Chapter 84 Intoxicating

People don't get drunk.

One cup after another, if the injury of the memory at the beginning can indeed be temporarily paralyzed by alcohol, then at this moment, Mishu finally realized the real artistic conception of "drawing a knife to cut off the water and water is more flowing, and drinking to relieve sorrows".

I thought that if I was anesthetized, it would no longer hurt. Who would have thought that this was just a means of deceiving yourself...

For so many years, Mishu has been a strong person. She is not autistic or has a dark personality because she grew up in a single-parent family. All this probably has nothing to do with Shu Yuanyuan's education style. Thinking about it this, she suddenly feels that Shu Yuanyuan has been doing well for so many years. The mother and daughter are so similar, Ming Ming loves each other deeply, but there are never good words on them. However, although she is cheerful and unrestrained on the surface, she is actually the same as all women. She is as dull and stubborn in the face of love, so she is really hurt and heartbroken like all women.

If she can choose, she would rather never see Xie Junjie again and never know the truth of this matter, so that she has always thought that he no longer loves her, then she can be better. She can still live every day heartlessly like before today, but she knows and knows Xie Junjie. I still love her, but because of love, she is more and more in pain, struggling and entangling, making herself not good, and more importantly, making him not have a good time...

But even if the uncomfortable person is herself, she doesn't want her Ajie to be so painful. She loves him and hopes that he can be happy. When his sad look just fell into her eyes, she was so painful that she was almost suffocating.

You see, she is still a hopeless fool after all.

I don't know how many cups I drank. From the beginning, I choked my throat, and later I felt nothing like drinking boiled water. All she knew was that her consciousness began to slowly lose. She seemed to read something in her mouth, and her hands and feet were not honest, but she was always unwilling to fall down.

Situ Yin frowned beautifully and put this crazy woman on his back with Yan Sheng's help.

This is the third time he carries her.

The first two times, I was unwilling to be calculated by Mi Shu, but this time, I was helpless, but willing.

He didn't expect that this crazy woman was so terrible when she was drunk. When she was sober, she was sober enough that she was not even drunk.

"Xie Junjie, you big fool, big bad guy..."

"Haha, I'm not afraid of you. Now I'm a magician. Any water magic fist makes you cry!"

"Gor, senior... Can you help me tell Ajie that I really didn't drink and ask him not to abandon me..."

"Woo... Dad, I miss you so much..."

Every incoherent drunken words make Situ Yin's eyebrows deeper. How can there be such an idiot woman in this world?

Even if you scold that man, you can't hide the fact that you still love him. Fantasies like white bone essence and magician can come out. How can such a simple and kind woman and that hateful man bear to abandon him? If her father is not dead, can she have someone to rely on at this moment, and her heart will not be so painful?

Situ Yin's heart at this moment is twisted into a ball, and his heart seems to be blocked by something. He really wants to do something desperately and beat the unintentional man severely? Or hold this woman tightly in your arms...

Yan Sheng sighed inaudible and helped Situ Yin stuff Mishu into the taxi. Then he also stopped a car and went back to their respective "homes" in different directions.

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Mishu, who was so drunk and unconscious, finally made enough noise and fell asleep. Situ Yin gently put her on **, and her chest fluctuated slightly. I don't know if it was because of fatigue or for some other reason.

He twisted a hot towel and gently wiped Mishu's face, which didn't even stretch her eyebrows when she fell asleep. She seemed to be sleeping very uneasily, and she was still entangled by something in her dream. The slight wrinkles were not smoothed anyway. Situ Yin put the towel aside and stroked it with her own hands. With the eye-catching wrinkles, Mishu in her sleep seemed to get some kind of comfort, and she really relaxed.

Situ Yin's hand still touched her face, as if he had lost his soul. He gently stroked along her cheek. Suddenly, as if waking up, he quickly took his hand and secretly regretted himself. How could he be lost by such an ordinary woman? He stood up in a panic. He just wanted to leave this place of right and wrong. Unexpectedly, Mishu, who had been sleeping soundly, seemed to feel the only dependence to leave. He stretched out his hand in panic, held Situ Yin's hand tightly, and muttered unconsciously.

"No, don't go..."

At that moment, Situ Yin's heart suddenly softened, and the electric current from his hand quickly transmitted to his whole body. He had no choice but to turn around, like coaxing a child, coaxing hoarsely with a voice he had never heard before,

"Good boy, I won't leave."

When the person lying in ** heard such a promise, he finally felt at ease, loosened his hands, and finally fell asleep at ease.

Situ Yin slowly took his hand away, went to the kitchen and fell down. Then he returned to Mi Shu's room and guarded her. Looking at the child's sleeping face, he also sat there in a daze and fell asleep.

At night, in such an ordinary and unusual night, there seems to be some different elements in the air...

Mishu's wine power was low. Because of the headache and nausea, she woke up early after sleeping. She struggled to open her eyes, and the splitting headache made her face twisted together. However, when she finally saw that she was sleeping in the room she was most familiar with and the man lying by the bed, Her face suddenly looked like ripe tomatoes...

Situ Yin, did he stay up all night?

Last night's scene seems to have slowly begun to make an impression, because Xie Junjie was in a bad mood. She drank a few glasses of wine, but she was completely unimpressed. In short, she was drunk and must have made a fool of herself, and this must have suffered from Situ Yin, who shared the rent with her, Didn't you do anything out of the way yesterday? At least, don't hold others to kiss...

Mi Shu blushed and glanced at Situ Yin, who was asleep. This evil, even if he fell asleep, was so charming. His long eyelashes covered his eyelids. At this moment, there was no facial paralysis at all, but was completely relaxed, er, like a child.

She quickly looked away and dared not look again. She just carefully wanted to cover him with a quilt, but Situ Yin slept very lightly and woke him up with a slight movement. He opened his eyes, and his lazy appearance was even more confusing.

"Are you awake?"

After saying that, without waiting for Mishu to reply, he stood up, went out, and folded back for a moment, but this time he had an extra bowl in his hand and naturally handed it to Mi Shu.

"After drinking sobering soup, your head will be less painful and more comfortable."

Mishu took the bowl of soup in a daze, purple soup, red bean sami cup, and there was an inexplicable sense of discord in her heart.

Obviously, it's just a stranger's shared rent. Why can you care so unconcealed?

Situ Yin was frank and frank, without hinting that he was not shy, as if all this was what he should do. Mi Shu picked up the bowl in a complicated mood and took a sip obediently.

The soup was sour, astringent and bitter, which could not be described as delicious. Mishu's face immediately wrinkled. She had always been afraid of bitterness, and she could never swallow traditional Chinese medicine, but Situ Yin kindly made sobering soup. She was embarrassed if she didn't drink it, and she didn't hold a bowl.

Situ Yin went out again and came back with an extra plate of translucent simami in his hand.

"Eat it with this."

Situ Yin was so careful that she seemed to know that she was afraid of suffering. Like a child who refused to take medicine with candy, Mi Shu quickly took it over and lowered her head for fear that his blushing appearance would be discovered by him. Is it that the remaining alcohol power last night still did not retreat?

The sardine is cool, the bean paste is slightly sweet, and the bitterness is slightly diluted.

Situ Yin watched her drink, and then left her room at ease, leaving Mishu alone in the room, looking at the direction of the door in a daze...