Chapter 33 I seem to be sick
Lan Xin tried to hide her mistake, and hid the cup behind her back. "Don't you want to drink? If you don't want to drink, forget it."
"Take it out." The man said in a deep voice.
"I..." Lan Xin was a little scared. The man's eyes fell on her like a knife.
Under pressure, she took out the glass of wine.
"I drank it."
"Ah." Lan Xin gritted her teeth, glared at Xu Chunian who was gloating over her misfortune, closed her eyes and drank hard.
Drink all the way to the bottom, and the crystals that haven't melted will slide back to the bottom of the cup.
Jiang Huaixu then walked out of the banquet hall with her long legs. Xu Chunian gave her a sympathetic look and clicked her tongue twice.
When the others were completely out of sight, Lan Xin spat out the wine that had been spiked in her mouth.
"Oh, it's so salty, so salty." He said this and quickly rinsed his mouth with the cup of coffee without any additives.
After the force subsided, she took out her ringing cell phone.
When she saw who was calling, she pursed her lips and picked up the phone.
"It's me."
"I'm sorry, the wine wasn't delivered." She stammered, "I..."
There was no response from the other end, only a busy tone could be heard.
Lan Xin pursed her lips and looked at the darkened screen, then opened her small handbag, which contained a brand new, unopened bag of medicine powder.
She exhaled deeply, entered the hall, and went around to the bathroom. With the sound of the toilet flushing, the powder disappeared.
*
The scenery on both sides of the road kept receding, and the shadows of street lights shone into the car, illuminating the dark and deep eyes.
Zhuzhu leaned back in the chair and snored softly, smacking her lips even in her sleep.
There was no conversation along the way until they reached the garage, where Jiang Huaixu carried the sleeping Zhuzhu out, and Xu Chunian took out the balloon. The two of them walked one in front and one behind, and the street lights brought their shadows together.
"Put it directly on the bed?" Xu Chunian lowered his voice.
"Hmm?" The man moved closer, and a fresh breath came to his face.
Xu Chunian's ears turned red, and she repeated it in a slightly louder voice.
"No, Zhuzhu is a germaphobe and will wake up in the middle of the night," said the man.
The two people were quite close to each other, and the breath they exhaled when they talked tickled my ears.
"Carry her to the bathroom?"
"Um."
As he spoke, the man patted Zhuzhu's back gently and patiently, "Be good, Zhuzhu."
Xu Chunian was a little dazed for a moment.
After the bathtub was filled with water, the two of them worked together to take off Zhuzhu's princess dress.
As slippery as the little mermaid, Zhuzhu woke up slowly from her dream, rubbed her eyes, and her two big eyes were sleepy.
"How about taking a shower before going to bed?" There was a gentleness in Xu Chunian's tone that she herself could hardly notice.
Zhuzhu nodded obediently.
Zhuzhu was very well behaved. She leaned against Jiang Huaixu and yawned lazily, then tilted her head to watch Xu Chunian help her take a bath.
Xu Chunian had not yet taken off her evening gown. When she bent over, most of her chest was exposed. She did not notice that the man in front of her became dry-mouthed.
He finished washing quickly and put Zhuzhu on the bed. When leaving, Zhuzhu held Xu Chunian's hand.
Xu Chunian lowered his head, "What's wrong?"
A soft kiss fell on her cheek. Xu Chunian was stunned for a moment, and her heart suddenly softened. "Good night, baby."
Zhuzhu grinned and glanced at Jiang Huaixu. The man leaned over and Zhuzhu kissed him on the face.
After the kiss, Zhuzhu leaned against the small pillow and closed her eyes contentedly.
Even after closing Zhuzhu's bedroom door, Xu Chunian was still a little dazed.
Jiang Huaixu looked at her blankly.
"Xu Chunian."
"ah?"
"Your clothes are falling off."
Xu Chunian lowered her head. Her tube top dress could not hide the spring beauty in the garden. She covered her chest, said good night and ran back to her room.
The reckless look overlapped somewhat with the distant memory, and the man's eyes became a little complicated under the light.
*
night
Lin Ya turned her sore neck and just stretched herself when there was a knock on the door.
"Mr. Jiang?" She seemed a little surprised and looked up at the wall clock.
Jiang Huaixu nodded at her and sat down opposite her.
"Are you here for your wife's illness?" She began to look through a pile of medical records. "Let me see where it is?"
"Not because of my wife."
"No?" The woman paused. "Then you?"
"It's me." Jiang Huaixu said calmly, "I seem to be sick."
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