Yu Wenhao was 70 to 80% drunk tonight and was helped back by Xu Yi.
Yuan Qingling was earlier than him, and he came back just after taking a bath. He sat on the edge of the bed, with his feet on the ground, making a pigeon-toed posture. He raised his hands, smiled and shook his wrist vigorously and said to Yuan Qingling: "Come here.
Hey, come here."
Yuan Qingling walked over with a hot towel to wipe his face. He stretched out his hand and said, "Shake hands."
Yuan Qingling ignored him, spread a hot towel on his face and rubbed it vigorously.
He grabbed her wrist casually, then held her hand firmly and shook it, "Well, be good, lie down next to me, and I'll feed you some meat tomorrow."
When Yuan Qingling heard this, she knew that he had drunk a lot and was treating her like a treasure.
Duobao hid in the corner of the door, whined, and looked at Yuan Qingling pitifully.
Yuan Qingling was sympathized with by Duobao, and couldn't help but laugh out loud, and helped Yu Wenhao take off his outer clothes, "he smelled of wine."
Yu Wenhao grabbed her waist and hugged her, looked at her dreamily, and began to talk nonsense, "Old Yuan, I am happy tonight, do you know why I am so happy?"
"Your brother is getting married!" Yuan Qingling looked at his red eyes and said angrily. He didn't know how much he drank, and his eyes and neck were all red.
"Yeah, have you ever thought about Lao Liu being able to get married? I never dared to dream about it before. His illness is because of me... because of me. He is about to die. If
He's dead..." He held Yuan Qingling's face, feeling a little angry, "Don't shake your head, it will make me dizzy."
Yuan Qingling rubbed his head, "Okay, don't shake, just close your eyes."
"No," Yu Wenhao closed his eyes and immediately opened them again, "I will feel even dizzy if I close my eyes."
He hugged Yuan Qingling and lay down, turned over and pressed her down, spraying all the alcohol next to her ears, and murmured: "If Lao Liu really dies, then I will never be happy in this life.
, I will bear the crime of killing Lao Liu all my life, and my life will be ruined."
He talked about this life several times in a row, and he got choked up at the end of his words, burying his face in Yuan Qingling's ear.
Yuan Qingling knew that he had always felt guilty about King Huai, so he was happier than anyone else when King Huai got married today.
She heard him taking a deep breath next to her ear, thinking that he couldn't hold it in and was about to cry, so she hugged her to comfort her, but she didn't know that the guy sneezed right next to her ear, which was so loud that her eardrums almost pierced.
The sad atmosphere disappeared immediately.
Yu Wenhao stood up, rubbed his nose with one hand, and said aggrievedly: "Your hair makes my nose itchy."
Yuan Qingling also sat up, "As long as you are happy today, I will ask someone to prepare a hangover soup for you. After you drink it, don't take a bath. I will wipe your body."
Yu Wenhao held her hand and stared at her, his eyes full of emotion, "Old Yuan, why do you think you are so good? You cured Lao Liu, the emperor's grandfather, and many people. Why do you feel so good?
So soft?"
Yuan Qingling laughed, "Are you talking nonsense?"
"I'm serious, you are very good." He tilted his head and wanted to use some high-level words to praise Lao Yuan, but his brain was soaked by alcohol and he couldn't think of a suitable one. He just kept emphasizing that it was very good.
Good, very good.
Yuan Qing snorted and stood up, "Yes, I'm fine. I'll go call..."