The bun responded the fastest, "I'll go to bed right away."

The three ran away in a row, and the dumplings were not willing to fall behind. It depends on who can rush to do it first.

Yuan Qingling's head was buzzing, and she didn't feel dizzy just now. She was very dizzy and her temples were still a little bit pounding and painful. She fell on the bed, almost unable to think. A heavy feeling came again, as if she was about to faint again.

She patted her head, trying her best to stay awake, hoping that Lao Wu would come back soon and talk about it later when she could meet her.

However, he was unable to defeat the darkness and his eyes slowly closed. I don’t know if he fell asleep or fell into a coma.

Yuwenhao and Xu Yi returned to the mansion at the hour of the 19th. Tang Yang was not sleeping and was guarding outside. Seeing Xu Yi helping Yuwenhao back, he knew he was drunk again and couldn't help but complain, "How can you get drunk tonight?"

Xu Yi, don’t you watch a little?"

“Can you see it?

How many people came to toast? Gu Si and General Hu blocked a lot, otherwise they would be even more drunk."

Xu Yi was also top-heavy and he drank a lot.

"Oh, help me back first, I'll ask someone to cook sobering soup."

Tang Yang went there quickly.

Xu Yi helped Yuwenhao back to Xiaoyue Pavilion and threw it on the Arhat's bed, "Master, you sleep by yourself, I'm going out to vomit..." He ran out like an arrow, and not long after, a sound came, which was so miserable.

Yu Wenhao was not completely drunk, but his head was dizzy and he barely struggled, "Oh, I'll wash Lao Yuan's hair tonight."

Luya and Man'er came in to serve him. After hearing this, Qiluo hurriedly said, "No need, wash it, my husband, stand firm... Man'er, get the spittoon soon, I'm going to vomit."

Man'er immediately ran over and took the spittoon. Yu Wenhao took it with him and hugged it in his arms. The discomfort in his stomach was really terrible. He was about to surge up and couldn't vomit it out.

"Everything...no need to serve!"

He mumbled.

"I pour you a glass of water!"

Man'er ran over and poured a cup of hot water in a hurry. Yu Wenhao took it and held Man'er's shoulder with one hand. His face turned red like Guan Gong, and his eyes were blurred. "Stand for me, don't shake it, my eyes were blurred."

Man'er was amused and crying, "Sister Qiluo, why don't you help me sleep in the next room first."

"Okay, don't bother with the Crown Princess!"

Qiluo said.

Yu Wenhao dropped the cup with a clang, and walked towards the bed shakingly, "No... I'm going to go out, I'm going to sleep."

He flew off his shoes, fell down and then slapped the quilt, muttering, "Be careful, don't hurt the child."

He turned his head and reached out to hug Yuan Qingling. After this movement, Yuan Qingling naturally woke up and stared at him with his eyes, "Drunk?"

This sudden sound scared Yu Wenhao so much that he screamed, jumped up on the bed, jumped onto the table together, and slipped onto the ground, the table fell to the side and fell on the chair, and the chair then fell down and pressed directly on his body.

He waved his hands and feet, like a hairy crab stuck in his arms, trying hard to get up. His dark eyes kept looking at the bed, but his vision was blocked by the table, so he was so angry that he kicked hard.

After a while, Man'er and Qiluo were stunned for a while, they sighed and came over to help move away. He jumped up, and Yuan Qingling was already standing in front of him barefoot.

The long hair was hanging down, the plain loose robe covered the big belly and poop-like body, and the barefoot was slightly apart, and it suddenly appeared in front of Yu Wenhao like a bulky penguin.

Yu Wenhao slapped himself in the head, looked at her closely, blinked his eyes, and murmured: "Oh my God, I'm really drunk tonight."

Yuan Qingling sighed and reached out to help him, "Is it a skill to drink?"

Do you want to die?"

Yuwenhao looked at the slender five fingers on his arm, then at Yuan Qingling's pale and clean face. The light and shadow kept beating and rotating in front of him. He murmured with Yuan Qingling to the side of the bed, and suddenly turned back to look at Man'er and Qiluo, "Can you see her?"

Man'er and Qiluo had enough of the drunk man's dementia and said in unison: "Master, we are not blind!"

Yuan Qingling's wrist was suddenly held by his iron-plied fingers. When his eyes turned black, he was pushed into his arms. The solid chest hit her nose, causing tears to flow out. It was okay, he held it tightly, not letting it go at all. She couldn't even breathe, and even her stomach was tender. The drunk man was very strong and his brain was still slow, so she could only struggle hard to beat his back.

Yuwenhao's reason and nerves, who were anesthetized by alcohol, finally came back. He hugged her and felt a sense of reality. The vacancy in his heart these days was filled with an instant.

His lips fell to her ears, hair and forehead, with tears in their burning spirits, and whimpered, "If you don't wake up, I'll go crazy."

Yuan Qingling grabbed his hair and pulled it hard, finally getting a gap of space to inhale in big breaths, gritting his teeth and saying, "If you don't let go, I will be suffocated to death by you."

Yu Wenhao was stunned for a moment, immediately let go of his hand, looking at Yuan Qingling's red face and breathing heavily, and realized that he had used a lot of effort just now, feeling distressed and guilty, and quickly apologized, stroking Yuan Qingling's back to help her calm her breath, "I'm sorry, sorry, I'm so excited to see you woke up."

"Didn't Lao Jiu tell you that I woke up?"

Yuan Qingling felt the pain in her chest disappear, and she stared at him with wide eyes. It was really, this person was very romantic. She thought that after his first meeting after she went out of a coma, she must have been full of affection, but she almost died in his hands.

Yu Wenhao turned his head. No wonder Lao Jiu kept yelling at him tonight, but the crowds of people were filled with wine. Who knows what ball he was yelling at?

Wouldn't you come over to have a private chat?

His face suddenly became stern, and he was so angry that he cursed, "Old Jiu knew it long ago?"

Why didn't he tell me?

This kid was ungrateful. If I had known it, how could he have drunk alcohol?

I'll definitely be back soon."

Tang Yang just came in with the sober soup. He heard him scolding him and was very organized and said, "Master, it seems that there is no need to drink this sober soup, and he is awake."

He put the sobering soup on the table and raised his hand, "Girls, let's retreat, there is no need to serve here."

Qiluo and Man'er covered their mouths and walked out with Tang Yang with a smile, and closed the door considerately.

Yu Wenhao half-squatted down in front of Yuan Qingling, looked at her quietly. He woke up most of the time and his head was still a little dizzy. His soul might not be in his body, and at least part of it floated into the air, because he still had too much unreality and everything was very dreamy.

He held her hands on his face, her hands were very warm, pressed against his cold face, and his heart felt sad, "Are you really awake?"

Yuan Qingling looked at him with gentle eyes, rubbed his fingers gently on his face, and wiped the wetness in the corners of his eyes without any trace. Her separation was for nearly half a year before he set out on the war.

This man has become a bond between her heart and soul, and has been rooted domineeringly in her heart.
Chapter completed!