Chapter 388: If you drink too much, you should have a stomachache
Love, if not everything, is nothing. Love can modify your words, deeds and soul bit by bit, instead of being cautious and trembling to please the other person, or worrying about that person's change of heart all day long. Love
It is an equal exchange without the need for too many apologies and explanations.
The morning sun is always a little cautious.
The light shines on people's faces with a bit of refreshment.
I opened my eyes hazily.
I found myself lying on the bed, wearing loose pajamas.
When I lift the quilt, I feel warm all over my body.
Last night I vaguely remember lying on the stage drinking. I have no memory after that.
I got out of bed barefoot and walked to the hall. There was still half a bottle of whiskey that I had not finished drinking last night on the table. It was golden in color and exuded an alluring fragrance.
As if being tempted, I walked over and wanted to drink more. Before my hand even touched the bottle, someone took it away.
I looked at the people behind me and I wasn't surprised at all.
"When did you come back? Are you finished with the company's work?"
Mu Shiqin shook the bottle, turned around and put it at an arm's length away from me. "You asked me to come back last night. Have you forgotten?"
"Me?" I scratched my disheveled hair. "When? Why don't I remember calling you?"
Mu Shiqin shook his head in a funny way and grabbed my cell phone that I dropped on the ground. "You called me last night, crying and shouting for me to come back. If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself."
I grabbed my phone and checked the call history. Oh, they were all Mu Shiqin’s numbers.
However, I have no impression at all.
I curled my lips and muttered, "Come back when I tell you."
He reached out to grab the remaining half bottle of whiskey.
Mu Shiqin took my hand first and coaxed softly, "Stop drinking. If you drink too much, your stomach will hurt. I asked the nanny to make your favorite soup. You go and drink some to warm your stomach."
Looking at his full and affectionate blue eyes, I pouted and said nothing.
He lowered his head and tugged at his baggy pajamas and asked softly, "Did you change my clothes?"
Mu Shiqin frowned and smiled evilly, "Otherwise, who else do you want to change it for you?"
I shook my head and said nothing.
"Last night, your clothes were all wet. You just hugged the bottle and lay on the stage. You cried and said it hurt."
"I said it hurt?" I looked at him in surprise. Why didn't I remember?
"That's right." Mu Shiqin nodded, "I don't know where your pain is. I just remember that your stomach is not good. So, I force-fed you a few stomach medicines, stripped you naked and threw you in the
."
I held my stomach and felt warm there. In comparison, the left atrium was cold.
I think that pain must be the moan deep in my soul.
After all, there is only one word that can express all my pain.
Sitting at the dining table, I looked at the crucian carp soup in the bowl. There were light green chopped green onions floating on it.
I took a brief sip, nodded, and sighed, "Your cooking skills have improved. It's not that bad."
Mu Shiqin was startled and coughed twice, "Eat yours! Stop talking nonsense."
I raised my eyebrows, looked at him and smiled, "The nanny never comes until after ten o'clock. Because I get up at that time every day! Next time I lie, it's better to find a more credible reason. For example, I'm upstairs.
I bought it from the restaurant. What do you think?"
"Damn it!" Mu Shiqin cursed in a low voice, "You really talk a lot!"
Seeing his awkward look, I felt so relaxed for the first time.
Maybe, this is what love looks like, as simple as rice, rice, vinegar and tea.