Kiss You, Sweetheart

Demi: --

She did not speak, just patted Huo Chun's hand. In her heart, Huo Chun has always been a person with a sense of propriety. Today, I drink so much because she and song Zhixin are about to get married.

Huo Chun looked at the hand he had been patted by Demi. He gently took a breath from the corner of his mouth, and then his eyes floated out of the window. There were some crystal lights flashing.

Along the way, neither of them spoke again. When he arrived at the hotel, Demi helped Huo Chun into the elevator. He was already a little unsteady, although he was still conscious.

"The card." Demi holds Huo Chun with one hand and takes the card to him with the other.

Huo Chun leans against the wall and touches it for a while before he gets the card out. As a result, when he hands it to Demi, his hand is unstable and falls to the ground.

He is a little weak. It seems that the strength of the wine has come up.

The first time Demi saw him like this, she sighed, bent down, picked up the card, swept it, and pushed the door open. She helped Huo Chun into the room, and the door bounced back and closed.

Demi didn't care and helped Huo chun to bed.

"I'll wash your face." She said.

Huo Chun didn't even have the power to answer. He stretched out his hand and hung down powerlessly.

Demi turns to the bathroom and suddenly hears a "wow" behind her. Her brain is hot.

No!

She turned sadly and saw that Huo Chun was vomiting on the edge of the bed. There was a pool of dirt on the carpet, which was very spectacular.

Demi: --

She really didn't know what to say.

Regardless of the bad smell, she quickly picked up the inside line, dialed the customer service phone and called the waiter to clean. But Huo Chun has collapsed completely on the bed. Demi takes off his shoes, covers his quilt and lets him sleep well.

After cleaning for a long time, Demi felt a little sorry and gave the waiter a tip.

"Thank you, Miss Zheng." The waiter was young and recognized Demi as a star.

Demi smiles, takes her bag, takes a look at Huo Chun, and leaves the room with the waiter.

"You're the waiter on this floor." She asked.

The waiter nodded.

"Please listen to him in the evening. Thank you." Demi said with a smile.

After all, the waiter promised to take a tip.

Demi glanced at the door and headed for the elevator.

She went out of the hotel wearing sunglasses, stood by the side of the road and took a taxi back to her apartment. After drinking, the car stopped in the parking lot of the barbecue shop.

In fact, it's very early, but it's only eight o'clock. Demi leans on her chair and looks at the night on the window. She thinks of song Zhixin. She doesn't know what he's doing. Maybe it's because of his heart, and it's song Zhixin who calls when the mobile phone rings.

Demi's mouth slightly pulled, and a little sweetness welled up in her heart.

The voice of answering the phone is very soft. When others listen to it, they know that they are answering their sweetheart's phone.

"Hello."

"In the apartment?"

"On the way back to the apartment."

"Just finished work?"

Demi was stunned. She didn't know if she should tell him about her dinner with Huo Chun. He is very jealous of Huo Chun. But I think that if I don't tell him, if I am photographed by the media and let him know, I will be more jealous.

She opened her mouth and said, "I just had dinner with..."

Before she finished speaking, she heard song Zhixin making some noise