How's your day

Cheng Fei put down his wine glass, and said in the most appropriate tone possible: "I'm going to the bathroom."

After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the other people at the table to speak, he strode directly to the door, opened the door and walked out, and waited until he buried his head in the bathroom, the breath in his heart still didn't go well.

He was afraid that if he stayed in the box any longer, he would do something or say something inappropriate.

"Wow--" Cheng Fei turned on the faucet, took a handful of water and splashed it on his face.

The water from the faucet was rushing, and he put his hands on the sink and hung his head.

Song Yu is doing well, and their relationship seems to be very good.

Although Li Xiu'an seemed unreliable, Song Yu's choice was as long as he liked it.

As long as he's doing well...fuck it.

Cheng Fei's palm on the sink suddenly tightened.

He mustered up the courage to come back all the way not to say a word of wishing you happiness.

Fuck happiness.

Cheng Fei turned off the faucet, raised his hand to wipe off the water droplets on his face, and looked at himself in a mess in the mirror.

Be more promising, it's been three years, why are you still so unpromising?Do you still want to be dumped a second time?

Start over shit, forget it.

No one wants to start over, except you.

When Cheng Fei returned to the private room, Li Xiu'an was already drunk, and was about to feed it the wine in his mouth with his arms around the wool. The wool was so frightened that his whole body exploded. Break free and jump off him.

Just after jumping down and not taking two steps, he bumped into Cheng Fei who had just entered the box. Mao Xian looked up at Cheng Fei, his big eyes filled with strangeness.

Cheng Fei also looked down at it, full of confusion.

In the past, as long as the woolen yarn was within 10 meters of him, it would run towards him recklessly, jump on him, and beg him to touch it delicately.

But now Maoyan looked at him as if he was looking at a stranger, looking at him vigilantly from a few steps away, and the previous attachment was completely gone.

Cheng Fei tried his best to give a gentle smile, trying to make himself look kinder.

In the past, this kind of scene was absolutely impossible.

It's a pity that the wool didn't give him face, so he called out to him guardedly, turned around and jumped onto Song Yu's lap next to him.

Cheng Fei followed the movement of the yarn, and turned his gaze to Song Yu's face, who happened to be looking at him too.

"It may not know you anymore." Song Yu said to him holding the wool.

Cheng Fei was silent for a while, and said in a low voice, "Long time no see."

The wool nestled in Song Yu's arms, relaxed a little, but still stared at Cheng Fei with guarded eyes, showing no sign of recognizing him.

Seeing this, Cheng Fei laughed at himself and sat back in his seat.

"Come on, let me toast you." Li Xiu'an raised his glass and said to Cheng Fei, "What's your name, what is Cheng?"

"Cheng Fei." Song Yu beside him said.

"Oh, yes, I'm sorry, I don't have a good memory." Li Xiu'an smiled without apology, "You should have known Xiao Song for a long time, right? His friend is my friend, I respect you with this glass."

Song Yu was disgusted by him and wanted to scold him, but because of the wrong occasion, she swallowed it abruptly.

Cheng Fei also poured himself a glass of wine, looked at Li Xiu'an calmly, and raised his glass.

Li Xiu'an smiled, raised his head and drank a glass of wine, and Cheng Fei followed suit.

"Refreshing." Li Xiu'an poured another glass of wine, "I also respect you for this glass."

Song Yu looked at him with some dissatisfaction, and said in a warning tone, "I've almost had enough to drink, stop drinking."

Li Xiu'an said indifferently: "It's okay, anyway, wait for Xiao Chen to take me home."

Manager Chen smiled and nodded in agreement.

Seeing that Song Yu couldn't persuade him, she frowned.

Cheng Fei's heart was so sour that he couldn't taste the wine, and finally couldn't help but said with a sour taste: "Mr. Li is huge, it's okay to drink a few more glasses. Mr. Song, you don't have to worry about it."

Song Yu cast her eyes on him and said nothing.

Cheng Fei avoided his gaze, lowered his head and poured himself a glass of wine, then raised his head and downed it in a sip, put down the empty glass, and said to Li Xiu'an, "I'll respect President Li first with this glass."

