Chapter 17 Lie on my lap.
Gong Huai was startled.
But he didn't move.
He knew very well that the best way to hide his guilty conscience was to pretend to be justified.
So Gong Huai simply said nothing, just sat condescendingly beside the bed, with a sullen face, staring at Ning Zhiran.
It seemed like everything was reasonable, like he was supposed to be here, like the one who should be panicking was not him, but Ning Zhiran who was sleeping in his own home.
Ning Zhiran blinked in confusion. Everything around him was spinning, including Gong Huai in front of him.
He used the last bit of his consciousness to try to focus, staring blankly at the cold face for a few seconds.
...It's really unreasonable.
How come even in my drunken hallucinations, Gong Gou looks more manly than me? This isn't fair!
"Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo."
Ning Zhiran howled in grief: "It's not fair! This is not fair!"
"Why, why do I have to see you even though I'm drunk!"
"Why do you look so good in my illusion?! Why do you wear Thom Browne in my illusion?"
"You disappear! You're haunting me!"
Gong Huai: “…”
His expression changed from surprise, to speechlessness, to a strange silence.
Gong Huai understood what Ning Zhiran had said. He thought it was a drunken hallucination. He breathed a sigh of relief. That was good. Without saying a word, the crisis was resolved automatically.
He raised his eyes and looked at Ning Zhiran, wanting to see what other surprises this guy could bring him.
This sight made Gong Huai slightly stunned.
Ning Zhiran actually cried.
Her eye circles were red, as was the tip of her nose. Her eyelashes were wet and tears were falling one by one. Her sharp-tongued mouth was now pursed in grievance.
Gong Huai's whole body froze: "...Why are you crying?"
Ning Zhiran cried even harder when she heard the voice, sobbing and sniffling while saying drunkenly, "I'll never drink again, wuwuwu."
"The hallucinations are starting to talk. It's so real..."
Ning Zhiran had just finished speaking when her face wrinkled and she suddenly propped herself up with her hands to sit up: "Ugh! I want to vomit!"
Gong Huai picked up the trash can beside the bed and handed it over.
Ning Zhiran leaned half of his body out of the bed and retched into the empty bucket for a long time, but nothing came out and his face looked extremely ugly.
Gong Huai frowned, looking at Ning Zhiran's pitiful appearance, hesitating for a moment, and finally moved closer, patting Ning Zhiran a little awkwardly: "Relax."
"Take a deep breath."
Ning Zhiran really couldn't vomit anything, but the feeling of nausea lingered. He shrank back weakly, tears still in the corners of his eyes. He looked up confusedly and looked at Gong Huai with a pleading look.
"I feel so dizzy, brother hallucination, I feel so uncomfortable."
Gong Huai: “…”
Okay, besides being called "Palace Dog," he's also got a new nickname. This little bastard, even when drunk as a dregs, hasn't lost any of his nickname-making skills.
Gong Huai tilted his head and glanced at the pillow on the bed. It was too low and sagged badly, so the quality was probably not very good. How could the little bastard possibly sleep well on such a cheap pillow?
He took a breath and slapped his thigh at the little bastard.
"come over."
Ning Zhiran's eyes were still red, and he was gasping for breath, confused: "What are you doing... Are you going to beat me up..."
Gong Huai looked at him expressionlessly: "Lie on my lap."
Ning Zhiran was shocked. She looked up at Gong Huai, then down at the two slender, spinning legs.
This guy must have drunk too much. This hallucination is so outrageous, what's the connection?
Ning Zhiran was overwhelmed by a strong feeling of dizziness. She fell onto the bed in despair, lying on the bed with her whole body spread out, muttering softly: "Ah, why, why do you have to be like this in this hallucination?"
"What?"
Ning Zhiran didn't want to pay attention to Brother Huanhuan's questions and buried her face in the bed sheet: "I'm so annoyed. Why are you being so nice to me..."
Gong Huai raised his eyebrows and became interested: "Do you think I'm good to you?"
Ning Zhiran looked at him dazedly and said "hmm": "Invite me to dinner, send me home, and you're worried that I might be in danger."
"Why you?"
"You're so annoying..."
Gong Huai was very happy. It turned out that all his efforts were not in vain. He smiled and asked, "Do you hate me so much?"
Ning Zhiran nodded, then shook her head, seeming to hesitate to speak.
