Before he knew it, it was daybreak, and Tang Qian also drank all the Louis XIII he had brought back. Except for the smell of alcohol in his mouth, he was very sober.
Tang Qian walked behind Qi Ye, with one hand on the back of his chair and the other on the table. His head was close to Qi Ye, his eyes staring at the computer screen, and said: "It's not done yet? What a shame!"
Qi Ye choked on the smell of alcohol sprayed by Tang Qian, and said with a dark face: "Get out of here, it stinks!"
Tang Qian not only did not leave, but instead moved closer to Qi Ye, humming: "The wine is over. You can work on the computer slowly. I'm going to take a shower and go to bed. Don't call me if it's not life-threatening."
After saying that, he patted Qi Ye on the shoulder, turned around and went upstairs carelessly.
Qi Ye didn't get much results after staying up all night. He was already in a bad mood, and Tang Qian's mouth was full of alcohol, which made him even more irritable. He closed the laptop with a "snap" and stood up. Then he kicked the chair angrily and went upstairs in frustration.
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When Gu Nian woke up, she found that Fu Yanxiao was not around.
She touched the area next to her and found it was cold. She couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. Could it be that Fu Yanxiao waited for her to fall asleep and then went to the study to work overtime?
She glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. It was only after six o'clock. She rubbed her eyes, got out of bed, put on a nightgown and walked out of the bedroom. After thinking about it, she walked towards the study.
"Young mistress, morning."
Uncle Li's voice suddenly sounded behind him. Gu Nian looked back at Uncle Li and saw that he was holding a cup of soup in his hand. He asked strangely: "Uncle Li, why did you make soup so early in the morning?"
Uncle Li sighed, and said with a bit of heartache in his tone: "I see that the light in the study room is always on, and the young master probably hasn't slept all night. Anyway, I get too old and sleep less, so if I can't sleep, I get up to cook for the young master. After a cup of soup, I filtered out all the oil, so I don’t feel greasy when I drink it in the morning.”
Gu Nian pursed her lips and said nothing, her eyes filled with distress.
Uncle Li sighed again, and when he was about to knock on the study door, Gu Nian whispered: "Uncle Li, give me the soup, and I will bring it in."
"Oh, okay." Uncle Li nodded, handed the soup to Gu Nian, then turned and went downstairs.
Gu Nian took a breath and raised her hand to knock on the door. When she heard Fu Yanxiao's voice coming from inside, she pushed the door open and went in.
Fu Yanxiao was sitting in front of the computer. He looked up and saw that the person who came in was Gu Nian. He was stunned for a moment and said, "You got up so early? Why don't you sleep more?"
Probably because he stayed up all night, his voice was lazy and tired, with a bit of hoarseness. When he saw him pinching the center of his eyebrows or pressing his forehead, Gu Nian's heart was filled with distress.
"I just woke up and didn't want to sleep." Gu Nian walked to Fu Yanxiao with his eyes lowered, put the soup on the desk, and said, "Uncle Li stewed the soup and brought it to you."
She glanced at her mobile phone on the other side of the computer desk, connected to the computer by a data cable, and her heart tightened.
