Chapter 25 Super Society Death

Without allowing Gu Qianlang to question, Tan Huairong stood up, took the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Why didn't I know when Mr. Gu became so familiar with my wife?" Tan Huairong's eyes were wary .

Zhu Xiatong noticed what was happening on their side and felt crazy with jealousy.

Obviously this should be the kind of treatment only she can have.

Why does Song Yu deserve two men to do this to her?

Gu Qianlang smiled and shook his head, "Mr. Tan, are you jealous?"

As soon as these words came out, Tan Huairong looked at him even more sinisterly.

At least from Song Yu's perspective, it's scary.

After thinking about it, she decided to bypass Tan Huairong and sit on the other side, so as not to delay the two of them from drinking.

After drinking it cup after cup, I didn’t even have to go to the toilet.

She also admired him very much.

"Miss Song, we have met several times. You don't need to be so hostile to me. In fact, I wish you and Huairong well."

I don't offend others, but people come to offend me. Within two seconds of being clean, Zhu Xia Tong sat down with a wine glass, very close to Song Yu.

"Haha, how can I be hostile to you, Miss Zhu? You saved my husband's life, and you are also my benefactor. This cup is my tribute to you."

Song Yu smiled and drank a whole cup in one gulp.

My stomach instantly burned, and my throat felt stinging.

The taste of alcohol instantly washed over the taste buds, briefly numbing the nerves.

When it comes to drinking, she used to drink at most one cocktail.

If it weren't for the cooperation with Tan Guang's acting, she would never pay attention to this woman.

She really wanted to cry!

They are just a fake couple, and they think they are their real love rivals.

The key point is that she can't say anything, so she has to play along.

Zhu Xia Tong smiled lightly and continued to pour Song Yu a glass of wine.

"Then this cup is my apology. I may have made some mistakes before, which left a bad impression on Miss Song."

songs

Since she wants to act, she will accompany him to the end.

Take other people's paths and leave others with nowhere to go!

After another glass of wine, Song Yu felt that she had lost consciousness.

She didn't know whether she overestimated her drinking capacity or underestimated how quickly the wine would get to her.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Song Yu stood up suddenly, feeling dizzy.

Zhu Xia Tong raised her lips proudly and pretended to be concerned, "Is Miss Song okay? Do you need me to accompany you?"

"Need not."

Song Yu shook his head, walked around her and left the box. When he entered the toilet, he vomited violently and almost vomited out bile.

Stumbling to the sink, she took a handful of water and rinsed her mouth, feeling better.

"Why are you drinking if you don't know how to drink? Just sit next to me and wait for me."

Tan Huairong was glad that he noticed the movement of the little woman. With her ugly appearance, she was probably dragged away after only a few steps.

Song Yu's head was dizzy, and his vision was blurry. He could only vaguely recognize something, "Talk about...talk about ghosts?"

Don't you even recognize him?

It takes a few drinks to achieve this virtue, but your drinking capacity should not be too bad.

Tan Huairong rubbed his temples with a headache and walked over to support her.

"Damn stinky man, if you hadn't abandoned me, I wouldn't have been in danger, otherwise I wouldn't have had to eat with Gu Qianlang, and you still threatened me."

The more Song Yu talked, the angrier he became, and he gave the person in front of him a bite on the shoulder.

Tan Huairong was unprepared and felt a tingling sensation on his shoulders. He quickly brought her into his arms and controlled her hands.

Song Yu resisted even more fiercely and raised her head with a look of resentment. But she didn't know that her face was red due to drinking, and she had big watery eyes, showing no offensive power at all.

"Talk about ghosts, I hate you!"

Tan Huairong automatically blocked her voice, picked her up and took her into the car.

He took out his cell phone and called Tang Ming to drive, then sat next to Song Yu.

"Talking about ghosts, do you know that it's annoying that you keep a straight face all day long? Why don't you smile? You're lifeless." Song Yu closed his eyes and muttered dissatisfiedly.

It seemed that the sitting position was not comfortable, so he simply fell to the side, and then found a suitable position to lie down.

Tan Huairong took a deep breath. At this time, Song Yu was lying on his lap, with his face close to a certain part. It was difficult not to think too much.

"Song Yu, get up!" He said with a dark face.

"Go away and talk about ghosts. I can hear your voice no matter how hard you dream."

Song Yu raised his hand and waved it away, like swatting away flies.

When Tang Ming rushed over, he saw Miss Song lying on her boss's lap in a subtle position.

Is this something he can see? !

Tan Huairong noticed the look in his eyes and scolded him sternly, "Drive faster."

Tang Ming guiltily took his eyes away from the rearview mirror and looked straight ahead.

When he arrived at the apartment, Tang Ming got out of the car and opened the door.

"President, let me help you get Song..."

Before he finished speaking, Tan Huairong had already picked up Song Yu and taken him away.

Tang Ming was left alone in the wind.

