The president's beloved dumb wife

Yu Sheng shook his head in confusion.

Xiao dingxun threw up again.

She stood aside, watching him vomit in a mess, and her heart convulsed with pain.

He was so ill that he came out to drink at just one o'clock. Do the Xiao family and Yu Xiaoxiao care about him?

"I'll get the water... Mr. Zhao, please look after the young master." the driver turned back to the car to get the water.

The Mr. Zhao suddenly called her, "Hello, do you have any paper towels?"

Yu Sheng was stunned and hurriedly turned out a paper towel from his bag and handed it to him.

"You can wipe it for him. I can't spare it."

Xiao dingxun was so drunk that he couldn't stand. He leaned half on Zhao Jinxi. He had to ask Yu Sheng for help.

Yu Sheng was holding a paper towel. For a while, she slowly walked over and squatted down next to Xiao dingxun.

He can't spit out anything, but he's still retching.

The ground was in a mess and the smell was very bad, but Yu Sheng seemed unaware of it.

She took out a paper towel. Her fingers trembled and wiped away the dirt from the corners of his lips bit by bit.

He closed his eyes painfully, but she could look at him boldly.

Wipe the corners of his lips clean. Yu Sheng saw that his shirt was also dirty.

She was about to wipe, but the driver had brought back the water and panted to thank her.

Yu Sheng was lost at the bottom of his heart. He was about to get up, but his wrist was suddenly gripped by slender and powerful fingers: "the smell on you..."

Xiao dingxun looked at her blankly for a while, but suddenly smiled: "I'm really drunk."

Xiaoxiao is waiting for him at home. How can he treat an unknown woman as her.

"Jinxi, I want to go home... Xiaoxiao is still waiting for me..."

"Go home well. What has a home and a mouth is different." Zhao Jinxi teased and helped him get on the bus with the driver.

Yu Sheng stood there until the car was far away and he hadn't recovered.

She looked down at her fingertips. When she wiped the corners of her mouth for him just now, several times, her fingertips rubbed his face. Although it was only for a moment, she was also satisfied.

She never envied and envied Yu Xiaoxiao, even if she replaced her as the little princess of the Yu family, even if she was stepped into the mire.

Just at this moment, when she recalled Xiao dingxun's words' I want to go home... Xiaoxiao is still waiting for me 'over and over again, she had to admit that she was really jealous of Yu Xiaoxiao.

The car drove back to Xiao's house, but the small building where Xiao dingxun and Yu Xiaoxiao lived was still dark.

The driver helped him out of the car and whispered to the ushered servant, "where's Miss Yu?"

The servant's face was full of embarrassment: "haven't come back yet..."

Xiao dingxun was a little drunk, but refused to be helped. He stumbled to the main building.

Alcohol made his blood vessels hot and dry, and those uncontrollable irritability began to rage again.

Xiao dingxun pulled off his tie and fell askew on the sofa.

The servant sent the honey water to relieve the wine, but he pushed it away: "Xiaoxiao, where's Xiaoxiao?"

With red eyes, the fierce beast in his blood vessel made him restless and out of control, and kicked over the tea table in front of him.

The servants were too scared to breathe. The housekeeper asked someone to call Yu Xiaoxiao and asked someone to ask Dr. du to come over.

When it was in a mess, Yu Sheng quietly returned to the villa of Xiao's family.

She wanted to go straight back to the storeroom behind the main building, but she was attracted by the movement in the main building.

Yu Sheng quietly walked forward. Across the floor glass window, she saw Xiao dingxun leaning back on the sofa, his forehead wet, his face red, his shirt buttons opened a few, revealing a honey solid chest.

Perhaps it was because he was drunk and uncomfortable. His eyebrows were tightly frowned, and there was a faint color of pain on his face.

Yu Sheng couldn't help but bite his lips gently. Why isn't Yu Xiaoxiao there?

He is so miserable. As his fiancee, shouldn't she take good care of him?

"Young master, you should drink sobering soup first..."

The housekeeper carefully took the sober soup and came forward, but Xiao dingxun brushed it away again, "get out!"

The crowd did not dare to say much, so they quickly bowed their heads and retreated.

Yu Sheng saw Xiao dingxun bending over and vomiting through the window. He couldn't help it any longer. He quietly stepped up the steps and walked to the hall.

She went straight into the kitchen, quickly stewed a bowl of sobering soup, let it cool a little, and then brought it out.

She still covered her face with a scarf and handkerchief, covered most of her face, and went to Xiao dingxun.

He didn't open his mouth, but carefully put down the bowl and took a glass of water to rinse his mouth.

Xiao dingxun felt uncomfortable in his stomach, and his body was more manic and depressed. He subconsciously wanted to wave the water cup in front of him, but he vaguely smelled the familiar aroma in a trance.

He suddenly raised his eyes. In the chaos, he saw the girl whose face was covered by a towel and handkerchief, revealing only a pair of beautiful eyebrows and eyes.

He looked at Yu Sheng for a while, suddenly smiled and opened his mouth: "it's ah Sheng."

He smiled so well that Yu Sheng couldn't help being sad.

She lowered her eyelashes and handed the cup to him again.

She was ready for him to refuse, but unexpectedly, he reached out and took it.

When he rinsed his mouth, Yu Sheng quickly handed him the sobering soup.

Her eyes were clear and clean. She looked at him with expectation. He was a little soft hearted and stretched out his hand again.

The housekeeper brought Dr. Du in and was surprised to see this scene.

Look at Xiao dingxun's face again. There was no sullen look on his face. There was a rare warmth between his eyebrows, and there were waves in his heart.

Yu Sheng saw someone coming and hurriedly took the bowl to the kitchen.

Dr. Du came forward to give Xiao dingxun a pulse, and she quietly withdrew.

Shaoqing, Yu Xiaoxiao also hurried back, and the main building gradually restored calm.

Yu Sheng lay on the small bed and turned out her diary from under her pillow. She turned forward to a folded page. The date on it was seven years ago.