At eleven o'clock in the evening, Ye Fan returned to the riverside villa with Gongsun Qian wrapped in an air-conditioned blanket.
He carefully placed the woman on the big bed in the bedroom, and softly called a few times: "Sister Qian, Sister Qian."
But Gongsun Qian, who had slept all the way, still didn't respond, muttering like a drunken cat.
Ye Fan pinched her nose gently again, hoping that she could regain some consciousness and put on clothes.
But Gongsun Qian still didn't open her eyes.
She curled up on the snow-white bed, her pretty face as red as an apple.
A look of helplessness flashed across Ye Fan's face, and he brought another quilt to cover her.
He also poured her a glass of warm water.
He had confirmed that Gongsun Qian was fine, so he gave up the idea of acupuncture to wake her up.
Prepare her for a good sleep.
When the water glass reached her lips, Gongsun Qian stretched out her hand to block:
"No more, no more, I want to go home, Master Ye is waiting for me to eat!"
"I'm leaving, I'm leaving..."
She blocked the water glass and struggled hard.
With this movement, the quilt suddenly slipped off, leaving Mark's eyes completely white.
Ye Fan hurriedly put down the water glass, picked up the quilt and wrapped it up: "Sister Qian, there's no need to leave, we're already home."
"This is water, not wine."
"I'm not Han Fala either, I'm Ye Fan."
Ye Fan stabilized the woman's body, picked up the water glass and filled her with more than half of the glass.
After drinking the warm water, Gongsun Qian's head became clearer and she became a little more conscious.
It's just that everything I look at is blurry, and my thinking is half a beat too slow.
She looked at Ye Fan beside her and said casually: "Why do I seem to know you? Have I seen you somewhere?"
Ye Fan couldn't laugh or cry: "Sister Qian, I am Ye Fan."
"Ah, Mr. Ye?"
Gongsun Qian shook her head and looked at the people around her with drunken eyes.
At this time, Gongsun Qian's thinking was still very slow and confused.
She didn't even think about why Ye Fan appeared here by such a coincidence.
Looking at Ye Fan's familiar and peaceful face, Gongsun Qian blushed and asked in a daze:
"Master Ye, why did you appear in my dream? How did you get in?"
"Could it be that I think about it every day and dream about it at night?"
"No, no, I can't think too much about you. It's not good for you or Mr. Song."
"No, this is a dream, not reality. Think about it, touch it..."
Gongsun Qian murmured to herself, a little foolishly: "Even a kiss is just an illusion."
"Sister Qian, stop talking. You are not dreaming, you are just drunk."
Ye Fan felt helpless when he heard this: "Lie down and rest."
"Master Ye, I actually like you. I started to have a crush on you when you healed my legs."
Gongsun Qian ignored Ye Fan's advice, but instead pulled her to express her feelings:
"Especially when I see you and grandpa practicing medicine together in Jinzhilin and getting unanimous praise from the neighbors..."
"I just thought, it would be great if we were a family."
"During the day, you and grandpa treat people at the hospital, and I'll help you at the hospital."
"After closing the door at night, you and grandpa will check the medicines, and I will cook for you in the backyard."
"I will cook you three dishes and one soup every day, warm a pot of osmanthus wine, and then the whole family will have a happy meal."
"Working at sunrise and resting at sunset, you don't need to be rich or noble, being ordinary is enough."
"I can also plant a loquat tree in Jin Zhilin's backyard."
"This way when I leave, you won't be too lonely, and you can still say to others your love..."
"There is a loquat tree in the garden. My wife planted it when she was young. Now it is as tall as a canopy."
"For me, no matter how big a CEO is, I can't be as satisfied as being your little woman."
"For me, no matter how big the country is, it is not as important as Jin Zhilin where you and I are."
"It's a pity that meeting the right person at the wrong time is doomed to be a kind of helplessness."
"You already have Mr. Song. Mr. Song is so good to me and you are so good to me. I can't destroy you."
"This is also the reason why I ran to Longdu and Xia Kingdom without saying a word."
"I want to stay far away from you, so that I won't think about you or have any inappropriate thoughts."
“This is called out of sight but out of mind!”
Gongsun Qian joked and laughed, but there was a trace of tears in his eyes as he smiled.
Ye Fan's body trembled slightly, he wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.
He never thought that Gongsun Qian had a different feeling for him. He always thought that it was the relationship between brother and sister and friend.
Looking at the crying woman, Ye Fan's eyes softened and he reached out to touch her pretty face:
"Sister Qian, I'm sorry."
He could take care of Gongsun Qian and give her a kingdom, but he couldn't give her an emotional home.
Just like Kim Ji-won, she can only wait for the afterlife, no, the afterlife of the afterlife.
