Marriage sleepy: less power to pet lightly

Chapter 175 The Drunk Him

After finally helping Wei Xuan into the car, he refused to sit in the back seat, and insisted on sitting in the front, saying that he would "accompany" her to drive.

Song Zhiwei couldn't resist this man who was "younger" by 20 years after drinking, so she had to fasten his seat belt and drive on the road.

At the beginning, Wei Xuan was quite honest, closing his eyes and resting quietly.

Song Zhiwei thought he was drowsy from drinking too much, so she didn't wake him up, and planned to send him back to his parents' house directly.

When passing a park, Wei Xuan suddenly opened his eyes and asked her to stop.

Song Zhiwei thought he was going to vomit, so she quickly stopped the car.

"How do you feel—" Before she could finish her concerned words, Wei Xuan unbuckled her seat belt and lifted her onto his lap.

"What are you doing!" Accidentally bumped his head, Song Zhiwei covered his head and beat him a few times angrily.

"Don't hit me, you're dizzy." Wei Xuan frowned and seemed really uncomfortable.

Song Zhiwei suddenly became nervous again, "Are you dizzy? Do you feel sick to your stomach? Do you want to vomit?"

Wei Xuan nodded.

Song Zhiwei wanted to tell him to bear it any longer, so she drove to a pharmacy to buy a box of hangover medicine, but saw the "very uncomfortable" man put his face on her heart, and his hands restlessly pulled her down. The skirt was tucked into her blouse.

"Honey, I want to drink nai, and I won't feel uncomfortable after drinking it." As he said that, the "acting like a baby" man unbuttoned her back with a snap, and then lifted her blouse.

Song Zhiwei couldn't help but patted him on the head, and reprimanded him with a blushing face, "Be honest, I'm going to send you home now."

However, the man buried his head in it without hesitation, "drinking" loudly.

Song Zhiwei was so uncomfortable that she could only raise her neck and reminded with a blushing face: "Don't, it's still on the side of the road, go back and—"

But the man doesn't care where they are at the moment, all they want is to squeeze more of her sweetness.

"Ah! It hurts!" Because the drunk man couldn't control his strength, Song Zhiwei suddenly frowned and let out a cry of pain.

Knowing that he hurt her, but at this time the man who was dominated by alcohol couldn't control that much, besides hurting her, his coarse fingers also got under her——

He had never been treated so vigorously by him before, Song Zhiwei kept struggling with the pain, "Wei Xuan, please stop, it really hurts—"

She was in a cold sweat from the pain.

However, the man's mind was full of clamoring to "swallow her into his stomach", and her voice sounded to him as if she wanted to welcome but refused.

Suddenly flattening the seat, Wei Xuan hugged her and squatted down, with a strong smell of alcohol covering her, making her almost suffocate.

Not only that, but his increasingly rude movements made her feel pain from top to bottom——

Song Zhiwei didn't feel happy at all, it was the first time he treated him so rudely, and he didn't care about her feelings at all, she was so wronged that tears fell down.

When the cold tears fell on his hot face, Wei Xuan's eyes became a little clearer.

He stopped moving, and his mind gradually came to his senses.

"Does it hurt you?" Wei Xuan kissed her tears guiltily, and Wei Xuan was so distressed that he wanted to punch himself twice.

Nodding aggrievedly, Song Zhiwei complained, "I told you that it hurts, and you still have to continue."

Lifting up her clothes, seeing the redness and teeth marks on her white skin, Wei Xuan felt even more like a jerk.

"Sorry, I will never treat you like this after drinking in the future." Wei Xuan sincerely assured her after dressing her carefully.

Song Zhiwei also calmed down now, she looked at him with dissatisfaction, and complained: "It turns out that you can easily lose control of yourself if you drink too much, and you are not allowed to drink so much in the future."

"Okay." Wei Xuan followed her kindness, gently caressed her smooth face, kissed her forehead, and apologized.

With the two of them so close, Song Zhiwei could feel the heat radiating from his body continuously. The air conditioner in the car was clearly turned on, but it still couldn't cool him down.

It seems that he still has enough alcohol.

Getting up from him, Song Zhiwei decided to go to a pharmacy to buy some sober medicine first, so that he wouldn't "burn" like this again.

Fortunately, in the dead of night, no one noticed what they had just done.

When she was about to drive, she received a call from He Yuxiu, asking when she would be home.

Song Zhiwei just remembered that she just told her mother that she was going out for dinner today, and she didn't say she would not go home, so at this time, the mother called to ask.

"Mom, Qianqian drank too much. I'm taking her home. It may take a while. Go to bed first, don't wait for me." Song Zhiwei dismissed her mother.

"Qianqian" sitting next to her seemed reluctant, but she didn't show any dissatisfaction.

When Xue Qian was mentioned, Song Zhiwei suddenly thought: "Did you say that Xie Yi sent Qianqian home?"

Wei Xuan's head seemed to have been hit by a hammer at this time, blunt, not very interested in her words, "It should be given away."

Song Zhiwei was a little worried: "Do you think I should call Qianqian?"

"No." Wei Xuan rubbed his temples and replied with his eyes closed.

Song Zhiwei gave him a blank look, she really wasn't his friend so she didn't care.

But she really didn't have the time to worry about Qianqian now, because he was enough trouble to be a drunk.

She found a pharmacy and bought sober medicine for him to drink.

"Lie down for a while, I'll call you when I get home."

Originally, she wanted to "throw" Wei Xuan at the door of the house and leave, but seeing his eyes closed and frowning slightly, Song Zhiwei couldn't bear it, so she drove the car into the parking garage and helped him up the stairs.

He opened the door with a key, and the house was completely dark at this moment, and Wei Jiaer had gone to bed early.

Song Zhiwei whispered to him, "Go in by yourself, I'll drive back."

After speaking, she turned to leave.

However, Wei Xuan grabbed her and dragged her in.

He closed the door behind him.

"What are you doing?" Song Zhiwei stumbled and was dragged into his room by him, and then the door of the room was also closed.

"Sleep here tonight." Picking up the petite her, Wei Xuan walked directly to the bedside from memory without turning on the light, and gently placed her on the bed.

Song Zhiwei got up and said worriedly: "If your mother sees me tomorrow morning, she will definitely be angry."

"You are my wife, and this is your home." Wei Xuan took off his shoes, threw them against the wall, and then came to take off her shoes.

Song Zhiwei was a little bit reluctant at first, after all, the hostess here doesn't welcome her.

But after thinking about it, it's so late now, it's troublesome and unsafe to drive back, it's better to just stay here for one night, at worst, leave early tomorrow, just don't let his mother find out.

So she let him take off his shoes.

(End of this chapter)