Song Yu's weight seemed much lighter than when he was carried. Tan Huairong was a little curious about where the food this woman usually ate went.

In fact, Tan Huairong also drank a lot of wine in the evening. When he came out to blow the wind, the alcohol began to hit his head. By the time he carried Song Yu to the second floor, he was already a little confused.

At that time, most of the wine on the table was consumed by Tan Huairong and Gu Qianlang. With his current condition, Gu Qianlang would definitely not be much better.

"Talking about Huairong makes me feel sick to my stomach."

Song Yu frowned, and the bumpy ride upstairs made the wine in her stomach churn.

"Bear it."

After Tan Huairong finished speaking, Song Yu rushed into his room with his mouth covered.

…

Tan Huairong took a deep breath and tried not to behave like a drunkard.

After taking off his coat and watch, he dragged the person to the sofa aside and replaced the vomit-covered sheets and quilts. Tan Huairong was exhausted.

I didn't hear the little woman's movement for a long time. When I looked back, I saw that she was already asleep on the sofa.

He realized deeply that he could never let her drink again.

After picking the person up and throwing him on the bed, he also fell on it tiredly.

Alcohol numbs the nerves, and every breath and breath smells like alcohol.

The next day.

Song Yu yawned and turned over. The pain in her head reminded her that she was drunk last night.

No, then how did she get home?

Song Yu opened his eyes suddenly, and what came into view was Tan Huairong's enlarged handsome face. Even the eyelashes were clearly defined and could be seen clearly.

“Ahhhhh——”

Tan Huairong frowned and raised his hand to rub his eyes.

"Tan Huairong, you actually took advantage of others' danger!"

"Ouch, I can't live anymore!"

"How could you do this to me!"

Tan Huairong turned over and covered her mouth, saying irritably, "Shut up, it's so noisy."

He has severe morning sickness and hates being woken up.

Song Yu broke free from his restraints and jumped up immediately, but was stunned when she found that she was still wearing the same clothes as last night.

Hey, you don’t have to take off your clothes to do that?

"Do you think I would be interested in a small body like yours? When you wake up, go to your room as soon as possible. You are not allowed to drink anymore." Tan Huairong pulled the quilt to cover himself, very impatient.

Song Yu blushed in disbelief and asked in disbelief, "Did nothing really happen to us?"

"I kindly brought it back to you, but you rushed into my room and vomited all over the bed. There is still evidence in the toilet. Do you want to take a look?"

So embarrassing? !

Then why did she have no memory at all? She only remembered drinking Zhu Xia Tong's wine.

Just two drinks, so drunk?

Song Yu was a little suspicious, frowned and continued to ask, "Then why didn't you just send me back to the room last night and let me stay in your room?"

Tan Huairong laughed angrily and lost his sleepiness. He stood up and started arguing with her.

Starting from last night in the bathroom of the club, all the way to how she lay on this bed.

The more Song Yu listened, the more ashamed he became.

Who would have thought that she would look like this after drinking too much.

Help!

Taishe is dead.

"Did anyone else see it?" She lowered her head and whispered.

Tan Huairong stared at her funny, "Now you know it's embarrassing? Many people on the road have seen it."

Song Yu pouted and blinked innocently, "But this is the first time I've drunk so much. I don't know what my drinking capacity is."

Tan Huairong didn't bother to care about her, so he asked her to go back to her room quickly, and then called the housekeeper to clean up.

The two of them had such a fuss last night and the room was in a mess.

Song Yu took the phone and hurried back to his room and locked the door.

There were many new messages displayed on the phone, most of which were sent by He Anle.

'Sister, have you gone back? '

'I guess they are going to drink. You must not drink, and you are not in good health. '

'I'm going to sleep first. Remember to reply when you see the message. '

More than a dozen of them came one after another.

The corner of Song Yu's mouth twitched, and a video call bounced over, and he was connected in less than ten seconds.

"You must have had too much fun last night. I just responded to the message now."

He Anle smiled gossipily.

Song Yu held his forehead and sighed, "Hey, those two are sworn enemies. What do you think will happen if they meet?"

"That's right. What happened after that? What happened after I left?"

The image of He Tan Huairong lying on the same bed appeared in Song Yu's mind, and his face instantly turned red.

"Why are you blushing? What happened?"

He Anle was a good person, so he immediately noticed something was wrong.

"It's nothing, what could have happened? You're overthinking it. I'm too sleepy, so I'll take a nap."

Song Yu pretended to yawn and quickly hung up the phone.

How will we face ghosts in the future...

Song Yu fell on the bed depressedly, with a look of despair on his face.

Today is not the weekend, she still has to go to class when the time comes.

Throughout the whole day, He Anle chased her and asked her dozens of times, and then he learned what happened last night.

"What?"

He Anle raised his voice in surprise, but soon noticed that he had attracted the attention of the people around him and quickly covered his mouth.

Song Yu was completely autistic.