Chapter 145 What a naive little drunkard

Outside the main hall, Shi Su was held by Jing Jihan and walked out a few steps.

When the wind blows in the late autumn, the drunkenness is completely on her head, her head is resting on the man's shoulders, her whole person is leaning on his arms, her eyes are closed, and her mouth is humming: "I can really drink...I still... "

  Jing Jihan closed her coat and looked down at her.

"Ji...Ji Han..." Shi Su suddenly raised his hand, poked his chin with a finger, his face was red with wine, and squinted: "I... tell you... tell you... You are...really so... ugh..."

  Shi Su suddenly vomited, turning his head to throw up on the ground.

Jing Jihan put her down and helped her to the lawn of Jingzhai Garden. Shi Su staggered and couldn't stand, half of his body leaned on him, tilted his head and vomited on the ground for a long time but couldn't vomit anything. , Finally raised his hand and wiped his clean mouth, and sighed hard, "Ah...comfortable..."

  Can't spit out anything, and don't know what she is comfortable with.

  Shi Su suddenly turned his head, raised his hand and tapped his chin with a smile on his face: "Hehe...hiccup..."

Jing Jihan leaned down and was about to pick her up again, when Shi Su suddenly stretched out his hands and instinctively hugged her neck tightly. This action caused Jing Jihan to beat her and hug her sideways. The tight face that was close to him rubbed against his cheek, and the slightly opened lips because he wanted to speak also rubbed against his face without evasiveness.

After being picked up, she put her arms around the man's neck with a contented expression, and said with a smile, "Have you heard? They said I...hiccup...I am...a treasure-level artist...in the future...for decades Later...when I get old...I'll...I'll..."

   Looking down at her for a moment, Jing Jihan said, “With your current appearance, if someone takes a photo out of you, this artist’s dream should be broken.”

  He looked at her for a while, Shi Su put his head on his shoulder, muttering words that were already unclear.

  Jing Jihan sighed slightly and carried people all the way to a three-storey Chinese villa in the back garden of Jing's old house.

  Hui's wife had already made sober tea and rushed over, and went up to the second floor to see Jing Jihan holding Shi Su into the bedroom, and hurried over to help lift the quilt off the bed.

Jing Jihan put Shisu on the bed, and at the same time heard Wife Hui say: "Oh, after drinking so much wine, I think I will have a headache and stomach pain when I wake up tomorrow morning. I think of a way to let her drink the sober tea, Mr. Jing, first. Go back to the main hall to see you off, and leave it to me here."

  When Su lay on the bed and did not stop, he raised his hand and pulled down the neckline from time to time.

  The new dress she changed today is pretty, but she is lying in bed now, the room is very warm, she is a bit stuffy, and with the effect of wine, she is very irritable and pulls the neckline more and more frequently.

  The collarbone was exposed at her finger from time to time, and she still did not notice the unfamiliar surroundings and the man in the room. If her clothes were not so easy to take off, she would like to take it off and roll on the bed cleanly.

   "Also."

Jing Jihan gave Shisu to Wife Hui for the time being, turned around and took a shower in the other bedroom next door. He changed the shirt that was soaked in alcohol and changed his clothes before returning to the main hall. How many guests were left, after a few brief conversations with the old friends of the Jing family, he politely sent them away for the old man.

When she returned to the bedroom, Shi Su was taken into the bathroom by Hui Hui and took a shower. His hair had not been dried yet, and she was wearing a bathrobe that Hui Hui had found. She was still alive while lying on the bed. Looks unconscious.

"Mr. Jing." Seeing him coming back, Wife Hui walked over and said: "Miss Shi Su just said that she was hot and she wanted to take a bath, so I helped her into the bathroom and did a simple wash. There is no suitable clothes for her. So I will show her the spare new bathrobe. I will take the clothes she changed to dry cleaning, and I will be able to bring it to her tomorrow morning."

"Ok."

"Oh, right, sober tea has been given to her. Miss Shi Su is very defensive. She didn't know me. When she opened her eyes and saw me, she refused to drink it at first. I said this is a scene several times. Home, I’m Mr. Jing’s servant in your house. She only drank it half-believingly.” Sister Hui remembered Su drunk and stared at her with a defensive expression just now, and she couldn’t help but laugh.

  Jing Jihan nodded and said indifferently: "Sister Hui, go out and work."

"Okay." Aunt Hui nodded to Jing Jihan, walked to the door and was about to go out, and suddenly remembered something. She looked back at Shisu who hadn't dried her hair on the bed. Seeing Mr. Jing again, she seemed to be planning to let Miss Shisu. Just sleeping in his own bedroom like this, Wife Hui suddenly smiled again, and hurriedly closed the door very thoughtfully.

   Jing Jihan did not look back when he heard the door closed, and walked to the bed. When he saw Su Ping lying on the bed, he slept with his head uncomfortably tilted because his hair was still dry.

  The hair dryer that Wife Hui just brought was on the bedside table before she could use it.

  Shi Su smacked his lips in his sleep, then suddenly turned his head and tilted his head to this side.

  Jing Jihan leaned over and helped her toss her wet hair to one side, but Shi Su frowned and raised his hand to wave his hand away: "Don't touch..."

  The cool and wet hair touched between her fingers, Jing Jihan retracted her hand and took the hair dryer directly to help her dry her hair.

  The silent hair dryer didn't make much noise, and the warm wind slowly blew through her hair.

  Shi Su moved, but he was firmly pressed with one hand, and did not make her move, only when she turned her head to the side, she smoothly pulled her hair under the neck to the side of the neck for easy drying.

When the warm wind blew to her neck, Shisu felt hot again. She wanted to raise her hand and wave it, but she kept being held down. She grunted unhappily, then suddenly opened her eyes and stared at the bed. The man who was blowing his hair, raised his hand angrily to grab his wrist.

   "Be honest, don't make trouble." Jing Jihan avoided her dishonest hands without a trace.

  Shi Su turned his head resistingly to avoid the warm wind between his neck: "Don't blow, it's hot!"

   "It's ready soon."

   "I don't want it, I don't want to blow..."

  Shi Su suddenly rolled around on the bed and avoided to the other side.

Jing Jihan did not expect that she was so rascal that she would roll over to that side, so she simply leaned forward to catch someone back, but Shi Su triumphantly turned her head and winked at him: "You can't catch it. Here!"

  "……"

  What a naive little drunk.

However, Shi Su was arrested by him in an instant. After pressing her to dry her hair, Shi Su flicked her hair irritably, and was finally let go. His hair was so messy and scattered like a madman. Kneeling on the bed, looking at the man who took the hair dryer away with a look of resentment in the hair crevices scattered in front of his face.

  (End of this chapter)