Gongsun Qian reached out and blocked Ye Fan's lips:
"Don't say you're sorry, even in your dreams. This will make me feel hopeful."
"This will revive the ideas I had so hard to kill."
"You can be unbridled if you like it, but you can only restrain yourself in love."
After finishing speaking, Gongsun Qian was so drunk that she couldn't help but sway twice and plopped towards the bed.
"Sister Qian, be careful!"
Ye Fan's strong hands had already grasped Gongsun Qian's shoulders.
Then he slowly lowered her to the bed.
Smelling the familiar scent coming from Ye Fan, Gongsun Qian hugged him without hesitation.
At the same time, he bit his neck very passionately.
"If I can't love in reality, why don't I be allowed to be more presumptuous in my dreams?"
Gongsun Qian couldn't remember what happened next.
But in a daze, I seemed to be in pain, crying, screaming...
Then, she had a dream, a dream like a fairy tale.
She dreamed that Ye Fan appeared next to her and kept holding her and caressing her.
And she also hugged Ye Fan and poured out her heart, and finally pushed Ye Fan to the ground and kissed him wildly.
In her dream, Gongsun Qian still felt like she was in another world.
She felt as if something had changed in herself, but she couldn't tell what was different.
She also heard the sound of the crashing waves coming from a distant place.
Gongsun Qian couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality, and she didn't want to tell. She just hoped it would be like this...
A dream is always a dream, and you have to wake up eventually.
The next morning, the sun rose early and shone on Gongsun Qian's eyes through the window.
Gongsun Qian instinctively closed her eyes, then tilted her head slightly to avoid the glare.
The colorful dreams in my mind receded.
Gongsun Qian finally woke up from her hangover.
Although her head was still a little dizzy, the dream still impacted Gongsun Qian's memory.
Gongsun Qian couldn't help but close her eyes, carefully recalling the beautiful dream, and her breathing became rapid again...
She was greedy for last night's dream.
"Sister Qian, are you awake?"
At this moment, the door was pushed open.
Ye Fan walked in and said with a smile: "I woke up just in time. I made breakfast. You can take a shower and eat quickly."
Ye Fan?
Gongsun Qian was immediately startled.
Aren't you at Han Fala's house?
But in Ye Fan's Jiangbie Villa?
Wasn’t last night’s dream a lie?
Gongsun Qian is like a rabbit hit by an arrow, jumping three feet high.
Then he wrapped himself in a quilt and buried it inside.
She opened a gap in the quilt and saw Ye Fan's figure.
Gongsun Qian asked weakly: "Ye Fan, what's wrong with me?"
"You got drunk last night with Han Fala and the other sisters."
Ye Fan smiled gently and replied: "I went over to take you back."
"You will take me back?"
Gongsun Qian looked down and said again: "Where are my clothes?"
Ye Fan smiled: "I guess you drank too much and you felt hot, so you took off your clothes."
"How could this happen? How could this happen? Damn it, how could I be drunk?"
Gongsun Qian blushed and shouted:
"Ye Fan, did I do anything inappropriate last night?"
She remembered that she said a lot and did a lot of happy things last night, and she was worried that Mark would see it all.
"No, you were drunk and fell asleep when you came back."
Ye Fan smiled: "Nothing happened, and I didn't talk in my sleep."
Hearing Ye Fan's response, Gongsun Qian was not relieved.
She knows that Ye Fan is a good person and is used to taking care of other people's emotions.
While secretly checking her body, she bit her lip and said to Mark:
"Master Ye, no matter what happened last night or not, I don't need you to be responsible."
"Because everything was my fault for being drunk."
"If there are no accidents, just treat last night as a dream and a good memory."
"If I have your child, I will not abort him, nor will I restrain you. I will raise him well by myself."
"I will never ruin the relationship between you and Mr. Song."
Gongsun Qian only hopes that she can be Ye Fan's happiness, not the constraint or pain.
"Silly girl, you think too much, nothing happened!"
Ye Fan heard this and walked over, stroked her hair and sighed secretly:
"You are deeply in love with me, how could I possibly hurt you in the slightest?"
Seeing that Ye Fan was fine and that his body was not abnormal, Gongsun Qian was relieved, but also felt a little disappointed.
She was relieved because the two of them remained innocent, and she didn't have to feel guilty for hurting Ye Fan and Song Hongyan.
The disappointment is that I don’t even have the chance to have a ‘play on the spot’ with Ye Fan in this life.
However, she quickly regained her composure and called the company's driver, Zhang Decheng, to take her to work.
Ye Fan made an excuse that he had nothing to do today and followed Gongsun Qian to Qianfeng Group.
He also directly gave three bodyguards a day off to rest.
Soon, the driver Zhang Decheng drove over in a white commercial vehicle.
