Chapter 274 She's Pretty!
Yun Zheng watched Cen Lian stumble out with the wine bottle in her arms, and she reached out to grab her wrist, "Cen Lian! Stop right there!"
Cen Lian staggered as she pulled him, and he turned around to glare at her, his drunken eyes filled with stubbornness, "Let go! I want to drink!"
"Drink your shit!" Yun Zheng cursed for the first time. She exerted force with her hands and pulled the man back.
But Cen Lian'an was incredibly strong after getting drunk. As the two of them were struggling, the wine bottle slammed to the ground, glass fragments flew everywhere, and the amber liquid soaked the carpet.
Seeing this, the waiter hurried forward to help. Yun Zheng took the opportunity to grab Cen Lian'an's waist and half-dragged and half-carried her into the private room.
Cen Lian'an struggled, and her high heels kicked Yun Zheng's calf. She gasped in pain, but she refused to let go.
"You...you let me go!" Cen Lian'an's voice was filled with tears, his fingers tightly gripping the door frame, his nails turning white.
Yun Zheng gritted her teeth, bent down, and picked her up sideways!
"Ah!" Cen Lian was caught off guard, his whole body hanging in the air. He subconsciously hugged Yun Zheng's neck, his eyes wide open drunkenly, "You...what are you doing!"
"Shut up! If you keep making trouble, I'll leave you here alone!"
Yun Zheng threatened fiercely, but the person in her arms wasn't afraid at all. Instead, she giggled and reached out to pinch her face, "Zheng Zheng... you're so cute when you're angry..."
Yun Zheng: “…”
She took a deep breath and carried him back to the sofa. As soon as Cen Lian touched the cushion, he collapsed into a ball, his cheeks flushed, his eyes dull, and he muttered "Another drink".
Yun Zheng rubbed her sore arm and looked at her with a headache. In her current condition, she couldn't handle it alone.
After hesitating for two seconds, she took out her cell phone and dialed Fu Linghe.
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The president's office on the top floor of Fu Group.
The phone rang three times before it was picked up. Fu Linghe's deep, magnetic voice came through the receiver, "What's wrong, Zhengzheng?"
The background noise is very quiet, he should still be in the company.
Yun Zheng rubbed her brows and said helplessly, "Are you busy now? Can you come to the Royal City Bar to pick me up?"
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of a chair moving. "What's wrong?"
"An An has been drinking here all night," Yun Zheng explained briefly, paused, and added, "She's completely drunk and won't listen to any advice. I can't help her by myself."
Fu Linghe hummed, his voice still calm, but Yun Zheng could hear his quickening pace. "Don't worry, we'll be there in twenty minutes."
After the phone call was hung up, Yun Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. She turned to look at Cen Lian who had already started humming a song on the sofa and sighed helplessly.
15 minutes later, the black Cullinan braked suddenly and stopped at the door of the bar.
The car door opened, and Fu Linghe took a step with his long legs and walked straight inside.
Jiang Chenyu followed behind with a lollipop in his mouth.
If it doesn't concern you, just stay out of it.
The two entered the box one after the other. Yun Zheng was half-kneeling beside the sofa, trying to feed Cen Lian'an some water.
She refused to cooperate, and half of the water spilled, dripping down her chin onto her collarbone. Yun Zheng hurriedly took a tissue to wipe it off.
Fu Linghe saw this scene as soon as he entered the room. He frowned slightly and strode over. "How is she?"
Yun Zheng looked up, as if she had seen a savior. "She just vomited once and is a little calmer now, but she still won't leave."
Fu Linghe lowered his eyes and glanced at Cen Lian who was slumped on the sofa, his handsome brows furrowed.
He turned to Jiang Chenyu and raised his chin, "You hold her."
Jiang Chenyu was lazily leaning against the door, watching the excitement without a care in the world. He was stunned when he heard this, "Ah? Why me?"
Fu Linghe said expressionlessly: "I don't touch women other than my wife. You are single."
Jiang Chenyu: "Boss... could you please not have your mysophobia act up at a time like this?!"
Fu Linghe didn't bother to pay attention to him. He directly reached out and pulled Yun Zheng up, holding her in his arms. He lowered his head to check her bruised calf, "Did she kick you?"
