Uncle's Crisis

Chapter 271
And Pang Yaozong looked a little more drunk, he stood up to go to the bathroom, obviously rootless, staggered, almost fell to the ground.

It was also thanks to Zhou Qiaoran who couldn't bear it before, went to the bathroom and spit into the toilet twice, it was full of pure white wine that he hadn't had time to absorb.

At this time, she was much more awake, she took Pang Yaozong's arm, let him lean on her thin shoulders, and entered the bathroom with difficulty.

Then he stood at the door and waited for Pang Yaozong to come out before helping him to his original position.

Zhou Qiaoran felt that the room was a bit stuffy, so he walked to the window and opened it.

Through the bright window panes, she saw that the lights outside were just beginning to come on, and the dim yellow lights were hazy and dreamlike.

A gust of cool breeze blew by, shaking her spirits, she meditated in her heart: what should come will come sooner or later, maybe something really should happen this night.

It would be out of the ordinary if it didn't happen.

After returning to the living room, Pang Yaozong took out another bottle of red wine from nowhere, and shouted, "Come on, let's have another red wine, let's be romantic, okay?"

Of course Zhou Qiaoran couldn't refuse, and to be precise, she didn't want to refuse either. It's rare to get drunk a few times in life, maybe this is one of them.

drink!
Must drink!
Because he is his own nobleman!
If you don't drink it, you are a veritable white-eyed wolf!
We must let Mr. Pang have fun and make him happy, only that is the best way to repay him.

Zhou Qiaoran reminded herself over and over in her heart, and she had a direction in her actions. She raised her glass and "repayed" Pang Yaozong repeatedly.

When the bottle of red wine bottomed out again, the two of them had a tacit understanding, thinking that it was time to do something more meaningful and practical.

So, the two stood up together.

Then, what was unexpected was that Pang Yaozong Pang seemed to be completely drunk, his body was so weak that he could hardly stand up.

Zhou Qiaoran had no choice but to exert all her breastfeeding strength, hugged him tightly, dragged and tugged, finally got him onto the bed, and then breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhou Qiaoran, who was seven to eighty percent drunk, was already exhausted, her clothes were drenched with sweat, and they were tightly attached to her body, making her look eye-catching.

But Pang Yaozong's eyes were blurred and he was drowsy, he didn't appreciate the beauty at all.

Fortunately, Zhou Qiaoran was still clear-headed, she just sat down on the ground, staring straight at her nobleman and benefactor, her mind was overwhelming.

I don't know how long it took, but when she was just beginning to feel confused, she suddenly heard a whimpering sound.

Zhou Qiaoran raised his head suddenly and saw that Pang Yaozong was tearing his own shirt with his hands.

"What's wrong with you?" She stood up abruptly, her body swayed for a while, and she almost fell down, thanks to her instinctive support on the edge of the bed.

A thought popped up in her mind: Maybe it's time to fulfill the responsibilities and obligations of a "wife".

Zhou Qiaoran climbed onto the bed, knelt deeply, hugged the intoxicated man with difficulty, unbuttoned him with one hand, and helped him take off his shirt.

Then, he took the cold boiled water from the bedside table and brought it to his lips.

At this time, Pang Yaozong seemed to be a little more awake than before. He opened his eyes slightly, smiled bleakly, stretched out his hand to grab the water glass, gulped, and drank it all in one breath.

Only then did Zhou Qiaoran breathe a sigh of relief, and her heart felt much more at ease. There was always a string in her heart that was tense before. After all, she got drunk like this to help herself, to do a huge favor. If something goes wrong, I can't bear it even more.

"Hey, Xia Yuhong, you're here."

Zhou Xiaoyu's heart trembled, it seemed that he regarded himself as his first love again, so he could only follow his words and say, "Yes, I'm here, and I've been with you all this time."

"It's so good of you... so good." Pang Yaozong stared at her and said, "Are you tired?"

"I'm not tired, I'm not tired, go to sleep when you're tired, I'll watch you here."

"It's so good, I like the way you look at me." Pang Yaozong became more and more fascinated, with a smile that didn't match his age.

"Do you still want to drink water?"

Pang Yaozong nodded.

Zhou Qiaoran smiled softly, and handed him another glass of water.

When Pang Yaozong drank the second glass of water, he seemed much more awake. He looked at Zhou Qiaoran and said, "Xia Yuhong, I have something to discuss with you."

"You said."

"Then I won't be leaving tonight."

"Well, if you want to stay, you can stay, and I don't want to drive you away."

"You dare! If you drive me away, I'll be rude to you!" After Pang Yaozong finished speaking, he raised his right hand, stretched out his middle finger, and pointed upward.

Zhou Qiaoran could clearly hear that his words were a bit tough, and there was no room for rejection at all. The gesture alone was already very explicit.

He can even understand such obscene sign language. It seems that no matter how big the official is, it's hard to get away with it!
Zhou Qiaoran thought about it, and asked cautiously: "Then your family won't be waiting for you?"

"It's okay, my wife is not at home."

"Where did she go?"

"I'm on a business trip. Besides, the nature of my job is like this. There is no white or black, and there are many opportunities in the day. Isn't there a saying called 'five plus two, white plus black', so it's very... It's a normal thing, isn't it?"

Zhou Qiaoran said softly in his throat, and then asked with concern: "Are you sober now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

Pang Yaozong shook his huge head and muttered, "It's okay...it's okay, that's all I'm good about, sober up quickly, and I'll be sober after a while."

"Do you drink a lot?"

"Drink, but generally you don't drink so much, for you...you are an exception." Pang Yaozong said, and slowly got off the bed.

Zhou Qiaoran hurried over to help him.

But he refused, and said: "It's okay, it's safe. Oh, by the way, make your bed and go to bed." After finishing speaking, he went into the bathroom.

The exaggerated sound of excretion came out, and Zhou Qiaoran was flustered when he heard it—after all, it was the first day of living here, and he didn't know anything, so how could he just live with him?
Although there seemed to be a close contact in the mind, the process was not real at all. Later, when I thought about it, it was completely like a dream.

But when you think about your job, your future, and even your own life, what is there to hesitate?

Zhou Qiaoran, don't be a fucking fool, it's the wisest choice to go all out!

Only by dedicating your most precious things without complaint, regret, and selflessness, can you be worthy of your parents, yourself, and your benefactor!

This is also a matter of course!

The kindness of a drop of water should be repaid by a spring, so what else do I have to worry about?

Thinking of this, Zhou Qiaoran regained his composure, turned around and took a pillow beside him, and put it next to the pillow that Pang Yaozong had just slept on, very close without leaving a gap in between.

Then she went to bed first, lay down with all her clothes on, lifted the sheet and put it on herself, and closed her eyes heavily.

(End of this chapter)