Xiang Nuan woke up in a flash, sat up from the bed, and dialed Zhao Jing's phone first.
"What did you say?! Did you have sex with Tomorrow Cheng after he was drunk?!"
Zhao Jing grabbed her hair, her hangover headache had not yet subsided, and her voice was still hoarse: "I don't really know..."
last night.
Zhao Jing was taken out of the club by Tomorrow's Prime Minister, put into the car, and drove home.
Zhao Jing had passed out from drinking and was lying in the back seat mumbling nonsense: "Nuan Nuan, open another bottle of wine for me."
"If you don't go home, I won't go back. I'll be annoyed if I see you tomorrow!"
"This old zombie is really weird. He goes out to work every day and comes home from get off work. He doesn't allow me to go out to play. I have to see him every day!"
Tomorrow Cheng looked very ugly, and his hands on the steering wheel tightened.
Finally arriving home, he parked the car, unbuckled his seat belt, and quickly got out of the car and opened the back seat door.
Zhao Jing was still lying on it muttering dissatisfied: "Why did this boat stop? Let me start it again."
He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger, and took her out of the car.
Their wedding house was a separate villa. The two elders of the Ming family gave their children great freedom. They did not need to go back specially during the holidays except during holidays.
So Zhao Jing only has to face Tomorrow Cheng every day, but she is obviously impatient even for this.
"The young master is back." The servant hurriedly came to help open the door, and was not surprised to see Zhao Jing in his arms, "Young madam, have you drunk too much again?"
Tomorrow Cheng ordered in a cold voice: "Cook a bowl of sobering soup and bring it to the room."
"good."
Tomorrow Cheng carried her upstairs. They didn't live in the same room. Zhao Jing lived in the master bedroom wedding room, which was next door to Tomorrow Cheng.
In the past two months of their marriage, they had become very different from each other. Except for the occasional chance to have dinner together, they were almost inseparable. Tomorrow Cheng never even entered her room.
This was the first time he entered today. As soon as he entered this room full of pink girls' hearts, he frowned.
Warm-colored lights were turned on in the room, and the bed curtains on the bed had been replaced by princess-style bed curtains. The quilt was still light pink. Such a large bed was crowded with a bunch of cute dolls, and there was almost no room for anyone. , and there was a fluffy carpet on the floor.
He accidentally kicked the stuffed doll and pillow she threw on the ground.
He couldn't stand such a noisy room, but Zhao Jing obviously liked it.
He put her on the bed and moved the pile of dolls on the bed to give her a little space to make it easier for her to fit.
After she lay down, Tomorrow Cheng finally pulled off his tie. His usually meticulous suit was now wrinkled by her.
He stood by the bed, staring at her drunken body, and said in a cold tone: "Zhao Jing, are you turning a deaf ear to my words? Did I just say a few days ago that you are not allowed to go to bars again?!"
"Do you think I'm a fool, or do you think what I said is funny and you really won't stop your card? If you continue to be so unscrupulous, I won't condone you."
Zhao Jing opened her eyes and looked at him in a daze, probably because she had drunk too much, her eyes were a bit confused and innocent.
Tomorrow Cheng couldn't hide the sullenness in his eyes, waiting for her to reply.
But she suddenly frowned and started retching: "I want to vomit..."
Tomorrow Cheng's expression changed, and he immediately picked her up from the bed and threw her into the bathroom. She quickly threw herself on the toilet, hugged the toilet and started retching.
After vomiting a few times, nothing came out, so she muttered again: "I don't want to vomit anymore."
Tomorrow Cheng: "..."
She frowned again and said, "It's so cold on the ground."
He gritted his teeth and suppressed his anger before carrying her back to bed again.
He is so angry now that he still has to serve her!
The servant knocked on the door: "Here comes the hangover soup."
He opened the door and took the hangover soup with a sullen face. The servants were shocked. It was the first time they saw the young master being so angry.
Tomorrow Cheng has always been the most decent person, he rarely gets angry, he only solves problems.
But now, he obviously hasn't solved the problem yet, but he is almost angry to death.
Closing the door with a bang, he walked to the bed with the hangover soup in one hand, pulled Zhao Jing up from the bed, and drank it for her.
If she didn't wake up and admit her mistake to him today, he would be so angry that he couldn't sleep all night!
After Zhao Jing drank half the bowl, she couldn't stand it anymore. She frowned and started coughing. He didn't bother to continue the drink. He put the bowl on the bedside table and wiped the overflowing soup from the corner of her lips with a tissue.
Zhao Jing likes to wear bright-colored lipstick, which is exactly the same as her bold and wanton personality, but this lip color is sometimes very attractive.
Such as now.
He stared at the bit of soup on her lips. The lips were very bright, but the lips were very soft. They should be delicious.
He suppressed such thoughts with restraint. He was not so despicable as to take advantage of others' danger, nor did he want to do such a dishonorable thing.
He used a tissue to wipe off the soup on her lips with a cold face, but he probably used too much force and wiped off all the lip gloss, leaving some color on the corners of her lips.
She had drunk too much now, her face was as red as a peach, and her eyes were blurred, like a seductive fairy.
He hesitated for a moment, then let go and threw her onto the bed, then stood up.
He suddenly realized that he might have overestimated his own strength. If he stayed any longer, he wouldn't have to wait for her to wake up and teach her a lesson. He was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control himself.
He took a deep breath and said calmly: "You go to sleep first, I will talk to you tomorrow."
Just as she was about to step out, Zhao Jing suddenly sat up from the bed.
"Tomorrow Cheng." She seemed to be awake.
He paused for a moment. Is this hangover soup so effective?
He looked back at her, his face turned cold again: "Do you still recognize me? Do you know what you did?!"
Zhao Jing got off the bed and walked to him.
Her steps were firm and steady. Tomorrow Cheng felt that she should be awake, but her current attitude was too bold, and he was a little doubtful whether she was really awake.
She came close to his eyes, took a closer look, and then suddenly stared and grabbed his tie angrily: "Where does this dog man come from that looks so similar to the Prime Minister tomorrow!"
Tomorrow Cheng: "..."
The anger in his eyes could hardly be suppressed, and he finally lost his temper: "Zhao Jing! Have you had enough trouble?"
She blinked: "Eh, are you angry? Hehe, the Taoism is not as good as Tomorrow's Prime Minister, Tomorrow's Prime Minister is better than you at pretending."
Tomorrow Cheng: "..."
He gritted his teeth: "You know me quite well?"
"Of course, I don't know how old zombies who have lived for hundreds of years. Apart from going to work every day, they only drink tea and read newspapers, and then they lecture others with a cold face. They are more old-fashioned than my dad! They are not allowed to go to nightclubs, and pole dancing is not allowed. He doesn’t even like looking at women, so he shouldn’t get married and become a monk.”
She grinned, a little slyly proud: "It's also frigidity anyway."
His furious mood had reached its peak, but he calmed down instead. He looked at her: "How do you know I'm frigid?"
"He is!" Zhao Jing said firmly.
His eyes were deep, and the corners of his lips curved into a provocative smile: "How will you know if you don't try?"
