Chapter 259: You Wronged Her

Yaen Chi sat down and glanced at the empty bottles on the table, “How much was drunk?”

Mo Tingshen, holding a cigarette, raised an eyebrow at him, his gaze briefly moving toward Bo Yanching, “Talking about feelings?”

“Don’t know if they’ve talked, but he spoils Nan Jiaojiao a lot.”

Mo Tingshen scoffed lightly, “Playing ambiguous games to the point of losing oneself like this is a skill too.”

“Keep it down, Mo the Fox; you’re no better.”

Yaen Chi stretched his hand out for Mo Tingshen’s cigarette, didn’t wipe it, and continued smoking.

He called Loo Jinyang over and whispered a few words to him.

By the time the cigarette was finished, the people in the booth had cleared out.

Only then did he and Mo Tingshen, one on each side, start carrying Bo Yanching out.

“I’m sober; I’ll drive you guys.”

Mo Tingshen pulled out the car keys and tossed them to him across another person.

His eyes flicked over Bo Yanching, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting, “Third brother, need company?”

It was just a jest, but who knew the person, drunk and unconscious, suddenly gripped his shoulder and squeezed hard, “Don’t send anyone to my bed, whether male or female.”

Mo Tingshen raised an eyebrow, “Turning virtuous, hm?”

Bo Yanching opened his eyes and glanced at him, “Don’t make her angry.”

Mo Tingshen’s expression stiffened, frozen for a moment, then suddenly raised his hand to his face and wiped it, cursing, “You’re just trying to provoke me.”

Yaen Chi, “Why provoke him when he’s fine; you’re really mean.”

“How often do you see him drunk?

If I don’t take advantage of this moment to mess with him, am I supposed to wait to get beaten when he’s sober?”

Yaen Chi actually found his reasoning very sound, silently took out his phone, and took a close-up photo of Bo Yanching’s face.

This once-in-a-lifetime photo definitely needed to be printed and permanently hung on the wall.

At the base of Minglun Building, Yaen Chi went to sign the bill.

When he came back, he saw the two men lying against the sofa, the cold wind blowing, even getting Mo Tingshen drunk, barely keeping his head up with his eyes glued shut.

Yaen Chi placed his hands on his hips and let out a frustrated sigh, then called two attendants to get the men into the car.

“I’m really done, what bad luck to end up with you guys!”

Yaen Chi, not sure who to complain about first, also didn’t dare to slam on the accelerator, the car slowly crawling forward.

First, he dropped Mo Tingshen at home, then Bo Yanching.

“I asked around; Han Qi intentionally deceived the person coming.

His aunt didn’t even know beforehand.

Nan Jiaojiao was quite tough, slapped Han Qi in the face right in front of the Han Family, clearly stating she had nothing to do with him, you wronged her.”

The man in the backseat opened his eyes, dark and deep shadows gathering, eyelids drooping, then after a blink, his eyes closed again.

Yaen Chi, looking at him through the rearview mirror, “I’ve explained it to you, huh.

Go pamper the girl a bit when you get back.”

Bo Yanching didn’t respond.

“Did you hear me or not?”

Still no response; the smell of alcohol in the car grew more intense.

This would take dunking someone in a vat of liquor to get such a smell out.

Yaen Chi sighed, and the car slowed even further.

The next day.

When Lu Zhenzhen woke up, she found herself in bed and was about to get out when a hand clasped around her waist and pulled her back in.

A warm embrace pressed against her back, and the man’s husky voice, roused from sleep, sounded by her ear, “Going where?”

“I’m going to check on the baby.”

Gao Zhe stuffed her back into his arms, “No need, Mr.

Pei has checked already, asked Jiaojiao to get some good rest.”

“Can a nap fix it?

Did the baby have a fever last night?

Talk in their sleep?

Feel uncomfortable?”