"Yancheng, stop drinking. If you drink any more, you will get drunk."
Wen Sihe wanted to stop him and looked at Xie Feng and the quiet Qin Bohuai.
"You two should just talk, don't let me persuade you alone."
Xie Feng was still requesting songs on the side, and his tone was very cold, "I have never been out of love, so I can't understand it. Just let him drink a few drinks and get drunk."
Of the four people present, not one had ever been in love.
Not to mention Qin Bohuai, he is too busy.
Wen Sihe, on the other hand, fell in love with someone beautiful and clean, regardless of whether she liked it or not, they were just using each other anyway.
Only Fu Yancheng, who seemed the most indifferent, could actually dive in head first.
So Wen Sihe ignored it and watched Fu Yancheng drink three bottles in succession.
After it was over, he was responsible for sending people back.
"I'm going to Shanxiao."
Fu Yancheng leaned back in his chair and said this, looking blankly ahead.
"That was her and I's wedding room."
Wen Sihe knew where Shan Xiao was, so he drove over without hesitation.
When we arrived there, it was already one o'clock in the middle of the night.
He rang the doorbell at the gate and sent a message to Sheng Mian.
[Penny, Yancheng is drunk and is clamoring to find you. He is at the gate of Shanxiao now. I left it here and you can figure out what to do. 】
After sending the message, Wen Sihe really left Fu Yancheng at the gate and drove away.
Fu Yancheng stood alone against the wall, while Liu Qiong, who received the news, quickly came out with others.
Fu Yancheng was completely drunk, but he still remembered the way in.
The two bodyguards did not dare to neglect and helped him into the house.
Liu Qiong went upstairs and knocked on Sheng Mian's door.
Sheng Mian had just fallen asleep, and her voice sounded a little lazily after waking up, "What's wrong?"
"Ms. Sheng, Mr. Fu is here, and he's drunk."
Sheng Mian thought she heard wrongly. She took out her mobile phone and saw the message from Wen Sihe. She frowned and told Liu Qiong.
"Throw it out."
Liu Qiong was a little embarrassed.
Downstairs, Fu Yancheng was lying on the sofa, the ends of his eyes were red from the alcohol, and his stomach was churning.
Sheng Mian went downstairs in her pajamas. When she saw him, she signaled to the two bodyguards next to her.
"Send him to Yujingyuan. Someone will take care of him there."
The two bodyguards rushed to help Fu Yancheng, but Fu Yancheng's eyes suddenly became sharp and said, "Get out."
His identity was displayed here, and no one dared to approach him for a while.
Sheng Mian took a deep breath and walked closer.
"Mr. Fu, what on earth are you going to do?"
Fu Yancheng raised his head and looked at her blankly, thinking he was hallucinating.
Then he reached out and hugged Sheng Mian's waist.
"Don't drive me away."
Sheng Mian pushed, but didn't push.
Only then did she realize that Fu Yancheng was still having a fever, and it was burning hot.
She put her palm on his forehead and quickly asked Liu Qiong to get antipyretic medicine.
"Call the doctor over again. He has a fever."
Fu Yancheng hugged her waist and closed his eyes when he realized that she no longer resisted.
He was really drunk, all he knew was that he held her tightly with both hands, leaned his side against her belly, and refused to let go.
"Fu Yancheng, where do you feel pain?"
Hearing Sheng Mian's question, he quickly said in a hoarse voice, "My back, my back hurts."
Sheng Mian immediately took off his suit and unbuttoned his shirt one by one.
It turned out that there was blood on his shirt and the injury on his back had become inflamed.
Was he whipped by Grandpa Fu? When was this whipped?
The wounds were not properly treated and now some places are swollen.
No wonder he said his back hurts.
Liu Qiong, who came over with antipyretic medicine, saw this scene and screamed in fright, "What's going on, Mr. Fu?"
Sheng Mian's face was also a little solemn, and it would be troublesome if he got tetanus by then.
She took the antipyretic medicine and wanted to stuff it into Fu Yancheng's mouth, but he turned his head away and pressed his forehead tightly against her stomach.
Sheng Mian tried her best but couldn't push the person away, and she felt a little discouraged.
"Take the medicine first."
Fu Yancheng only felt that there was a vague figure in front of him, but he couldn't see clearly who it was, but the familiar scent made him feel at ease.
"Sleep?"
"Um."
Sheng Mian stuffed the antipyretic medicine into it, but he spat it out again.
"Let me burn to death."
After saying this, he fell directly on the sofa, with sweat on his forehead.
This chapter has been completed!