Loving a virtuous wife: The president of the milk dog stands aside

Meng Meili looked at Song Qingyin like this and it was not good for her to go home alone.

"Where is your home? I'll take you back." Meng Meili was still grateful to this person who saved her life.It's just that she still doesn't know where to send Song Qingyin.

"No, I can do it myself." At first she thought she was sorry for Shao Tingxun, but now she suddenly realized that she was the fool.

Song Qingyin pushed Meng Meili's outstretched hand away, and limped forward. This embarrassed look greeted passers-by who turned around frequently.

But no one came forward to ask.

Meng Meili could tell that Song Qingyin looked very gentle, but in fact she was very stubborn. If she really didn't want to accept his help, she would ignore her kindness no matter what.

So she had no choice but to silently follow behind Song Qingyin. Song Qingyin's pace was slow but firm.

There is a bar in front of it, it is daytime, the place looks very deserted, and there are almost no people, but it does not mean that it is not open now.

Song Qingyin stood at the door of a bar named Mei Se, and she stood for a while before she walked in firmly.

After drinking this time, forget it completely, anyway, I am redundant, Song Qingyin thought.

Meng Meili looked at Song Qingyin's back disappearing in front of the bar, and felt distressed. It's easier to get drunk when she's in a bad mood. Song Qingyin is so good-looking, so if something goes wrong, it won't be good.

So she followed Song Qingyin in, it was very dark inside, and if it was not because she followed Song Qingyin in, she would not be able to keep up with Song Qingyin's pace.

"Boss, let me have a glass of the strongest wine here." This is Song Qingyin's first visit to this kind of place. Just now she stood at the door for a long time because of fear, but in the end, the desire to escape overcame her heart.

"I'm not the boss." The bartender mixed a glass of wine for Song Qingyin.

"Oh." Song Qingyin didn't even feel embarrassed, she responded in a low voice, lowered her head but couldn't help thinking of that bastard Shao Tingxun.

"Miss, your wine." Most of the guests who came here during the day did not come to relax their fatigue, they were more to vent their pain.

"Thank you." Song Qingyin picked up the wine and poured it into her stomach like drinking water, which made the bartender standing aside and watching a little stunned.

"Miss, you can't drink like this."

"Why can't it work?" Song Qingyin's capacity for drinking was originally not good enough, but now after drinking a glass of spirits, her entire stomach seemed to be on fire, it was burning hot, and her head was also dizzy.

"Miss, you're drunk." The bartender looked at this ethereal and beautiful girl and knew that she didn't come to the bar often, at least her aura didn't match the decadence here.

"No, have another drink."

"You're really drunk."

"You lie, you're drunk... Why do I still remember that bastard Shao Tingxun when I'm drunk?"

"Miss, you really can't drink anymore." The bartender also noticed the three words in Song Qingyin's mouth, glanced at Song Qingyin, shook his head and made a phone call.

Seeing Song Qingyin, Meng Meili had really started to lose her mind, at least Song Qingyin who was awake would not sit in front of strangers and express her inner feelings like now.

"Let's go back, ah."

"Who are you?" Song Qingyin pushed away Meng Meili's hand that was supporting her arm, her eyes were blurred and her cheeks were flushed.

Meng Meili felt that her temper was really too good, she didn't have many friends, but when she met Song Qingyin, she felt that this person was very suitable for her, but Song Qingyin seemed simple, but she was very defensive.

For example now.

"I am your good friend."

"You lie, I don't have good friends, no, I don't have friends."

"Okay, I'm really your good friend. You don't remember, but you saved me that day." Meng Meili coaxed Song Qingyin like a child.

Song Qingyin didn't know if she had had enough trouble, her neck drooped slightly and she looked extremely sleepy.

So Meng Meili coaxed and deceived Song Qingyin back to her home.

She is a lawyer and has a good reputation in the industry, but because of the last time she hit a client, she has almost no jobs now.

Meng Meili supported Song Qingyin and threw her on her bed. Her home was not very big, about [-] square meters, but she was very satisfied with the decoration.

"Shao Tingxun, you liar." Song Qingyin didn't know if she was asleep, and kept swearing. Although Meng Meili couldn't hear what she was saying, she probably heard that she was swearing.

She took off her high heels without complaint, went to make sober soup for Song Qingyin, and even wet a towel to wipe Song Qingyin's face. She never thought that one day she would take care of someone like this.

"Song Qingyin, if you wake up and don't tell me who my real son is, I will bite you to death."

But it is impossible for someone who has been intoxicated by alcohol to answer her.

Song Qingyin slept until the afternoon before waking up faintly. She opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar decorations around her. Thinking of every experience of getting drunk before, she couldn't help but tremble in her heart. She lowered her head and glanced at the clothes she was wearing properly. clothes before he breathed a sigh of relief.