Yun Zheng didn't expect him to notice it, and was stunned for a moment, "It's nothing, just a bruise..."
Fu Linghe's eyes darkened and he didn't say anything. He just pressed lightly on her calf with his fingers, making sure that no bones were injured before letting go.
On the other side, Jiang Chenyu sighed resignedly, strode over, bent down and looked at Cen Lian.
She curled up in the corner of the sofa, her long chestnut hair spread out in a mess, her cheeks flushed unnaturally, her eyelashes wet, obviously she had been crying.
"Tsk, you're quite pretty." He reached out and poked her face, "Hey, wake up."
Cen Lian opened his eyes dazedly, his vision blurred for a few seconds, and suddenly frowned, "Who... are you..."
Jiang Chenyu curled his lips into a smile, his tone playful, "Your savior."
"Nonsense..." Cen Lian struggled to sit up and reached for the wine bottle on the coffee table, "I want to drink more..."
Jiang Chenyu was quick to act and pressed the bottle down, saying jokingly, "If you drink any more, you'll be the one with a headache tomorrow."
Cen Lian glared at him and drunkenly reached out to push him: "What's it got to do with you...? Go away..."
Her force was weak, pushing on Jiang Chenyu's chest like tickling.
He chuckled, suddenly bent down, and picked her up sideways!
"Ah!" Cen Lian exclaimed, subconsciously hugging his neck, his drunken eyes wide open, "What are you doing!"
"I'll take you home." Jiang Chenyu said in a relaxed tone, but his arms held her firmly. "If you make trouble again, I'll leave you here."
Cen Li'an struggled twice, but found he couldn't break free. He suddenly leaned on his shoulder in frustration, muttering softly, "...bad guy."
Jiang Chenyu was startled and looked down at her. The woman in his arms had trembling eyelashes and a red nose, like a wronged child.
His face was dark, but his arms subconsciously tightened, fearing that she would fall.
Cen Lian'an has a small frame and feels light when held in the arms. Her skin is warm under the velvet skirt, with a faint scent of wine and roses.
His Adam's apple moved, and he felt an inexplicable tightness in his chest.
"Let's go." Fu Linghe was too lazy to watch them making a fuss, so he hugged Yun Zheng and walked out.
Jiang Chenyu made a "tsk" sound, adjusted his posture to make Cen Lian more comfortable, and then strode forward to catch up.
When they arrived at the car, Fu Linghe opened the back door and Jiang Chenyu bent down to let Cen Li'an in.
But she didn't let go, and drunkenly grabbed his tie, "Don't go... Drink with me..."
Jiang Chenyu staggered when she pulled him, almost falling on her. He quickly held onto the seat with his hands, gritting his teeth, "Let go! Let go!"
"No!" She hugged his arm tightly like a spoiled child, rubbing her cheek against it, "You're so warm..."
Jiang Chenyu's whole body stiffened, and the tips of his ears turned visibly red.
Yun Zheng couldn't bear it any longer and reached out to pry Cen Lian'an's fingers apart, "An An, let go, let's go home and drink..."
Cen Lian pouted in grievance, but still let go.
Jiang Chenyu felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly stepped back, tugged at his wrinkled tie, and his breathing became a little disordered.
Fu Linghe watched coldly and suddenly said, "You're blushing."
Jiang Chenyu, "How could that be?"
After arriving home, Jiang Chenyu carried Cen Lian upstairs without complaint.
She was half asleep at this moment, nestled in his arms obediently, with her long hair scattered, like a lazy cat.
Yun Zheng quickly followed and pushed open the bedroom door. "Just put it on the bed."
Jiang Chenyu walked to the bed, bent down and put her down, his movements unconsciously becoming gentler.
As soon as Cen Lian touched the soft quilt, he immediately curled up into a ball, mumbling "Cheng Yuxiao..."
Jiang Chenyu stood beside the bed, looking down at her with complicated eyes.
Yun Zheng brought over a wet towel and said softly, "Let me take care of her. You guys go back and rest first."
Fu Linghe nodded and tugged at Jiang Chenyu's sleeve, "Let's go."
Jiang Chenyu said "hmm", looked back at Cen Lian before turning around, and then followed Fu Linghe away.
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