Yan Shu was stunned at the door for a while. He drank a lot at the last dinner, which made him feel a little nauseous. He waited until his stomach calmed down before opening the door and going in.

The sound of opening the door startled the people inside.

Jiang Jue glanced at the door, and Fang Zhao also took his eyes away from the phone.

After Yan Shu saw it clearly, he held the door handle hard, and his stomach began to hurt again.

Fang Zhao met that sharp look and quickly avoided it.

Jiang Jue: "Sir, you must have gone to the wrong box."

I don't know if he was too tired from work, but Yan Shu's movements seemed slow. He looked up and saw that the house number was indeed the one mentioned by the front desk.

Just as he was about to say that he was right, the receptionist ran up to him. The receptionist stood in front of him and bowed: "I'm really sorry, sir."

"The records just now were mixed up. The box reserved by Mr. Zhang is next door. I'm so sorry..."

Yan Shu didn't pursue anything and obediently went to the box next door.

In order to compensate, the Japanese restaurant also specially sent a vegetable salad.

Fang Zhao stared blankly at the tightly closed door. She slowly breathed a sigh of relief, her heart filled with panic.

This made her couldn't help but think about Yan Shu's expression and every move he made just now.

Fang Zhao felt like there were sharp thorns stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word for a long time.

There were several bottles of foreign wine neatly placed on the corner of the table. She didn't know why, but at this moment, she who had never drank before suddenly wanted to drink.

She didn't understand, so she took a bottle and said, "Are you drinking, Jiang Jue."

Jiang Jue did not answer directly. He focused on the red wine bottle and took a second look at it: "French Castel, it is very suitable for women to drink."

The stopper of "I just took it" was opened by Fang Zhao with a bottle opener. In an instant, the aroma of red wine rushed out of the bottle.

She tilted the bottle and was about to pour a glass for the person opposite, but he covered the mouth of the glass. Jiang Jue shook his head: "I won't accompany you this time. I have a shooting tomorrow morning."

Fang Zhao's eyes flashed with disappointment and he filled his glass with red wine.

Looking at the red liquid, Fang Zhao held her breath and drank it in one gulp. The red wine was sour and sweet, and the taste was too stuffy for her taste.

It doesn't taste good at all... Fang Zhao thought.

Most likely he had never drank wine before, so the blush that he had just finished drinking red wine slowly appeared on his face, like a heavy blush.

This bottle of wine is only 15 degrees, so it won’t hit your face so quickly: “Have you never drank wine?”

As soon as these words came out, the person opposite fell directly on the table.

Jiang Jue: “??????”

"Don't you know how to drink?" He lifted the broken hair from Zhao's forehead and saw his closed sleeping eyes: "I'm really dizzy."

Jiang Jue was helpless and found it funny. After looking at the time, it was almost 10 o'clock, he simply carried Fang Zhao back to the hotel with one hand.

Both of their rooms were on the 13th floor. After dragging them to the 13th floor, they discovered that they couldn't get in without Fang Zhao's room card.

After rummaging through the drunk's pockets to no avail, he planned to go downstairs to the front desk for help.

As soon as Jiang Jue walked away, he passed by Yan Shu. He glanced at the drunkard who was thrown on the ground, exhaled and turned around to leave his room.

One second, two seconds, three seconds...

Taking a step forward, Yan Shu felt a strong sense of awkwardness and turned back.

He stared at the drunkard condescendingly: "Fang Zhao, I'm really crazy." He helped the man up.

The drunkard had two patches of plateau red on his cheeks.

The man was straightened by Yan Shu, and his cold hand came close to his red cheek, which was so hot that it gave him a meal.

He accidentally touched Fang Zhao's forehead, his whole palm almost covering his forehead. He touched his own again: "Why is it so hot?"

He took a breath and freed up a hand to make a call: "Li Ying drove my car to the door of the hotel."
Chapter completed!