Li Xiu'an raised the corners of his lips with malicious intentions, glanced at Song Yu, then at Cheng Fei, and said playfully, "Okay, refreshing enough." After finishing speaking, he also drank the wine in the glass.

In the end, Cheng Fei was the first to get drunk on the table, and Li Xiu'an was the second. The two of them were lying on the table, talking vaguely, still holding the wine glass tightly in their hands and unwilling to part. I want to continue to fight this wine.

Song Yu glanced at Li Xiu'an with disgust, turned to Manager Chen and said, "Take him home, if he makes a fuss on the way, just throw him on the road, and leave him alone."

Manager Chen conscientiously helped Li Xiu'an to leave the box, and then Manager Wang, who had drunk a lot, said goodbye to Song Yu, "Someone is here to pick me up, should I take Xiao Cheng away or..." He turned his head and looked at the party Cheng Fei, who was unconscious on the table, had a look of embarrassment flashing across his face, obviously he didn't want to accept this mess.

Song Yu was silent for a while, and said after a few seconds: "You go first, I will take him back."

"Hey, good, Boss Song has worked hard." Manager Wang left happily.

Everyone left for a while, only Song Yu and Cheng Fei were left in the box, oh, and wool.

After the box became quieter, Mao Mao became bolder, jumped from Song Yu's lap to the table, walked around with her calves, and finally stopped by Cheng Fei's face.

It leaned closer and sniffed Cheng Fei, who was already drunk, and then called Cheng Fei softly, not knowing what it meant.

Song Yu watched Maoyan's movements, and suddenly asked, "Do you still know him?" His eyes turned to Cheng Fei's face, and his tone lowered, "You used to like him very much."

Mao Xian tilted his head to look at Cheng Fei for a while, stretched his body, walked back to Song Yu, and jumped into his arms.

Song Yu raised his hand and touched its head, "Tired?"

Wool answered obediently.

"Go home later." Song Yu said to it.

But how to solve the big trouble in front of him, Song Yu looked at Cheng Fei who was drunk and had trouble.

Just now, for some reason, his brain twitched and he said that he sent Cheng Fei home. He didn't even know where Cheng Fei lived now.

And... eh.

Song Yu sighed, put the wool in his arms on his shoulders, and told it: "Hold on tight." Then he got up, walked to Cheng Fei's side, and reached out to pick him up.

Cheng Fei looked like he had been disturbed from his dream, although he was unconscious but his face was full of reluctance, and he struggled limply.

His struggle was too light, so Song Yu lifted him up without too much effort, letting him lean on half of his body.The amazing thing is that Cheng Fei, who was unwilling just now, seemed to feel something, suddenly became quiet, let Song Yu play with him, and even raised his arms to hug Song Yu's waist tightly.

Song Yu froze for a moment because of his movements. He looked down at Cheng Fei, confirmed that he was indeed in a state of drunkenness, and then helped him to walk towards the door again.

Cheng Fei was very well-behaved along the way, except that his taller stature made it difficult for Song Yu, the rest was surprisingly obedient.

After Song Yu put him on the back seat of the car, he finally unloaded a big burden, sat in the driver's seat panting slightly, and did not forget to put the wool on his shoulders on the co-pilot.

Where to send Cheng Fei back next.

Cheng Fei should have lived at home just after he returned to China. Song Yu went to Cheng Fei's house a few years ago. Although he is not sure if the address in his mind is correct, it should be right....

Song Yu finally decided to try his luck and try to drive over to find Cheng Fei's house. If he couldn't find Cheng Fei's house, just open a room in a roadside hotel and throw him in.

Facts have proved that his memory is quite good, and he found Cheng Fei's house very smoothly.

He supported Cheng Fei, took the elevator upstairs with difficulty, and rang the doorbell in front of the door.

Maybe because it was too late, Cheng Fei's family members were all asleep, and the doorbell rang for a long time but no one came to answer the door, Song Yu raised his hand again and pressed it.

This time the door opened very quickly, and someone who looked like Cheng Fei's mother opened the door.