Mother Wang stood outside the door and said, "Miss, this is the soup I made for my uncle to sober up."
"I'm afraid he won't be used to it, so I followed my hometown's recipe and specially added green plums, tangerine peel, and brown sugar. Let him drink it while it's still hot. It will save you a headache the next day!"
Sophie took the soup bowl and sighed: "Mother Wang, you are the only one who treats him as part of the family."
Wang Ma smiled shyly, "Hey, what are you talking about?"
"Last time you brought him to your home, I could see that he was a good, polite boy."
Sophie thanked her and closed the door.
Sitting on the bedside, she struggled to help Zhao Dong up.
He picked up the spoon and blew on it, then fed him carefully.
Zhao Dong just took a few sips and couldn't stand the taste. It was sour, sweet, pungent and spicy. He turned over and wanted to vomit it out.
Sophie scolded, "How dare you vomit!"
Zhao Dong rubbed his forehead and endured it, "It tastes too bad!"
Sophie warned, "That's not okay, it's good for your stomach, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable tomorrow!"
Zhao Dong drank two more sips and then refused to open his mouth again, "Bitter...".
Sophie picked up the soup bowl, took a small sip, then turned to Zhao Dong and kissed him.
Her cheeks were slightly red, "Is it still bitter?"
Zhao Dong licked the corner of his mouth, sour yet sweet, "Come again..."
Sophie glared and said, "You are so beautiful, drink it yourself!"
After finishing the soup, she helped Zhao Dong lie down again.
Zhao Dong felt warm in his stomach, his eyelids were twitching, and he couldn't open his eyes again after closing them, "Where is this?"
Sophie rubbed his forehead and said, "My house, my room."
Zhao Dong held Sophie's hand, "Is it appropriate?"
"Call Wang Meng and ask him to pick me up..."
Sophie asked, "What's inappropriate?"
"Haven't you been thinking about it for a long time? Why are you being pretentious when I let you in today?"
Zhao Dong struggled to say, "Will it... cause you... trouble?"
While speaking, he had opened his eyes.
His eyes were bloodshot, which frightened Sophie and made her feel distressed.
She touched Zhao Dong's hair and said softly: "You can rest assured, no one dares to disturb you as long as I am here!"
Zhao Dong nodded and quickly fell asleep.
Sophie covered him with a quilt, turned on the air conditioner, adjusted it to a suitable temperature, and then gently closed the door.
The moment the door closed, Sophie's momentum changed again!
Just now she was like a virtuous wife, but now she is showing her sharpness!
Not to mention the look, even the tone of voice changed, "Where is Wu Mei?"
Ajun was waiting at the door.
He had rarely seen Sophie in such a state, so he forced himself to explain, "I'm in the study and haven't come out."
"Actually, what happened tonight..."
Sophie ignored it and interrupted: "It's none of your business, I want to hear her explain it to me in person!"
Walk down the stairs slowly.
When she stood at the top of the stairs, her momentum rose again and again, and she asked condescendingly, "Second uncle, I have time now, do you want to go down and chat with you?"
When Su Changming heard this, he was so frightened that his whole body trembled.
Especially when he looked into Sophie's eyes, it was rare to feel guilty!
No one is stupid, anyone with a discerning eye can see that Sophie is holding back a lot of anger at this moment.
I have nowhere to vent my sorrow!
Who would touch her at this time?
Su Changming was stunned for a moment, and then he said, "Second uncle also cares about you. Just know what's appropriate."
"I'm tired. There will be a lot of things in the company tomorrow, so you should go to bed early!"
With that said, he left without looking back.
Su Hao didn't even dare to answer the conversation. He took the car keys and simply hid out.