During this time, he almost fell asleep, but finally, he said in a mosquito-like voice:
"Maybe I don't really hate you."
"I might just..."
"A little bit. I envy you."
Gong Huai was stunned.
He didn't expect to hear such sincere words from this mouth that always had nothing nice to say.
The resentment that Gong Huai had been holding in his heart was instantly crushed by an unknown emotion. He sat closer, reached out his hand, and gently brought Ning Zhiran's head to his lap.
"Why do you envy me?" Gong Huai asked.
Ning Zhiran could barely open his eyes, still mumbling, "Brother Huanjue, you have everything, but what about me? I have nothing. I won't accept this."
"Are you jealous of my wealth?"
"It doesn't count."
"How do you say it?"
"Hmm..." Ning Zhiran rubbed his face, "There must be a lot of people in your family who love you."
Gong Huai's expression turned serious: "What if it's not the case?"
Ning Zhiran was excited: "Haha, that's impossible...Your eldest son, Ken, must have been treated like a treasure by your family since he was a child."
Gong Huai sighed.
"There will be people who treat you like a treasure."
Ning Zhiran's eyes were a little red: "Will it be..."
"Yeah. Definitely."
Ning Zhiran was silent for a moment. Then, as if something had occurred to him, he said, "Don't lie, Brother Huanjue! You're obviously rich and have a girlfriend! How could you possibly understand me? I'm so envious! Ahhh! Ugh!"
Gong Huai laughed.
"You're drunk, stop talking." he whispered.
As if feeling uncomfortable, Ning Zhiran turned sideways, shook her head twice, rubbed against Gong Huai's pants, and whimpered a few times.
Gong Huai, who had never experienced such a situation, was extremely helpless. He raised his hand helplessly and patted Ning Zhiran's back stiffly, again and again, as if coaxing a child.
Even the illusion of the pretender was so nice to him, Ning Zhiran felt even more uncomfortable.
"Even if you're hallucinating, don't be so nice anymore."
"If you're like this, how can I ever...justifiably scold you in the future..."
Gong Huai's expression gradually softened, and he whispered:
"As you wish."
Ning Zhiran seemed not to have heard clearly. He snorted with a sour nose, closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually stabilized.
Perhaps because he was really too drunk, Ning Zhiran didn't say anything else and soon fell asleep. Even in sleep, his brows were still slightly furrowed, as if he was unwilling to let go even in his dream.
Gong Huai looked at him, motionless.
After a long while, he spoke slowly.
"Good night, Ning Zhiran."
Gong Huai originally planned to stay.
When Gong Huai thought about the next day, when Ning Zhiran opened her eyes and saw him sitting by the bed, and her expression of instant clarity and regret, he found it extremely exciting.
If I were to add, "You were really good last night..."
It's really refreshing.
However, this is just a thought.
Gong Huai couldn't explain why he showed up at Ning Zhiran's house in the middle of the night, uninvited.
Tsk.
It's not like we're in love.
Can't explain clearly.
You can't just say, "I calculated that you were going to get into trouble if you drank too much, so I drove an hour to be your snail girl and use my legs as a pillow," right?
In particular, Gong Huai didn't want to reveal to Ning Zhiran that he was G.
He hasn't had enough fun yet and wants to see a few more good shows.
Gong Huai let Ning Zhiran rest her head on his legs and slept for nearly half an hour.
The person on my legs had already started breathing steadily and slowly, his brows were relaxed, and he occasionally smacked his lips.
After confirming that the person was truly dead and that it was impossible for him to come back to life to buy alcohol or do other stupid things in a short period of time, Gong Huai carefully moved the furry head off his legs and put it back on the cheap pillow.
He stood up and carefully tucked the corner of the quilt for Ning Zhiran, making sure it was tight without leaving any gaps, before he was willing to leave.
After going downstairs, Gong Huai lifted the car door, got in, held the steering wheel, but did not start the car.
What if Ning Zhiran suddenly woke up, had a sudden thought, and wanted to go out to buy alcohol again? What if the homeless man was lurking nearby during the day and hit Ning Zhiran on the head?
Gong Huai unbuckled his seat belt, leaned back heavily, and crossed his arms over his chest.
never mind.
Keep vigil for the little bastard.
At 1:30 in the morning, Gong Huai huddled in the hard seat of the Ferrari, looking at the closed window on the second floor from time to time.
