Chapter 1977: No difference from Xiaosan

From the lowered window, she saw Ji Shaoheng leaning on the back of the chair with her eyes closed, and her face was flushed with wine.
She shouted: "Ji Shaoheng."
Ji Shaoheng didn't react, and looked drunk.
She yelled again and didn't see him respond, so she reached out and patted his shoulder.
Ji Shaoheng seemed to be awakened, and suddenly opened his eyes to look at her. There was a moment of confusion in his eyes, and he seemed to be somewhat fragile.
The two have been a husband and wife for six years. Fang Yaqing has never seen him show such an expression, and he was startled.
Later, she lowered her eyelashes: "I'm here."
Ji Shaoheng rubbed his temples, pushed the door and got out of the car, and stumbled as soon as his feet touched the ground. The stations were not stable.
Fang Yaqing subconsciously helped him: "What are you going to do?"
A corner of his mouth twitched, his eyes mocking: "I think I can still drive while I look like this."
Ji Shaoheng sat in the back position, his head seemed to burst, and it hurt badly.
Fang Yaqing sits in the driver's seat and starts the car into the traffic lane.
After walking for a while, she glanced at the man in the back: "You still have to call Yan Hao to pick you up. If I send you back and they are seen by your parents, they must say something again."
Ji Shaoheng, who rested with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and frowned slightly: "Who said back to the old house?"
Fang Yaqing stepped on the accelerator and stopped the car on the roadside: "Hotel?"
Ji Shaoheng rubbed his temple: "Go to you."
She bit her lip, and since that time, the two have not gone to bed.
He was drunk at the moment and said that he was going to her, there was no guarantee that nothing would happen.
Her heart is humiliating, and her identity is no different from that of Xiaosan.
He already has that Miss Chu, and they may get married next month.
The car stopped outside the villa. Fang Yaqing glanced at the person behind him from the rearview mirror. When he saw his eyes closed, he did not know if he was asleep.
"Arrived."
Ji Shaoheng slowly opened his eyes and patted the pained forehead.
Fang Yaqing got out of the car and waited for a while to see him down. He took a step forward and pulled him to the door.
Ji Shaoheng came down from the car and saw that Fang Yaqing had no plans to help him, and his tone was a little poor: "I'm not happy to support me yet."
Fang Yaqing wrinkled his brow, supported him reluctantly, and walked in.
Ji Shaoheng's body strength leaned on her, which made her stagger.
She originally sent Ji Shaoheng into the guest room downstairs, but thinking of the house as his, it was inappropriate, so she helped him up the second floor.
The other rooms didn't have beds, only the master bedroom was next to it, and she sent him into the room.
As soon as her hand was loose, Ji Shaoheng fell into the soft bed, and the mattress underneath fell into it.
Fang Yaqing stood by the bed for a while and saw his two legs lying on the bed, which made him very uncomfortable.
She bit her lip forward, took off his shoes, and moved his leg on it.
After exiting the room, she walked out of the master bedroom, raised her hand to push the door, paused, and went downstairs after thinking about it.
Soon a bowl of sober soup was cooked, and she went upstairs to Ji Shaoheng's room.
Standing by the bed, she looked at the man on the bed and shouted, "Ji Shaoheng, got up and drank the sober soup."
Ji Shaoheng opened his eyes. After drunken, he became more enchanted and evil, and Dan Feng's eyes were gleaming.
He sat up, took the hangover soup and drank it in one breath, and placed the empty bowl on the bedside table.