Xia Jingcheng instructed assistant Wang to turn down the light, and then let people leave.

"You can drive my car back today, and drive it back tomorrow morning."

"I see, Mr. Xia."

Then, with the sound of closing the door, only Chen Yan and Xia Jingcheng gasped in the room.

Chen Yan closed his eyes and frowned, as if he were very uncomfortable.

It's also true that if you've been given so much wine, it's good not to vomit if you can stick to it. How can you not feel uncomfortable.

Originally, he was deliberately trying to toss his words, but looking at the man's frown, he felt inexplicable.

Damn it! This son of a bitch is born to conquer him?!

Xia Jingcheng cursed in a low voice, did not get people to the bedroom upstairs, they randomly placed people on the sofa on the first floor.

Helping Chen Yan take off his coat and tie, Xia Jingcheng's eyes are bright and dark.

In fact, Chen Yan is not so drunk that he is unconscious. After all, taking Xingjiu pills does not have much effect, but at least it has a little effect.

For example, when I entered the door just now, Xia Jingcheng's anger was mixed with but some eyes. Now when I look at him, the mood in his eyes becomes more complicated.

Chen Yan is actually very happy.

This person's mood is all for him.

"Ding -- please ask the male host to make a bowl of awakening wine soup for the host. After the task is completed, the system will reward the host with 5000 task points, and give the host a" thousand cup of non pouring pill ", which will increase personal charm by 5%."

Hearing that the system had given the task, Chen Yan had an idea. He immediately groaned on the sofa, rubbed his forehead, frowned, and said, "my head hurts It's hard It's hard... "

The worries in Xia Jingcheng's eyes were almost overflowing at the moment. Chen Yan saw it in his eyes and was happy in his heart.

It's really pathetic for a man in his mid eighties to lie on a narrow sofa, whining "headache" and suffering on his face.

Xia Jingcheng said in a calm voice, "fuck! I owe you in my last life

With that, he turned and walked toward the kitchen. Chen Yan quietly opened his eyes and looked at him. He took out the phone, hesitated for a moment, and then dialed a phone call.

At such a late hour, the family's aunt must have gone to bed. He refused to let others live in the house, and his aunt left after cooking. It was certainly not appropriate for someone to make a bowl of wake-up wine soup at such a late hour. At this time of the hotel, there will be no delivery. Even if there is, he doesn't mean to let others deliver it at such a late hour. After all, he has been working for a whole day, and he doesn't want to make it difficult for others.

You can only do it yourself.

thought, in C country, this time is still in the daytime. Mrs. Xia should be very idle at this time.

Sure enough, the phone was connected in a short time.

On the other end of the phone came a gentle voice from a woman: "hello? Jing Cheng? If there were no important events, I would not have called mommy for hundreds of years. Is it the sun that comes out in the West today? "

In the face of her mother's ridicule, Xia Jingcheng is quite helpless: "Mom, I have something to do."

"It must be very important for Jing Cheng to call in person?" The summer lady of telephone that end laughs ha ha of way.

Xia Jingcheng took a look at the man lying on the sofa with disordered clothes. He did not naturally take his eyes off. "It's not an important thing. I just want to ask you how to do the sobering soup."

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