's house to Ning Zhiran's took a full fifty-five minutes.
The incident with the homeless man during the day was still on Gong Huai's mind. After Ning Zhiran poured the coffee, what if the homeless man really held a grudge and was hiding downstairs?
While pretending to be the best, he had to listen to the drunk scolding him and worry about the drunk's safety.
...It's so embarrassing.
The call never stopped. Ning Zhiran scolded him, saying "Gong Gou has been looking at him strangely lately", and then he started talking about his parents, saying that he had always been a good boy, so why didn't his parents care about him? How much merit did he have to accumulate to gain his parents' attention?
Gong Huai listened while driving.
He didn't say anything.
But the more I listened, the tighter I gripped the steering wheel.
Perhaps because Gong Huai remained silent, Ning Zhiran's voice gradually became quieter as she spoke.
Gong Huai originally thought that he was going to sleep, and was about to breathe a sigh of relief, but he vaguely heard the sound of the door opening.
"Where are you going?" Gong Huai suddenly shouted, even forgetting to control his voice.
"I, I'm going to buy some wine—Ah!"
Almost instantly, Gong Huai heard a muffled sound, a thud, as if someone had fallen to the ground.
Ning Zhiran's dazed voice drifted out from the speaker: "Baby... I wanted to say it just now... Your voice is really rough... I understand why you only like typing..."
He laughed loudly: "Hahahaha, your voice is so funny, like Mickey Mouse, ahhahahaha——"
The laughter was intermittent and drunken, becoming softer and softer, until finally it seemed as if he fell asleep while laughing, and no sound was heard anymore.
Gong Huai's heart tightened, and he suddenly stepped on the accelerator. The Ferrari sped out into the night of W City.
This was the first time he drove so fast in this city since he got his driver's license.
After a long and anxious journey, Gong Huai finally arrived downstairs of Ning Zhiran's house.
He was just wondering how to get into the building without an access card when a drunk couple came back from the street and swiped their access card to enter the building.
Gong Huai turned sideways to let them in first. Then he lowered his head and followed the young couple in.
The corridor door slammed shut behind him. Gong Huai raised his eyes, his gaze fixed on the stairwell. Without an access card, he couldn't use the elevator, so he could only climb the stairs.
Gong Huai was not sure which floor Ning Zhiran lived on.
But this building is an old one with four floors. Gong Huai had no choice but to search the building floor by floor by stairs.
finally.
He was on the second floor and saw Ning Zhiran.
The door of the house was wide open, and Ning Zhiran was leaning against it with his head tilted, falling asleep, as if he was about to slide down at any moment.
Gong Huai's face turned cold. He walked over, bent down, and carried the man up without saying a word.
Ning Zhiran was sleeping soundly and didn't react at all.
Gong Huai carried the man into the house with a dark face.
He didn't plan to wake Ning Zhiran up. If this ancestor suddenly woke up, he would have to find a way to explain why he appeared here in the middle of the night.
It's simply impossible to explain.
It gives me a headache just thinking about it.
The door closed with a click, and Gong Huai stood at the entrance and took in the entire view of the small house at a glance.
This is a studio apartment, with no separate living room or bedroom; everything is crammed into one space. The furniture is old, and the paint on the cabinet doors and corners is chipped. The rent is obviously very cheap.
But in that kind of "making do", there is an indescribable brightness.
Colored clay is pasted on the refrigerator, cabinets, and corners of the walls, and there are also sculpted kittens and puppies. These colors make the room look quite lifelike.
It's like someone is trying really hard to live a good life.
One could even say that it looked a little... warm.
It was an aura he rarely experienced.
Gong Huai was silent for a while.
Little Rabbit Teeth is quite good at finding joy in adversity.
He carried Ning Zhiran to the bed and put her down.
The bed was small, a single bed, with clean sheets and a light blue blanket with flattened edges. Gong Huai pulled out the quilt and covered Ning Zhiran with it.
Gong Huai looked down at the person on the bed.
Ning Zhiran was sound asleep, her sleeping position completely defenseless. Her sweatshirt had slipped halfway down, revealing a beautiful collarbone. Her legs were draped over the edge of the bed, and her pants were a little loose, leaving a gap along her waist.
Such a white body.
Gong Huai looked at Ning Zhiran's face.
Ning Zhiran's mouth was not closed properly, but slightly open, her lips were damp from the heat, and she was breathing lightly.
This mouth, which always spewed out harsh words, just stood there defenselessly.
Gong Huai stared at the gap between his lips, his chest feeling hot.
He suddenly wanted to reach out.
I wanted to run my fingers along the slightly open lips, reach in, pinch that tongue, rub it, stir it, press his mouth, and make some begging sound.
Shut him up.
Let him never say the word "palace dog" again.
He was completely subdued, unable to even scream. He could only hold his finger in his mouth, mumbling with tears in his eyes, unable to utter a single harsh word.
That's right.
This mouth should be blocked, crushed, and suppressed. Otherwise, it would be a disservice to his good intentions.
The heat flowed down through the blood vessels, and Gong Huai's lower abdomen tightened slightly.
At this moment, Ning Zhiran's eyelashes trembled and she suddenly opened her eyes.
A pair of big eyes, still tinged with alcohol, showed a look of surprise.
Ning Zhiran looked confused: "Gong... Huai?"
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