To make up for the debt owed to Lin Qingping and Gu Juncheng

Qingtian rushed over and was stunned the moment she saw Wang Yufei.

Wang Yufei was also extremely surprised. He and Qingtian hadn't seen each other since graduating high school, but that wasn't the most important thing. The important thing was, what about Qingtian and Zhiyuan? Why did Zhiyuan call Qingtian to pick him up when he was drunk?

Qingtian was also a little worried: what should she do with Zhiyuan? Should she take him home? That didn't seem quite right.

In the end, Qingtian decided to take Zhiyuan to the hotel.

Wang Yufei didn't know what to say, but he was thinking that if he could be put in a hotel, that would be fine too. He just wanted Zhiyuan's family to take care of him.

Wang Yufei helped Qingtian take Zhiyuan to the hotel and settle him in. Then, looking at Qingtian, he didn't know what to say.

"How did you get my phone number?" Qing Tian didn't know why Wang Yufei was calling her.

Wang Yufei pointed to Zhiyuan lying on the bed, "He told me."

Qingtian became a little flustered and explained, "We are friends."

Wang Yufei was taken aback. Wasn't that obvious? He smiled and said, "Aren't you and I friends?" He wanted to know what special relationship they had, didn't he?

sunny:……

Yes, of course...

“Yufei, my family works at Zhiyuan’s mother’s company, so I have more contact with them,” Qingtian explained to him.

Wang Yufei nodded. "I know. Okay, then you're staying? I'll be going now?"

"Okay." Qingtian nodded.

After Wang Yufei left, Qingtian wet a hot towel and wiped his face.

As soon as I got close, I felt a wave of dizziness.

The strong smell of alcohol wafted out with Zhiyuan's breath. Even though she only smelled it, a wave of dizziness washed over her, as if she were the one drinking and drunk. She almost lost her balance...

She took a deep breath, steadied herself, and bent down to wipe his face, holding her breath the whole time, afraid that if she relaxed, the smell of alcohol mixed with his scent would seep into her breath and she would collapse onto him.

He was conscious when she wiped his face; he frowned slightly and took her hand.

The warmth of his fingertips felt like a flame, suddenly burning her skin. She couldn't help but tremble slightly, and the towel fell onto his face.

He probably felt uncomfortable, so he let go of her hand, grabbed the towel and threw it away, then turned over and went back to sleep.

Qingtian wrinkled her nose at him, picked up a towel, changed to another one, and wiped him again. While wiping, she had to fight with his hands. It was not easy to wipe him clean. Then she called the hotel service to see if they could make him a hangover soup.

But the hotel didn't offer this service, so she asked them to send her a bowl of hot honey water.

"Zhiyuan? Zhiyuan? Can you wake up?" She sat on the edge of the bed and called to him softly.

He simply frowned.

"Zhiyuan..." She had no choice but to try to put her hand under his neck to see if she could feed him.

She managed to help him up, but his head tilted to the side and he fell onto her shoulder.

She let him have his way, turned around, scooped up a spoonful of honey water, and held it to his lips. "Zhiyuan, open your mouth and drink some!"

Whether he heard it or his lips sensed it, he opened his mouth slightly and drank it down.

After that, he was fed about half a bowl, and he became more and more cooperative. After another spoonful was fed to him, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes glazed over with drunkenness.

“Zhiyuan…” Qingtian panicked a little.

“Sunny day…” he murmured vaguely.

"Yes, it's me. You're drunk, drinking honey water. Have another sip." As Qingtian was about to scoop out another spoonful, her cheeks suddenly felt hot.

Sunny's whole body froze.