Chapter 74: : She is the antidote (3)

He was really filled with too much alcohol yesterday, even if the drug-sexuality has passed, but the alcohol should be enough for him.
I got up and took his clothes, and heard his mobile phone vibrating. Several missed calls came from the company, and it was not convenient to answer them. I simply used my mobile phone to send a message to Mo Bai and briefly explained the situation.
Then An Hao got up and went out, enduring the soreness in his hands, and went straight to the drugstore.
...
The sunlight outside the window was dazzling, and the man still sleeping on the white bed frowned slightly. I had a headache because of the hangover last night, and the images in my mind were a little trance for a while.
After a while, he slowly opened his dark eyes, and the memory of drunkenness hovered clearly in his mind.
When Zuo Hancheng woke up, it was already ten o'clock in the morning.
He rubbed his eyebrows, got up and took the phone.
Although it was a hangover and a splitting headache, he had a phone call with the company as soon as possible, and several things that needed his decision were resolved quickly.
When I finally hung up, I put down my phone and turned to take a look at everything messed up on the bed.
At this moment, the door was opened.
Anhao came back with two pill boxes and a small bag in his other hand.
As soon as she entered the door and saw that he was awake, her face blushed first, and seeing him staring at herself, she had to lift up what was in her hand.
"I'm going to buy you anti-alcohol medicine to relieve hangover and headache. You were given so much alcohol last night. You will definitely have a headache all day. Taking some medicine will make it better."
As she said, she walked over and showed him the contents of another small bag: "I didn't see any traditional porridge shop nearby, so I had to buy some breakfast porridge at a nearby McDonald’s. You didn’t have much to do last night. Eating food, the stomach is full of wine, it must be uncomfortable, drinking some porridge is better."
Anhao said while putting everything on the bedside table. Seeing Zuo Hancheng was always looking at her, her face was embarrassed again, but because her hand was sore, she quietly put her hand behind her, with the other hand Rubbed his hands.
Observation is as keen as Zuo Hancheng, she can see her little movement at a glance: "What do you do with the back of your hand behind you?"
He didn't know if it was because he just woke up, or from the relationship last night, he was still a bit muffled, but he was sexy, lazy and nice, making Anhao's heart tremble again.
She blushed and looked at him, and whispered: "It's okay, you can take the anti-alcohol medicine and drink some porridge."
As he said, Anhao didn't dare to look directly into Zuo Hancheng's eyes. He stretched out his hand to open the disposable round lunch box with M written on the table, and handed him the spoon and lunch box: "Here, this is porridge. "
Zuo Hancheng stretched out his hand to take it, but when Anhao retracted his hand and was about to turn around, he suddenly put the lunch box in his hand on the bedside table, and at the same time grabbed her wrist and pulled her back.
Anhao didn't expect that he would pull himself suddenly, and fell back on the bed unsuspectingly, even directly into his arms.
The man just woke up early in the morning, with a touch of alcohol and a masculine breath that was unique to him, invading the nose, Anhao thought of what happened last night in his mind, and his face was almost red. I saw people and started to struggle.
Zuo Hancheng held on to her, pulled up the hand she had just hidden, and raised it in front of him to look left and right.
"What's wrong with the hand?" he asked again.
"..."
Anhao rolled her eyes fiercely, trying to push him, but Zuo Hancheng held her tightly, and even meant that if she dared to move, she would throw her directly on the bed to back pressure.
After earning twice, she finally had to withdraw her hand from his hand, and said embarrassingly: "It's okay! It's just that the hand is a little sore..."
As the instigator, Zuo Hancheng was extremely silent. Anhao didn't dare to look at his expression, and struggled again in his arms: "Don't hold me, you hurry up to eat porridge and drink medicine, I'm going..."
Before she could get out of his arms, Zuo Hancheng had re-buttoned her to her chest, and when she lowered her head, she saw her slightly open neckline, with some faint kiss-marks on her white and delicate neck. Even her lips and looked redder and swollen than usual.
Zuo Hancheng didn't have any memory of last night, he could even remember 80% of things.
Seeing An Hao shyly trying to break free from his arms, Zuo Hancheng picked up the hand she had just pulled back blushing, kissed it, and asked in a low voice, "How do you feel?"
Anhao was stunned, and suddenly raised her eyes: "What does it mean to feel? How can I feel, I haven't really been with you..."
As a result, the moment when she raised her eyes, she touched Zuo Hancheng's ambiguous and meaningful smile, and she seemed to understand his meaning suddenly.
Isn't he asking... how did she feel about last night's hand-feel... size-inch...?
Asking about this kind of thing in broad daylight, even if Anhao has molested countless male classmates after all kinds of battles, he still hasn't risen to the level of this completely pure yellow joke. It is really a bit overwhelming to pull his hand back.
In the end, she suffocated her aggrieved position and allowed him to hold him in his arms like this, and said with a grunt, "Don't find me for this kind of thing next time. Just find a specific woman and it will not be easy to solve. ?"
Her hand is almost broken...
Zuo Hancheng smiled, because she was leaning against his arms, his chest-mouth tight and well-proportioned muscles trembled slightly with his smile. This type of thin clothes and fleshy clothes really makes women bloody. -Mai-Anger-Zhang is about to collapse.
And Zuo Hancheng looked at her blushing face and didn't know what to do, he still smiled slowly, rubbing his hands in her soft and soft hair like a affection, bowing his head light on her hairline. kiss.
Accompanied by the fragrance of Anhao's hairline shampoo, he said dumbly: "This kind of thing can only be addressed to you. How can your husband go out and find a woman to solve it casually? You want me to cheat?"
An Hao's heart trembled fiercely: "Body derailment and mental derailment are counted as derailment! This is what you said!"
Zuo Hancheng raised his eyebrows: "So when have I derailed?"
Obviously I shouldn’t ask, but I couldn’t help but curiosity. Anhao couldn’t help but stare at him and asked:
That time, when I came to the Di Weiss Hotel and wanted to sneak a photo of you, you were photographed by a bunch of reporters. Second. The woman who walked out with you was not the one you cheated on?"
Zuo Hancheng raised his eyebrows: "She?"
"What? You won't have so many women that you have forgotten that long and beautiful beauty!"
Hearing this, Zuo Hancheng didn't say much, he just smiled, as if only to find out that the hair on her head is so soft and so soft and sweet that it is so soft and sweet.
He raised his hand and rubbed her head again, messing up her hair that had grown under her ears, and then sighed and said, "I told you last time that she is not my woman."
"When did you say...?"
Anhao suddenly felt unimpressed.