Please Take Care of Me, Young Master Quan

  Chapter 682 Don't leave, humble like him

  Shen Wei: "I'm looking for someone."

   "Are you... the lady who answered the phone?"

  She raised her eyebrows, looked at the person in front of her for a few times, and nodded: "It's me."

   "Thank goodness you're finally here!"

  The bar is not big, and there is no private room. Shen Qian was so drunk that he would be as soft as mud on the ground as soon as he let go. There was no other way but to drag him into the utility room next to him, where there was a bed to lie down on.

   "... I usually take a nap there, and the sheets and quilts are often changed, and they are very clean." Afraid that Shen Hou would have any objections, he quickly explained.

   "Thank you, please take me there."

   "Okay, this way..."

  Go around the bar, cross the dance floor, turn right at the end, and finally stop in front of a small door.

   "That's right here. The door is unlocked. Go in by yourself. I'm the only one in the store. I have to go to the front to watch. We can't delay too long."

"good."

  The man left quickly, Shen Yu put on the doorknob and pushed it lightly.

  The narrow space is clear at a glance, except for a single bed and a chair, there is no room for other things.

   And Shen Qian, the president of Tangtang Tianshui Real Estate and the CEO of Mingda Group, is lying on the bed at this moment. Because it is too narrow, his long legs can only be slanted on the edge of the bed.

   Eyes closed tightly, cheeks flushed.

  The white shirt that was ironed when he went out was crumpled and put on him. The air was filled with a strong smell of alcohol and cigarettes, mixed with the damp and musty smell of the room, and there was an indescribable depression and decadence.

  Shen Yu walked over and kicked his tense calf: "Get up."

  The man grunted and didn't move.

   "I'll let you get up!" Another kick, this time with seven points of force, and another pointed high-heeled shoe, the man suffered from pain, and his eyebrows suddenly tightened.

  He retracted his legs and wanted to turn over, but because the bed was too small, he never succeeded.

  Such Shen Qian is stubborn and funny, like a child who is aggrieved for not getting his favorite toy.

  Shen Yu was angry and funny, and at the same time showed suspicion.

  Is he really drunk, or fake drunk?

   You must know that in the previous life, Shen Qian never allowed himself to get drunk no matter what kind of wine or dinner he attended.

  Even if others fall, he still maintains his sanity.

  Calm to the extreme, far beyond the scope of prudence, more like a...restraint.

  Drinking so much wine, the body's instinctive reaction is to get drunk, fall down, and talk nonsense. He wants to do this, and his instinct also drives him to indulge, but his super self-control does not allow him to lose his composure in front of others.

  For so many years, Shen Yu has never seen him drunk.

   Such people often have an extremely cold brain and an extremely cold heart.

   Only in this way can one gain absolute control over one's own behavior, even if it is self-forced in a mentally destructive manner, it will not hesitate.

  Shen Qian like this, would he get drunk?

  But after thinking about it, this life cannot be completely equated with the previous life, and besides, coming to a bar to drink in broad daylight is not like his style.

  This kind of behavior has escaped from the definition frame of "Shen Qian" from the very beginning, so "drunk" seems to be nothing strange.

  Shen Hou walked to the bedside, the narrow space gave people an endless sense of crampedness.

  She condescendingly looked at the "drunk man" in front of her, and suddenly said—

   "Whether you're really drunk or pretending to be drunk, it's just this time, never the next time."

  Finally, Shen Yu and the young man worked together to get Shen Qian into the taxi.

   "Hoo—" He breathed a sigh of relief, exhausted enough.

  Shen Wei: "Thank you."

  The man waved his hands, sweating profusely: "You're welcome."

  Shen Yu handed him a hundred dollars.

   "?"

"tip."

  The young man couldn't laugh or cry: "No, it's easy. Besides, have you ever seen a boss who takes tips? It's too cheap cough cough..."

"boss?"

   “I am the waiter-bartender-singer-in-residence and owner of this bar.”

   "..."

  People don't want it, and Shen Wei didn't force it.

  It was already four o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the hotel, Shen Yu directly asked two security guards to carry him in, and left one of them to help him change his clothes by the way.

   Wringing out the hot towel, Shen Yu sent the Buddha to the west and wiped his face clean.

   Then pulled off the quilt and covered it, and made a gesture to leave.

  The next second, someone grabbed her wrist suddenly, she turned her head, and saw the man's eyes closed tightly, drunk and unconscious, but he firmly held her wrist, muttering: "Don't go..."

  Shen Yu's eyes remained unchanged, and he pulled his wrist away from his palm bit by bit. The man seemed to be aware of it during the process, and tightened his strength.

