Because Chen often drinks and entertains, Cheng Chen's car is always stocked with anti-alcohol medicine. At this moment, watching Yu Luoluo's uncomfortable appearance due to drinking, the man sighed quietly and returned to his car and took two bottles. The hangover medicine is back.

Go to the bed and lift Yu Luoluo. Cheng Chen sat on the bed, let Yu Luoluo's weak body lean against him, and put the hangover medicine next to Yu Luoluo's mouth. "Come open your mouth and drink."

Yu Luoluo frowned tightly, with a pain in his face, "I don't drink anymore ... I drink too much ... not drinking too much ..."

Cheng Chen was speechless for a while, "Do you know how bad it is to drink? Hurry up!"

Yu Luoluo closed his eyes, was dressed in a sulky, and his little hands were sloppy. "I won't drink ... don't drink ... I have a headache ..."

Cheng Chen could see that Yu Luoluo was really uncomfortable, so he said with patience, "obedient, it won't hurt my head."

"Uh ... uh ... OK ..." Yu Luoluo nodded mechanically, and finally cooperated with Cheng Chen to drink the bottle of hangover medicine.

Cheng Chen put Yu Luoluo back on the bed and covered her with a quilt. Then she stood beside the bed and looked at the drunk girl with complicated eyes.

At this moment, Cheng Chen remembered that his clothes had not been vomited by Yu Luoluo. In desperation, he had to go to the bathroom and take off his suit and shirt one by one.

Fortunately, Yu Luoluo did not spit on his suit, but spit on his shirt.

The return was made provisionally, and he had planned to return to Hong Kong the same day. It is estimated that his secretary called just now to tell him about the return flight.

Just then, Cheng Chen's phone rang again, and the secretary called.

In the bathroom, Cheng Chen answered his secretary's phone while scrubbing his upper body with clean water.

"General Cheng, the flight has been confirmed, and the plane will take off in two hours. The specific flight information has been sent to your mobile phone." The secretary said respectfully. It's late at night, but as Cheng Chen's secretary, he has to be on call 24 hours a day.

Cheng Chen turned off the faucet, pumped a few sheets of paper to wipe his body, walked out of Yu Luoluo's bathroom, looked at Yu Luoluo on the bed, and said deeply, "Cancel the trip and change to the next shift. "

"The next flight?" The secretary snapped. "But the next flight won't be available until six in the morning."

"I know, it's just set." Cheng Chen said straightforwardly.

"Okay." Although, the secretary did not understand why Cheng Chen suddenly changed his schedule, and it was not strange for a person like Chen to suddenly change his schedule.

"Also." Cheng Chen continued to say, "Give me a suit and send it to Room 301 in the artist's apartment."

"Mr. Cheng?" You can clearly hear the surprise in the secretary's tone, but even if she was surprised, she was not qualified to ask why Cheng Chen was there. "Okay, I know."

At this time, Yu Luoluo's painful snoring on the bed caught Cheng Chen's attention, he hung up the phone and walked to the bed.

At this time, Yu Luoluo's small face became red, not the red caused by drinking. This red looked a little sick.

The man reached into Yu Luoluo's forehead, and the hot touch told Cheng Chen that Yu Luoluo had a fever.

Originally, Yu Luoluo was dizzy and had a headache because he drank too much alcohol. He also stood in the breeze for a long time without wearing cold clothes.