Finally, Xiao Su obeyed the order and left. Before leaving, he cared about Ye Moshen and brought the door to Ye Moshen. The room returned to quiet. Ye Moshen put the wiped towel on the table and pursed his thin lips.

“Crying can solve the problem?”

Chen Qiao's tears continued to flow. He wiped her for a while and then took back his fingers and sneered: "If you don't want to give up, fight back. Tears are the most useless thing in the world."

Although Chen Qiao was drunk, she could vaguely hear someone talking in her ear, but she couldn't hear anything she said clearly, and she felt that her headache was about to explode. In addition to being uncomfortable, she opened her eyes with difficulty, but saw a tall figure walking through the room.

The background is very familiar.

But, who is it?

My eyelids are so heavy, my consciousness is so deep, I close my eyes and fall asleep soon after.

The consequence of the hangover was a headache. When Chen Qiao woke up the next day, his head still hurt. The pain made her sit up with her head covering her head. Seeing the brightness of the room, she slowly calmed down.

Sitting blankly for about ten seconds, Chen Qiao turned around and looked at Ye Moshen's big bed.

He lay there properly, obviously not getting up.

Chen Qiao wanted to grab the phone, but found that the phone was not under the pillow, so she had to get out of bed and tiptoe to the bathroom. When she passed by the table, she realized that the things on it were all her own.

Chen Qiao took a look at the time and realized that it was still very early.

So she went to the bathroom to wash her face and felt that the headache was not that severe.

In the mirror, she had dark circles, pale face, messy hair, swollen eyes. She looked ugly and humble, stretched out her hand to cover her face, a little unbelievable, how could she be like this?

I almost thought it was a ghost, so Chen Qiao pinched his cheeks hard, and made him look bloody when he pinched them red. Then he soaked a towel and applied them to his eyes, so that his eyes were not so swollen.

Seeing that he finally felt a little bit like a human being, Chen Qiao let out a sigh and then walked out of the bathroom again.

When Ye Mo was late in bed, Chen Qiao couldn't help but look at him, and a picture suddenly flashed through his mind, which was a tall figure walking around the room.

Thinking of this, Shenqiao's steps suddenly stood there.

She got drunk last night. Did she have hallucinations? But why was that scene so clear? It seemed that it was him, but

Chen Qiao's eyes fell on the wheelchair beside him.

He has always been in a wheelchair, and she has helped him, obviously he can't use any strength.

Is she drunk and recognized the wrong person? Or is she dreaming?

Chen Qiao rubbed her painful forehead and returned to the bed, planning to sleep for a while.

As soon as she lay down, some scenes broke into Chen Qiao's mind. At the bar, she threw herself into Ye Moshen's arms and hugged his neck, as well as the scene of her hugging him in the car, as well as the scene of kissing in the elevator.

The picture ended here. Although it was broken, it was pieced together before and after, and Chen Qiao could almost guess what was going on.

She was completely Spartan and she lay there and didn't dare to move.

She really drank too much last night, but she didn't expect to do so many things. Was she the same thing in the past? No! She never let her consciousness go away before, and she would cook, take a shower, and then go to bed after she got home.

But why did it last night

Is it because I am too sad? Or do I think Ye Moshen is reliable, so

Chen Qiao's heart was in a mess, her eyes closed, and her mind was in a mess.

Even her random thoughts could not resist the sleeping worms. Chen Qiao fell asleep soon after. When she woke up again, she was woken up by the sounds in the room. She opened her eyes and sat up, and found that Ye Moshen had already gotten up and was washing in the bathroom.

Chen Qiao turned over and pulled the quilt to the top of his head.

I feel no face to see anyone, she did such a shame last night.

Very depressed.

She must wait until he leaves and she gets up again. It is best if the two of them don't meet each other. After making this decision, Chen Qiao finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The bathroom door opened with the sound of a wheelchair rolling.

Chen Qiao opened a small gap and peeked at me, and indeed saw Ye Moshen sitting in a wheelchair.

She said, how could Ye Moshen stand up? She must be because she was drunk or had read the wrong person.

Wait, why was the direction of the wheelchair heading towards her? Chen Qiao suddenly put down the quilt and then lifted the corpse.

"Wake up when you wake up."

Ye Moshen opened his mouth coldly, lay there in a cold manner, pretending not to hear it, and closed his eyes and told himself that she was sleeping.

"Is it embarrassing to know?"

Chen Qiao's body trembled, he knew he was awake?

"Isn't it very good last night?" Ye Moshen continued to ask.

Chen Qiao bit her lower lip, so what if she knew, she just pretended not to know.

After a while, there was no sound outside. Chen Qiao felt strange and quietly poked his head out. There was no one in the place where the wheelchair was just now. Ye Moshen seemed to be leaving.

Chen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief and finally lifted the quilt and came out from it.

She's about to suffocate

After lifting the quilt, Chen Qiao was stunned, because the person she thought she had left was still sitting there, but she had just changed her seat.

The two of them had their eyes facing each other in the air, and the scene was so awkward that it was uncontrollable.

silence

One second or two seconds, Chen Qiao bit his lower lip, and the next second he got up and jumped off the bed and rushed towards the bathroom.

"Because of what happened last night, I have no shame to see someone?"

However, Ye Moshen's words suddenly stopped her steps and Chen Qiao turned around. She had originally planned to escape, but she changed her mind at this moment. After standing still, she tightened her hands silently.

"No."

Chen Qiao bit his lower lip, his eyes fell on Ye Moshen's handsome face, and his red lips moved slightly.

"Thank you for bringing me back last night."

Upon hearing this, Ye Moshen raised his eyebrows and squinted his eyes and looked at her.

"It seems you remember?"

"It's almost the same, probably remember it." Chen Qiao said softly, then reached out and lifted his hair behind his ears, bit his lower lip, as if he was hesitating, and then said for a moment: "I didn't do anything too much last night, did I?"

Those memories are fragmented. She probably knows what happened, but she doesn’t know the rest. For example, what happened after the kiss?

She probably won’t talk to Ye Moshen, right?

While thinking, Ye Moshen's focused gaze fell on her face, so hot that it almost burned a hole in her face. She came to her senses and happened to meet his.

"What's too much?" Ye Moshen sneered: "What do you think?"

Hearing the words, Chen Qiao tightened the corner of his clothes, and was so nervous that his eyelashes trembled: "I probably didn't do anything to you, right?"

She really doesn't know!
Chapter completed!