But even at this time, she still had a glimmer of expectation just now, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Are you awake?" Meng Meili opened the door when she heard the movement of the bedroom and came in, and saw Song Qingyin sitting on the bed with a dazed expression.

"Thank you for taking me back to your home." Seeing Meng Meili, Song Qingyin's expression went blank for a moment, but soon she remembered the woman she had saved before. The red dress like a red rose made Song Qingyin It didn't take long to connect her with the woman.

"It doesn't matter, this is what should be done." Whether it's because she wants to make friends with Song Qingyin, or because Song Qingyin saved her once, she can't just throw Song Qingyin in that kind of place.

"Okay, let's drink the hangover soup."

"Thank you." Song Qingyin took the bowl of black hangover soup that Meng Meili handed over. I don't know where Meng Meili got the Chinese herbal medicine. It looks ugly and dark, and it smells bad smelly.

Song Qingyin couldn't help feeling sick from her stomach.

"What's the matter with you, this hangover soup won't work if it's cold."

"Oh." Seeing Meng Meili's expectant look, Song Qingyin couldn't refuse, she pinched her nose and downed the bowl of hangover soup that Meng Meili had made.

But after only drinking half a bowl, the uncomfortable feeling in my stomach could not be suppressed at all.

She put down the bowl, her face was ugly: "The bathroom."

"That." Meng Meili only made one movement, and Song Qingyin rushed out like an arrow from the string, vomited in the toilet in a daze.

"Are you okay?" Meng Meili saw Song Qingyin vomit in pain, as if she wanted to spit out all the bile.

Song Qingyin waved at Meng Meili, signaling that she was fine, but in fact, she felt like she was about to vomit out her stomach.

It was getting dusk outside, and it was getting late.

After Song Qingyin vomited and rinsed her mouth, she still felt strange in her stomach.

"You don't want to leave yet. I made some porridge with preserved egg and lean meat. You can drink it before going back."

"No need, there are still people waiting for me in my family." If the old magic stick can't wait for him, what will he eat.

"That's it. Then you can take some back home, I happen to live more."

"It's not very good." Others have already taken care of themselves for an afternoon, and now it seems a bit bad to continue to eat other people's meals.

"It's okay, I thought you'd stay."

There was a faint disappointment in Meng Meili's eyes, she seemed to be used to being alone, forgetting that she didn't have parents but others did.

"Then... okay." Meng Meili saw Song Qingyin in her own eyes, she was a bit too serious, Meng Meili is a good person.

"Really?" Seeing that Song Qingyin was no longer unfamiliar with her, Meng Meili's eyes flashed a hint of obvious surprise.

"Of course, you... didn't you say we are friends?"

"We're friends?"

"You... Didn't you say that?" Because she was in a bad mood before, she treated Meng Meili a bit badly, but Song Qingyin felt that she had really gone too far when she thought about it.

"Yes, yes, that's what I said."

"Then I'll go home first." Song Qingyin was sent home by Meng Mei leaving the car, waved goodbye to Meng Meili, and then slowly went upstairs.

Because meeting such a good person as Meng Meili, Song Qingyin's aggrieved mood became much better.

"You've been very busy recently, and it's not easy to see anyone during the school holidays." After returning home, the old magic stick sat in front of the TV and muttered.

"I just got a business recently." Song Qingyin directly ignored Shao Tingxun's part, and jumped to the recent business orders.

"You picked it up yourself?"

"Professor Gu from our college helped me find it."

"I knew it." The old god stick snorted coldly and continued to look back at the TV program in front of him, but he didn't ask himself why he always went out.

"Come over for dinner."

"Oh."

"Where did you buy this preserved egg porridge, it's delicious."

"From a friend."

"What kind of eyes do you have? Is it your girlfriend?"

"I didn't say anything, why are you excited." The old god stick continued to eat his porridge with his head down.

"Who's excited." Song Qingyin muttered, glanced at the porridge in the bowl, it looked very good, I don't know if it was because Song Qingyin drank alcohol, but she felt that she couldn't eat anything, and even felt a little sick.

"Why don't you eat it?"

"I don't have an appetite, you can eat, vomit..." Song Qingyin covered her mouth and ran into the toilet halfway through the video.

"What’s wrong with you."

"It's nothing but my stomach is not feeling well." Song Qingyin only thought that the reason why she hurt her stomach because of drinking today didn't pay much attention to it.
"Do you want to go to the hospital or not? It's just a little problem."

"Really okay?"

"It's okay." Song Qingyin didn't dare to tell the old god stick that she went out to drink.