  The woman was unmoved, he exerted force, she also exerted force, and finally broke free.

  She stood by the bed, looking at the man on the bed with complicated eyes. Suddenly, she fixed her eyes, and saw a drop of crystal slowly slipping from the man's closed left eye, and disappeared into the hair along the temple.

  The lips moved, but no sound was made, but the mouth shape was vaguely discernible—

   What he said was: don't go...

  Shen Wei: "When you sober up, you won't say that."

  Patter!

   Pressing the switch, the room darkened, and she closed the curtains before leaving.

   Soon, there was the sound of closing the door.

  In the dimness, the man's eyes were still closed tightly. At this time, the alcohol dissipated, and the blush on his cheeks gradually faded, and was replaced by two bleak paleness.

  Wake up after sleeping, forget everything...

   Shen Yu returned to her room only to find that Shen Qian's cell phone was still in her bag.

  The lock screen pattern comes with the mobile phone from the factory, and there is no unlock password. The page is clean. Except for the built-in APP, the rest are all office software.

  Accidentally touch the "Call History" in the lower right corner with your fingers, the page pops up, and the top one is—

  婠婠.

   Look at the brackets behind... 32!

  When did Shen Qian call her thirty-two times?

  Shen Yu was a little confused.

  Take out your mobile phone, and there is no reminder of the missed call.

   But the shining 32 is not an illusion, so there is only one possibility—

  Shen Qian dialed her number, but hung up quickly before there was a beep waiting sound before the connection.

   A total of thirty-two!

  What the **** is he thinking?

  Shen Yu felt as if she didn't know him anymore. No matter in her previous life or this life, hesitation might still appear on Shen Qian's face, but there was never any entanglement.

  He is cautious and steady, but not indecisive.

   Shen Yu frowned, she didn't like this feeling.

   I don't like it very much!

  …

  Shen Qian slept until seven o'clock in the evening. When he sat up, his head still hurt, but at least he was awake.

  He reached out to grab the bedside table on the left, but missed the phone.

   In the blink of an eye, I saw it on the bedside table on the right, and was slightly taken aback.

  He used to use his left hand when he was a child. He was a left-hander. Although he corrected it later, some small habits remained unchanged. For example, he likes to put small things that weigh his hands, such as mobile phones and tie clips, on the left side of the bedside table.

  So, it must not be him.

  Even when drunk, subconscious habits do not change.

  Then only…

  Shen Yu!

  Knock knock knock—

   There was a knock on the door.

  He lifted the quilt, got out of bed, turned on the light, and then went to open the door.

  I thought it was room service, or the people from Yonglin, but I didn’t expect it to be…

   "Wonderful?"

  Shen Qian paused, in order to make sure it wasn't a hallucination, he blinked hard a few times.

   "Are you sober?" She said lightly.

   "...waking up." After a long time, he answered slowly.

   "It's seven past five, we have fifty-five minutes." She looked at the dial on her wrist.

   "?"

   "At eight o'clock tonight, Yonglin and Mingda will have a signing reception."

  The man's pupils suddenly glowed. If she didn't mention it, Shen Qian would really have forgotten.

  During the meal at noon, the two parties initially signed the agreement, but the formal contract will be finalized at the reception tonight.

"Are you going?" Only now did Shen Qian realize that she was wearing a long evening dress, a charming wine red, simple in style, but hidden in the tailoring, with pleats on the chest, waist, and hips to tighten it. The design has a high slanted side and high slits, and the snow-white thighs are looming.

  The memory still stays in the first time she set foot in Shen's house, she wore a white cotton dress, now the heavy makeup is replaced by light makeup, and the red dress is replaced by a white dress, but it still makes his heart flutter.

  Shen Wei: "One of us is the president of Mingda, and the other is the CEO. Is it appropriate not to go?"

  She can be absent from the bidding meeting, and she can skip the dinner, but she must show up at the reception tonight. This is the best time to win Mingda's face, and of course, it is also a way for her to consolidate her position.

   To put it simply, she doesn't need to run errands and let Shen Qian lead the team to work hard, but she must be present when reaping the fruits of victory.

  Shen Qian could see through what she was thinking at a glance, but he didn't feel angry at all, and even felt inexplicably excited.

  In that drinking game, he was the one who felt sorry for her...

   No amount of compensation and connivance can be overstated.

   At least, she is still willing to ask him for it, just because she is not interested in anything, and he will be useless by then.

   The second update with 3,000 words is here, please ask for a monthly ticket! Please feed the fish!

   The answer to the last question is—A! Brother Zha is really drunk.

   Here comes a new problem:

   At the dinner party, will Liu Ye show up?

   A. Yes; B. No

  (end of this chapter)