He knew it very well. He could have just walked away. After all, he was not related to Ning Zhiran.
This was not his style. He always hated wasting time, and never wasted it on meaningless people or things.
However, if something really happened to Ning Zhiran tonight and he was not there, he would definitely blame himself.
That's right, it's better to take preventative measures. Rather than dwelling on the "what ifs" later, it's better to nip any signs of trouble in the bud now. And that, too, is another form of efficiency.
He thought that being able to protect Little Rabbit Tooth's safety was not meaningless.
Just to feel at ease.
Two o'clock.
Four o'clock.
Six o'clock.
It was drizzling outside the car window, the gray light in the sky was gradually brightening, and the cries of seagulls were heard in the distance. The whole world was waking up, but Gong Huai's heart was still in the previous night.
He stretched his sore neck and finally took a deep look at the window of Ning Zhiran's house.
OK.
I didn't go out, there is no danger, the alarm is lifted.
Gong Huai restarted the engine, and the red Ferrari roared and disappeared into the mist at the intersection.
Things like night watch...
Indeed, it’s a bit lonely.
…
Ning Zhiran slept until eleven o'clock.
He rubbed his eyes and turned over in a daze. As a result, his stomach began to churn.
Fortunately, there was a trash can next to the bed.
"vomit!"
Ning Zhiran hugged the trash can and vomited loudly. After vomiting, he took a piece of paper from the bedside and wiped the corners of his mouth.
After finishing his last sip of wine last night, he seemed to want to go out and buy some more. Luckily, he lost his memory. If he had drunk any more, he would have died at home.
Ning Zhiran also vaguely remembered that he had a dream.
In his dream, he was clinging to someone and wouldn't let go, whimpering about how uncomfortable he felt. Someone handed him a trash can and patted him on the back to comfort him. Finally, he actually fell into that person's lap and fell asleep soundly.
Ning Zhiran tried hard to recall the man's face.
Forehead.
Ugh!!
It’s a palace dog!!!
Ning Zhiran froze in place, his eyes wide. How could he have such a dream about Gong Gou? Damn it, had he been scolding Gong Gou too much recently, and that's why he cursed him in his dreams?
The thought of him lying on the palace dog's lap...
vomit!
Ning Zhiran was completely disgusted by this dream.
His head felt dizzy, as if it were filled with paste. He felt dizzy whenever he moved. After Ning Zhiran vomited everything out, he collapsed on the bed to catch his breath. He gasped as he tried desperately to recall the memories of last night.
Wait a moment.
He was on the phone with Sister G yesterday, but he suddenly lost consciousness... No way, no way, he couldn't have left her there...
Ning Zhiran's eyes went dark, and he grabbed his phone with trembling hands, opened the Yesheng app, and entered the private chat interface with G.
Voice call duration: 1 hour and 15 minutes.
G’s last message: Your professionalism is too poor. You agreed to chat with me, but you left your post without permission. I can report you.
Finished!
He made the No. 1 sister angry!
Ning Zhiran leaned against the head of the bed, took a few deep breaths, forced herself to remain calm, and began typing rapidly with trembling hands.
Ningning: Baby, baby, I'm sorry, I drank too much yesterday. I shouldn't have left my post without permission. Please don't be angry with me, okay?
Ning Ning: Baby, don't report me, I will change! I have deleted the word "alcohol" from my life
Ning Zhiran held her cell phone, waiting from noon to afternoon, and from afternoon to evening.
G has not responded.
It's like he disappeared from the face of the earth.
Ning Zhiran covered her face.
It's over. It's really over.
He drafted while rolling around in bed, thinking of countless short apology essays, trying to write himself as a humble and desperate little chat companion with a hint of patheticness.
It was not until Ning Zhiran was completely sober and ready to start the live broadcast that the Yesheng platform finally made a "ding" sound.
Ning Zhiran almost dropped her phone on the ground.
G: You were awesome last night.
Ning Zhiran's scalp tingled and he replied immediately.
Ningning: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, QwQ I really didn't mean to! I was completely drunk and unconscious! I didn't mean to hang up on you! I didn't mean to not be with you well! I'm so, so sorry, G baby, please don't be angry.
He prayed to God, please forgive him.
Finally, the phone rang again.
G: Forget it.
G: You are quite interesting when you are drunk.
Ningning: Interesting?!
G: Very honest.
G: I like it.
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