Chapter 83 Take care of him all night!
Yun Zheng quickly opened the car door, bent down, and called softly, "Fu Linghe, we're home. Go back to your room and sleep."
Fu Linghe opened his eyes drowsily, with a hint of drunkenness still in his eyes, but a silly smile hung on the corner of his mouth. He let Yun Zheng help him get out of the car.
Yun Zheng took a lot of effort to half-drag and half-carry Fu Linghe into the room.
She carefully placed him on the bed, and Fu Linghe lay down, mumbling something.
Yun Zheng leaned in closer and listened, vaguely hearing someone calling someone's name, but she couldn't make out who it was specifically.
But she didn't have time to discuss this with him.
"Lie down for a while. I'll get you a basin of water to wipe your face."
Yun Zheng turned around and walked quickly to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, took a towel, and returned to the room.
She sat on the edge of the bed, soaked the towel, wrung it dry, and gently wiped Fu Linghe's face.
Fu Linghe's cheeks were slightly flushed due to being drunk, and the usually sharp lines became extremely soft.
Yun Zheng's movements were gentle and delicate, and her fingertips accidentally touched Fu Linghe's lips.
At that moment, my hand retracted as if it had been electrocuted, and my heartbeat suddenly accelerated.
After wiping his face, Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe, who was still in a suit and tie, and hesitated for a moment before deciding to find someone to help him change his clothes.
Otherwise he would feel uncomfortable sleeping.
Putting aside the question of whether she had the ability to help him change his clothes by herself, the point was that it didn't seem appropriate.
Yun Zheng went out and looked around but only found two bodyguards on duty.
She had no choice but to ask them to come in and help.
Yun Zheng went back to the cloakroom and found him a set of home clothes.
As soon as the two bodyguards' hands touched Fu Linghe, Fu Linghe, who was already drunk and unconscious, immediately opened his eyes as if he had sensed something.
A sinister look flashed in his eyes, and he said in a cold voice, "Get out!"
Yun Zheng heard the noise and thought they had hurt him, so she hurried over and asked, "What's wrong?"
"Madam, the president doesn't allow us to touch him." The bodyguard replied respectfully with his head lowered.
Yun Zheng looked at Fu Linghe, who was lying on the bed with his eyes closed. She was a little confused, but she also knew that there was no need for them to lie, so she could only let them leave first.
She reached out and gently pushed Fu Linghe, then spoke to herself, "Okay, now they're gone. Let me help you change."
Blushing, she carefully unbuttoned his shirt, trying to avoid too much skin contact.
But when her hand touched Fu Linghe's strong chest, her breathing became rapid.
Fu Linghe seemed to sense her embarrassment and moved slightly. Yun Zheng was so scared that she almost jumped up.
Fortunately, Fu Linghe did not wake up, but just turned over and continued to sleep soundly.
Yun Zheng took a deep breath, calmed herself down, and continued with her actions.
She carefully wiped Fu Linghe's neck, arms and chest with a towel, every movement was very gentle.
After wiping her body, Yun Zheng was already exhausted.
She put the towel and basin back in the bathroom, went back to the bedroom, pulled the quilt over Fu Linghe, and then turned and went downstairs.
Fu Linghe drank too much tonight. If he doesn't drink some sobering soup, he will definitely have a headache when he wakes up tomorrow morning.
Now that the servants have gone to bed, she has to cook it herself.
Yun Zheng was busy in the kitchen, but she was always thinking about Fu Linghe in the room, afraid that he would roll off the bed.
As soon as the sobering soup was cooked, Yun Zheng immediately took the bowl back to the bedroom.
She placed the small bowl on the bedside cabinet, sat down on the bed, bent down and gently patted Fu Linghe's shoulder, and said softly, "Fu Linghe, drink some hangover soup. You will feel better after drinking it, otherwise you will definitely have a headache when you wake up tomorrow."
Fu Linghe opened his eyes dazedly and looked at Yun Zheng in front of him, his eyes full of dependence, "Zheng Zheng, it hurts..."
"Okay, okay, be good. It won't hurt after you drink it." Yun Zheng helped Fu Linghe up from the bed, let him lean on her shoulder, and then she scooped a spoonful of liquid with a small spoon and brought it to his mouth.
Fu Linghe cooperated very well, opened his mouth obediently and drank a few sips of the sobering soup.
Yun Zheng patiently fed him a few more mouthfuls until he finished the entire bowl of sobering soup.
After feeding him the sobering soup, Yun Zheng helped Fu Linghe lie down again and pulled the quilt over him.
She sat by the bed, quietly looking at Fu Linghe's sleeping face, with a complex emotion surging in her heart.
She didn't know what kind of feelings she had towards Fu Linghe, whether it was gratitude, dependence, or something else.
Yun Zheng frowned, looked at Fu Linghe who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and sighed softly.
After an unknown amount of time, Yun Zheng's eyelids became heavier and heavier. She was really too tired.
She yawned and thought she would lean against the bed and take a nap, but she fell asleep as soon as she leaned back.
The next morning, sunlight streamed into the room through the gaps in the curtains.
Fu Linghe slowly opened his eyes, only to feel a splitting headache and a chaotic mind.
He tried hard to recall what happened last night, but he couldn't remember anything. He only remembered that he drank a lot of wine, and then it seemed that Yun Zheng came to pick him up.
He rubbed his temples and turned his head, only to see Yun Zheng leaning against the bed, sleeping soundly.
There was still a hint of fatigue on her face, and her hair was scattered a little messily beside her cheeks.
Fu Linghe's heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He couldn't believe his eyes and thought he was dreaming.
He gently stretched out his hand, wanting to touch Yun Zheng's face, but stopped in mid-air.
He was afraid that this was just a dream and that his touch would break this beautiful dream.
After a while, Yun Zheng moved and slowly opened her eyes.
She saw Fu Linghe staring at her and looked away embarrassedly, "Are you awake? How do you feel? Does your head still hurt?"
Fu Linghe looked at Yun Zheng and felt a warm feeling in his heart.
He shook his head and whispered, "It doesn't hurt anymore. Thank you, Zheng Zheng. You worked hard last night."
Yun Zheng smiled and said, "Why thank me? You've helped me so much, it's only natural that I take care of you."
Fu Linghe looked at the small red mark on Yun Zheng's forehead and her tired expression, and a trace of heartache and guilt flashed in his eyes.
He raised his hand and was about to touch the glaring little red mark on her forehead, but Yun Zheng subconsciously stepped back.
Fu Linghe's hand froze in place awkwardly. He lowered his eyes and withdrew his hand.
"You didn't sleep all night last night, go get some sleep."
Yun Zheng yawned and stood up. "I'll have someone prepare some breakfast for you before you go back to sleep."
She really didn't sleep well last night and urgently needed to catch up on her sleep.
This is Fu Linghe's room. It's not very convenient for her to sleep here, so she should go back to her room and rest.
Yun Zheng had already walked to the door, but she stopped and turned to look at him, as if she had thought of something.
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