I really don't want a second marriage

She doesn't quite understand the rules of these upper class people.

Just watch the other party drink three cups. If she doesn't give a little face, it may be difficult for Han Qing to do, so she also drinks like the other party.

"No, you did a good job." Han Qing glanced at her lightly, "but don't drink."

Xiao Yan: "

"Eh, Mr. Han is distressing Miss Zhou?"

"It's rare. President Han never brought women to dinner before. Now he will love women and can't even drink."

The crowd teased Han Qing. All the people present were human spirits. How could they not see that Han Qing tonight was different from the past? If it was before, how could they dare to joke on Han Qing like this? I'm afraid it was a cold arrow in the other party's eyes that fixed you in place and made you dare not move.

But tonight, there is probably a beautiful woman around, so Han Qing won't be angry about how we make fun of her. There is even a faint smile on the bottom of her dark eyes.

"Mr. Han is not willing to let Miss Zhou drink. Why don't you... Mr. Han drink it for her?"

what? Han Qing drinks for her? How is this possible?

Xiaoyan was trying to say something, but someone smiled faintly, and then really drank Xiaoyan's wine in front of everyone. Originally, Xiaoyan wanted to say something. Seeing this scene, he couldn't say anything directly.

She stood there blankly, looking at Han Qingjun's side face, unable to say a word.

In my heart, I was shocked.

Obviously, everyone is deliberately making a fuss to let him drink this glass of wine. It is not impossible to stop it in his capacity. Moreover, as long as he has almost one look in his eyes, everyone's fussing will not continue.

But he

The mind moved, and the light in Xiaoyan's eyes trembled slightly.

Although she doesn't know what's going on and why Han Qing is suddenly like this, she doesn't want to investigate why, as long as he is willing to accept himself.

Next, after everyone determined that Han Qing would really stop drinking for Xiao Yan and drink for him, they began to worship Han Qing crazily, but Han Qing didn't refuse anyone and drank some good wine.

Until later, Xiaoyan finally realized that Han Qing drank too much and wanted to stop it, but he was a little afraid.

But there seemed to be a trace of wine in Han Qing's eyes, and Xiao Yan could only come forward with a hard head at last.

"Stop drinking. Drinking too much hurts your stomach."

"Ouch..."

When the people around heard this sentence, they all followed the coax.

"It hurts. This is ~ ~"

"Let's not drink with Mr. Han."

"How can this work? Such days are so rare that you had this opportunity before?"

Xiaoyan: "... Don't drink any more!" her tone became more severe. Her small face was full of worry. Looking at Han Qing, Han Qing glanced at her and nodded after thinking for a moment.

"OK."

"No."

Hearing the last sentence, Xiao Yan breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed.

The others showed a disappointed look, and they were not afraid to come forward and toast again. Then they were blocked by Han Qing's eyes. In fact, the banquet was only half way through.

But because Han Qing was respected too much wine, Xiao Yan asked to leave in advance.

When she wanted to help Han Qing, Han Qing whispered, "I'm fine."

"Is it really all right? Then you can go by yourself?"

"Yes."

Then Han Qing's steps were really steady, but the wine on his body was particularly heavy, and his eyes were not as calm as in the past. Xiao Yan followed him and accidentally hit his head when he saw him enter.

Bang!

Xiaoyan suddenly reacted. He may have really drunk too much!

Not drunk! But I drank too much! I'm not sober!

Although he controlled his steps very steadily, he still hit the door. If Han Qing was normal, he would not make this mistake.

Xiao Yan wanted to run forward with high heels, but because the shoes were inconvenient, she simply took off her shoes and carried them on her feet.

"Are you okay?"

Han Qing leaned against the car. It probably hurt a little because of the collision just now, so he leaned there to have a rest.

When Xiaoyan came to him and asked, he also raised his eyes and looked at Xiaoyan with deep bright eyes.

"It's all right. My head hurts a little."

"... it's all right? Let me see for you?"

Han Qing sipped his thin lips and opened the door: "get on the bus first."

He didn't want to let her see it. Xiaoyan had to get on the bus first. She climbed in hand and foot. As soon as she put her shoes away, Han Qing had already sat in.

The driver was Uncle Nan. Seeing that both of them were seated, uncle Nan didn't talk anymore, but drove directly.

After getting on the bus, Han Qing leaned against the back of the chair and closed his eyes. A Qingjun face had no expression. His breath looked a little cold and full of wine.

Xiaoyan forbeared and finally couldn't help asking himself.

"Where did you hit just now? Let me see for you?"

Han Qing kept his original posture and sat there coldly.

“......”

Damn it, at least I should say it, even if I don't have to. It's embarrassing for her not to say a word.

But thinking of the wine he had drunk at the party, Xiao Yan thought, forget it, he was willing to kiss himself indirectly. What else did she care about? Whether he's tall or cold, it's a big deal. She'll just take the initiative.

Thinking of this, Xiao Yan simply retracted his legs to the seat and rolled them up, and then slowly propped up and leaned in the direction of Han Qing.

The closer she got, the more she could smell the smell of wine on him, and it was getting heavier and heavier. Before, she looked at it one cup after another. It didn't look like much, but this person had a cup and that person had a toast.

He had to drink much at half-time.

No wonder he hit his head and sat here motionless. He must be dizzy now?

After getting close, Xiaoyan saw that Han Qing's forehead was red and faintly green. He closed his eyes and breathed heavily. Xiaoyan didn't wake him up and directly reached out to the wound on his forehead.

When the finger fell gently on the wound, Han Qing, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes, just opposite Xiaoyan close at hand.

Xiaoyan was startled, and the strength in his hand was not well controlled. He pressed heavily on Han Qing's forehead.

Before Han Qing changed his face, Xiao Yan was so frightened that she left Han Qing's skin and nervously explained, "well... I just want to see the wound for you. If you hit your forehead and don't rub it for you, you may..."

The more said, Xiaoyan felt that Han Qing's eyes were brighter and brighter, like the light that came through thousands of mountains and rivers. Xiaoyan was frightened by his eyes, and silently moved his hand back.

"Well, since you don't want to, it's even... Ah!"