An Lan was at Xu Hai's restaurant that night, and Xu Hai cooked some of his specialty dishes. The three of us, who had never met each other before, got together and started drinking.
It is said that there is no overlap, but in fact the three of us can find some things in common.
For example, An Lan, despite her glamorous appearance, is actually under a lot of pressure every day, and she has to be wary of Yang Yong all the time.
Not to mention Xu Hai, he is like me, his wife and children are separated, and he is alone.
So the three of us drank a little too much during this meal. An Lan didn't seem to be a good drinker, so she got drunk after just one glass of osmanthus wine made by Xu Hai.
He was originally sitting upright on the chair, but slowly he lay down on the table.
Seeing that she was drunk, Xu Hai and I didn't drink any more and decided to get her back first.
But I don’t know where An Lan lives, and it doesn’t seem appropriate to send her back to the hotel where she works.
Because if her colleagues saw her or misunderstood, she would not be able to explain clearly.
While An Lan was in a daze, I asked her for her opinion, and she told me a place name, which turned out to be Palm Springs, a famous wealthy area in Chongqing.
Of course I was also drunk and couldn't drive, so I had to call a driver and take her back to the Palm Springs community.
Because she didn't tell me the specific address, the driver stopped at the gate of the community.
An Lan had fallen asleep in the back seat, and her breathing was very gentle, like a baby.
I couldn't bear to wake her up, but I still called her: "An Lan, wake up... Which building do you live in specifically?"
An Lan woke up in a daze, glanced out of the car window, opened the door and got out of the car without saying anything.
I also hurriedly got out of the car and asked her, "Why are you going?"
"I'm home, go home..."
Before she finished speaking, she felt something was wrong. She turned around twice and said, "Where is this? This is not my home!"
I looked at her speechlessly and said, "Didn't you say you live here?"
"No, no...I, I don't live here..." An Lan said unclearly.
After saying that, he suddenly lay down on the front hood of the car.
She seemed to use the hood of the car as a bed and slept on it peacefully.
At first glance, I found this posture to be surprisingly provocative.
No wonder so many models like to stand close to the front of the car when taking pictures. Women and luxury cars are so compatible.
After running the car for so long, the front cover of the car was naturally a little hot, so I quickly went to pull her up.
But she waved her hand towards me, looking very impatient, and said: "Don't touch me, I'm going to bed, you go! Don't forget to close the door..."
Looking at her confused look, I just felt funny. This woman usually looks extremely dignified, but now she looks like a crazy woman.
I continued to pull her, and then said: "Open your eyes and see, is this your home?"
"Why, why not... This is my bed, so warm..."
As she said that, she changed from lying down to lying on the front cover of the car, with her legs hanging naturally in front of the car.
This posture is even more sultry, and even makes people feel like they want to dominate her immediately.
I didn't know how to persuade her, but when I was stunned, she suddenly sat up on the hood of the car, and then opened her eyes.
I thought she suddenly woke up, but she staggered to the side of the road and vomited directly.
She just had one drink and that's all. It seemed like she really couldn't drink.
I couldn't stand it any longer, so I went to her car to get some tissues and started acting like a father and a mother. Later, I was afraid that she would fall, so I had to hold her and support her.
When she was exhausted from all the tossing, I carried her into the passenger compartment and finally fell into a deep sleep.
It was already past twelve o'clock at night, and I was exhausted from all the hard work. If I had known this, I shouldn't have let her drink.
Now I won’t leave, and it won’t be okay if I don’t leave.
I don’t know if her family lives in Palm Springs, but it’s already at the entrance of the community, and I can’t get in.
Until the security guard at the door realized something was wrong here, he came over and asked what was going on?
I pointed at An Lan, who I put in the passenger seat, and asked, "Do you know her? She said she lives here."
The security guard lowered his head and glanced at An Lan in the passenger seat. He was stunned for a moment and nodded: "I know you. She is the owner of our community. What's going on?"
I felt relieved. It seemed that An Lan really lived here. She was indeed a rich woman!
You know, when I was so rich, I didn’t dare to buy a house here.
There are all single-family villas here, and they are not cheap.
An Lan is just a vice president, how rich is he?
Then the security guard asked me who I was?
I had to say that he was An Lan's assistant, because if I said he was a friend, then I wouldn't know where An Lan lived?
The assistant is at least a little better, and it's normal to not know where the boss lives.
But the security guard still asked me to take out my ID card and allowed me to enter after registering.
I was almost sober now. I didn’t drink much to begin with, so I just drove in.
There is a wide square in the community with a giant fountain, sculptures, and tall palm trees.
Everything is full of exotic style, this is the rich area!
I drove along the driveway beside the square, found the villa that the security guard just mentioned, and drove directly to the door of the villa.
After stopping the car, I opened the passenger door, patted An Lan lightly and said, "An Lan, we're home, get out of the car quickly."
An Lan didn't respond, as if he was drunk and unconscious.
This woman knew she couldn't drink, so why did she drink such a big glass!
I shook my head helplessly, and had no choice but to reach out and lift her out of the passenger seat, and then used my own body to support her boneless body.
"Open your eyes and see if this is your home?" I tried calling her again.
This time she finally opened her eyes and responded vaguely, and then I asked her where was the key?
She replied confusedly: "Fingerprint...enter..."
I lowered my head and glanced at the fingerprint lock on the door, then took her hand and pressed it.
The door clicked open. I used my mobile phone to illuminate it and turned on the light switch. Suddenly the whole room lit up.
The layout and decoration of the room are all light and luxurious, with blue and white as the main colors, and a European-style blue spiral connecting the upper and lower rooms.
After all his efforts, he got An Lan upstairs, turned on the light in her bedroom, and threw her onto the big bed.
A woman who looks like a cat becomes as dead as a pig when she is drunk.
Panting, I walked along the edge of the bed, sat down on the floor, and then looked around the whole room with a hint of curiosity.
I thought to myself that she was just a deputy general manager of a hotel, how could she have so much money to buy a single-family villa in Palm Springs? This house probably wouldn't be worth even 10 million.
You know, I used to be considered rich, but I really don't dare to buy a house here. I heard that the annual property management fees are ridiculously high.
Simply put, it is impossible to buy a house here without assets exceeding 100 million.
When I was thinking about this, An Lan suddenly murmured: "Don't... don't leave me! Don't..."
I turned around suddenly and looked at An Lan...
She turned over and lay on her side on the big bed facing me, holding a large pink pillow in her arms as if she was holding a person.
Her eyes were still tightly closed, her face was covered by the scattered hair, and her expression could not be seen.
My eyes fell on her body. She was wearing a short skirt today, and her delicate white skin shone in the orange light of the bedroom...