His Wife Calls The Shots

Chapter 165

Zhu Danjing patted his forehead and smiled helplessly: "How much alcohol are you? I've never seen you drunk before."

"You are useless," she said.

As he said that, he leaned over and continued to look at the night sky in the telescope, but his mind was no longer calm.

Zhu Danjing patted his chest: "I feel offended, next time, fight again, oh, the car I called is here."

Outside the door, several cars slowly stopped at the door.

Zhu Danjing woke up the drunk people one by one, dragged them with the driver, and carried them into the car.

The two girls in the room were also helped by him into the car.

In just seven or eight minutes, a group of people left for more than half.

Inside and outside the house, only Lu Wanyu, Feng Can and Xu Youzheng were left.

All three were sound asleep.

She was about to call them a car when suddenly Feng Xian's assistant ran over.

"Miss Tang, Mr. Feng asked me to take Can Shao and Xu Shao away, you should rest early."

As he said that, he handed a small bag: "This is a hangover pill. President Feng specially explained that I gave it to you, and let me watch you eat it, otherwise you will definitely feel uncomfortable when you wake up tomorrow."

Qian Miao glanced at the car, that person was clearly inside.

"I do not need."

Xu Xiaomo's face stiffened, and he said, "Please, Miss Tang, just eat it, it's not bad anyway, Mr. Feng is in a very bad mood right now, if I can't do this, I'm afraid he will tear it apart. I."

Hearing this, Qian Miao raised her eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of curiosity in her emotionless eyes, "Is he in a bad mood?"

Xu Xiaomo nodded madly: "Maybe he didn't eat. Anyway, he came here after work, and when he saw you guys drinking, he... doesn't seem to be happy."

Xu Xiaomo coughed and said cautiously, "It seems because there are many men here."

He didn't point it out, but tried to imply.

He was looking forward to Tang Qianmiao's reaction, and waited for a few seconds, but waited until a very shallow "Oh".

Qian Mi took the bag and didn't eat it.

"Take the man away."

Xu Xiaomo had no choice but to do so, so he bent down and helped Feng Can up and took him out. Soon, he folded back and helped Xu Youzheng up.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly couldn't help turning his head and said to Qian Miao, "Miss Tang, why don't you go and coax President Feng?"

Qian Miao frowned: "What did you say?"

The assistant grinned: "Although men generally don't make such requests, we sometimes want to be coaxed in our hearts. This is my little suggestion, you might as well consider it, maybe Feng is always the one who is easy to get discouraged. Hang it up."

After he finished speaking, he helped Xu Youzheng out.

Qian Miao straightened up with deep thought in her eyes.

After a while, the Bentley disappeared from view.

Under the tree, a figure looks particularly tall and lonely against the backdrop of the lights.

Feng Xian looked here for a while, then stepped forward.

His face is really not very good, but it can't be said to be stinky. It seems to be always cold, but under the background of the moonlight, the cold looks a little heavier than the usual coldness.

Pushing aside the fence, he walked in.

His eyes swept across the empty wine bottle on the table, and he went down so deeply, sullen and helpless.

Qian Mi seemed calm, withdrew her eyes, lowered her head and adjusted the telescope, "Why didn't you go back."

"How much did you drink?"

"Not much."

"What about the medicine, why don't you take it?"

"I'm not drunk."

The man did not refute, and had already come to her. The tall and straight figure covered the top of her head, and the fragrance of mint drove the smell of alcohol away from her nose.

Before she raised her head, a warm coat was wrapped around her to block the cool night wind.