The Atlanta Hotel Sky Garden is very quiet at night.

The cool evening breeze blew, and Sheng Yuan huddled on the bench, quickly hiding his thin white chin in his suit jacket.

After waking up a little, she closed her eyes, raised her long eyelashes, and looked up at Shi Yan——

The young man put one hand in his suit trousers and stood under a retro street lamp. The light from the top of his head scattered down, outlining the clear lines of his straight back and narrow waist, making him look very abstinent.

But his entire face was hidden in the shadows, and his facial expression could not be seen clearly, but one could still feel the coldness he emanated.

Sheng Yuan sniffed and said in a muffled voice: "Shi Yan, are you angry?"

He heard it, but seemed to purse his lips, not wanting to pay attention to her.

The girl nodded to herself. Because she was drunk, her movements were a little bit adorable.

Well, she knows.

Shi Yan was angry.

"I'm sorry."

The cub is angry.

What to do? Apologizing first is the best way! Sheng Yuan looked at him, her misty almond eyes were filled with physiological moisture, brighter than the stars, her expression was a little dull, but very serious, and her voice was soft, clean and crisp.

Like an innocent little deer.

He didn't say anything, and she just looked at him stubbornly. She didn't even care that a corner of her skirt was blown up by the wind, revealing half of her calves that were frozen red.

After a while, the young man on the other end seemed to sigh slightly, then walked over, stopped in front of her, and half squatted down.

There was no skin contact. The skirt was pulled back into place, and the cool breeze was completely blocked by the boy's broad back.

Sheng Yuan said softly again: "Shi Yan, I'm sorry, don't be angry."

The boy's voice was cold and his expression seemed to be nonchalant: "Oh? How do you know I'm angry?"

"Then tell me, where did you go wrong?"

Wow.

What a classic life-threatening question.

As soon as he finished speaking, the girl's expression immediately froze, her delicate eyebrows slightly wrinkled, and she was obviously thinking frantically in her mind about what she had done wrong.

After a while, she blinked and looked at him tentatively and said, "You don't like me drinking? It will smell bad, right?"

Shi Yan: “…”

Sheng Yuan raised her hand to her ear and swore, "I promise, next time I drink, I will stay away from you and never let you smell it!"

Shi Yan frowned and said with a warning in his voice: "Sheng Yuan."

The girl immediately put her hand down and said in a low voice: "Oh, it's not because of this."

"That's why, Shi Yan, please tell me, I will change it." She said obediently.

Shi Yan was 1.87 meters tall, and even though he was half squatting, he was able to cover her shadow completely.

His dark eyes were level with hers, and the narrow tails of his eyes seemed a little sharp: "Sheng Yuan, I don't need you to block the wine for me, understand?"

distinct.

He is the man.

Is it that in her perception, she is very "weak" and cannot handle anything or handle anything well?

So she needs to take on everything for him again and again.

The girl looked up at him blankly, puzzled by his words.

Shi Yan: "If you answer that you know, I won't be angry anymore."

Sheng Yuan immediately responded: "I know!"

Shi Yan pursed his lips in satisfaction, his brows relaxed for a moment: "Yeah."

Then he asked: "What will you do if someone toasts me next time?"

Sheng Yuan answered even faster, her voice sweet and drunken: "Go ahead and drink your wine!"

Shi Yan: “…”

Well, it’s all in vain.

Seeing that the boy's cold brows were about to be covered with frost again, Sheng Yuan pouted aggrievedly and shook his head randomly: "I can't let you drink."

"Shi Yan, you can't drink. You can't touch it."

She was still drunk, her consciousness was confused, but her subconscious was clear and kept repeating.

The girl's intermittent words made Shi Yan tremble all over, and his dark pupils opened in an instant.

No one knew he was allergic to alcohol.

The young man placed his palms on his knees and clenched them into fists. His skin was pale, with distinct blue veins protruding on the joints, showing a sense of strength. He stared at the girl in front of him.

Sheng Yuan stared at him blankly, her fair cheeks flushed with drunkenness, very lightly, like a light touch of rouge, which made her look even more attractive. If she was sober at this moment, she would definitely notice that his eyes were frighteningly dark and thrilling.

After a while, the boy's tense body suddenly relaxed.

The hoarse voice sounded like a sigh or a helpless smile: "Sheng Yuan."

“Sometimes I’m really curious.”

"Why do you know so much about me?"

But now Sheng Yuan had no way to answer him.

So his words disappeared into the silent night.

* The next morning.

The brilliant sunlight shines through the eight-paned glazed windows and around the off-white gauze curtains into the warm bedroom.

Sheng Yuan suddenly sat up from the soft bed, looked around, and found herself back at the Sheng family.

My brain went blank for a moment.

Yesterday was the mayor's birthday party. Her only memory was that she drank a glass of wine for Shi Yan, got drunk, and was then taken to the sky garden behind the hotel by Shi Yan.

Then I can't remember clearly.

But she could vaguely remember that Shi Yan seemed angry with her last night.

Sheng Yuan secretly thought that something was wrong and frantically began to look around the room for her cell phone.

I can't wait to turn on the screen, open the text messaging app, and click on the top contact -

The dialog box of the cub.

The reply message was still from last night.

Sheng Yuan, feeling nervous, tentatively sent an emoticon to Shi Yan.

Poor little kitten peeking out of its head JPG.

Less than two minutes later, a ding-dong sound came from the phone.

[Are you awake? Do you have a headache? ]

Well, the tone is normal, the text is normal, and the emotion is flat.

There was no sign of anger.

Did she remember it wrong? But no matter what, Sheng Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and typed a reply -

[Yeah, I'm awake! My head doesn't hurt anymore! (〃'▽'〃)]

After a while, the other side replied: [Well, I have to make the announcement first. ]

notice?

Ah, she almost forgot that Shi Yan's schedule had returned to normal. After two days of rest, he seemed to be joining a film crew to shoot a movie soon.

Sheng Yuan smiled and replied with an "OK" emoticon.

She got out of bed, found her slippers, rubbed her slightly sore forehead and walked downstairs.

The butler in British uniform looked at her with a smile and said gently, "Miss, you are up now. Have breakfast first."

"My husband went to the company early in the morning, and my wife just left to catch a flight to Sanya to travel with some friends."

"You drank last night, and she asked me to prepare a bowl of sweet soup for you."

Sheng Yuan was sitting in the dining room. She picked up the spoon and took a sip. Just as she was about to say it was too sweet, the doorbell suddenly rang urgently.

The servant hurried forward to open the door.

Zhang Bai rushed in with a makeup artist and a stylist behind him, like a firecracker about to explode, and roared, "Little ancestor! ! Have you forgotten that today is the new product promotion meeting of that sports brand!!!"

Ahhh, finally both updates can be posted in the early morning.

Thanks to Doraemon, Chusheng March, Bryant, Bad Luck Diary, Jingmu, Giant, Jitu, Two-headed Cannibal, The Boy Cannot Hide, Bitter Cherry, Songyan, Green Lemon, Book Friend 341, Mao Cheng, Mingxin, Unexpectedly, and Young Man, Liu Yao, and Book Friend 2021 for their votes. I love you.

Good night, sweet dreams.

(End of this chapter)