Long time no see, ex-wife!

Chapter 26

She bent down uncertainly, trying to be on the same level as the man: "Are you okay?"

The man didn't move at all, and even his breathing was shallow. If she didn't get close, she would really think that she had already died here. She was startled by her own thoughts, and she hurriedly patted her mouth : "I'm talking nonsense, don't blame it, don't blame it."

After talking about the words that her grandmother used to pull her ears to read when she was a child, she leaned forward again, the smell of alcohol on the man's body became stronger and stronger, even she began to feel a little delirious, she raised her hand, carefully He poked the man with his finger, and the man fell to one side. She hurriedly caught him, but she was pressed to the ground by the man's weight, and the man fell on her lap. Such a big movement, but he still didn't What kind of reaction, sleeping on her lap as a pillow is called Xiangxiang.

He clearly threatened her before, but now he pretends to be drunk, men are indeed virtuous!
She pouted and raised her hand to poke the man. Her action was not as polite as before, but she directly wanted to wake him up.

The man moved uncomfortably and turned to lie on his back. Under the moonlight, the face that could make any woman scream was exposed in front of her without any preparation.

She was suffocated, and she couldn't believe that she had picked up a top-quality man. The eyes, the eyebrows, and the nose were all so perfect. Although the overall look was a little deserted, the moon at this time was very soft, Qinghui sprinkled on his face, as if covered with a layer of tulle, but it made him clean and elegant like he was out of the world.

She looked at him carefully, her cheeks were a little hot, she had never looked at other men other than Su Wei so closely, this time God actually rewarded her with a superb one.

The man didn't sleep well, his brows would be furrowed from time to time, and the expression on his face never relaxed. Instead, he was huddled together nervously, as if he was encountering something that he couldn't solve and was impatient in his dream. .

She couldn't help feeling a little soft-hearted, and rubbed the man's temples with her fingers, and helped him push away the lines on his forehead little by little. Finally, she tried to sing the nursery rhymes that her grandmother often sang to her when she was a child.
Her voice was completely different from her usual speech, the clear voice mixed with a touch of melancholy caused by missing her family, as if she was in a distant river, where a girl rocking oars in the river was babbling and humming, and the lotus leaves on both sides crowded Squeeze. The wind is light and the sun is bright.

I don't know how many times she sang, she yawned inadvertently, and the singing was forced to stop. She lowered her head to look at the man, and found that he seemed to be really asleep at this time, with his brows stretched out, and there was even a slight twitch on the side of his mouth. smile.

She froze for a while, reaching out to touch it, then hurriedly regained her senses, raised her head and looked back and forth for a while, but she didn't see anyone passing by who could help.

But she couldn't leave him here alone, she gritted her teeth, supported the man's head with both hands, and stood up first.

Ignoring the soreness in her legs, she tried her best to lift the man up, and shifted his weight onto her body. She wanted to send the man directly into the car, but she was afraid that the man would lose consciousness when he was unconscious. After starting the car, he had no choice but to help him into his small room at a risk.

Fortunately, the room she rented was on the first floor, otherwise, helping such a tall man up the stairs, it would be better to kill her directly.

She opened the door and helped the man onto the sofa. As soon as the man met the soft sofa, he instinctively found a comfortable position and continued to sleep. She rubbed her sore shoulders, tapped her lower back, and wiped the puffiness from her forehead. After sweating, he sat down on the chair and poured a glass of water to pour it down.

What to do with him?

She was conflicted.

Let him sleep on the sofa?
NO!Absolutely not!He is probably his immediate boss, let the boss sleep on the sofa?Unless she wants to slap her ass and leave.

Put him to bed?

NO!This... probably won't work.That's a single bed, he's sleeping, what should she do?
While struggling with the question of offending him or wronging herself, she suddenly heard the man on the sofa speak.

(End of this chapter)