Feeling high-key and irritable, he parked the car on the street and turned into a bar.
By the ti Ling Yin found him, he was already dead drunk, deeply embedded in the sofa, with a beautiful woman sitting on his lap, still pouring alcohol down his throat.
Ling Yin walked over with a stern expression, pulling out a wad of cash from his wallet.
Only then did the woman leave reluctantly; originally, she had planned to take this handso guy to a hotel once he got drunk. Alas, what a pity, she took a few steps away but didn’t forget to glance back. He was even more exquisite than a woman.
"Hic... Brother Ling..."
"Why did you drink so much?"
When Hua Hua saw Ling Yin trying to help him, he pushed him away, standing up shakily: "I didn’t drink much... just... just a little... a tiny bit..."
"You’re drunk, I’ll take you back."
"Not drunk!" When Hua Hua gets drunk, he’s particularly troubleso, rubbing his eyes with his fingers, suddenly leaning close to Ling Yin, laughing with a breath of air, resting his head on his shoulder, tilting it: "Bro, you’re scowling again... hic... shush....."
Hua Hua made a hush gesture: "Don’t lecture , I’m not drunk at all."
But he almost slipped and fell.
Ling Yin caught him in ti, taking the barely conscious Hua Hua out of the bar, with Hua Hua acting crazily all the way: "Bro, I wish you... wish you and your little sister-in-law everlasting love... hehe... hehe..."
Ling Yin wanted to send him to a hotel, but frankly, he was not comfortable leaving a dead drunk friend alone in a hotel. It was work hours, and he had a must-attend eting in the afternoon, so he couldn’t stay at the hotel to watch over him.
In the end, he decided to take him to the office.
He thought Hua Hua was really in a bad mood, which was why he was drinking to drown his sorrows.
At this ti, Ling Yin was worried about leaving him unattended; he still rembered what the doctor said about his high fever possibly having psychological reasons.
Arriving at the office, he carried Hua Hua towards the private elevator. As soon as it opened, they bumped straight into soone inside, who whistled frivolously: "Yo, Ling Yin, what’s this about?"
The person looked him up and down, mocking and teasing: "Isn’t this the tailor? Drunk like this, where are you hauling him off to? Reeking of alcohol, polluting the air; be careful, the boss will finish you."
"Screw off." Ling Yin gave him two words.
"No, co on." Little Yan suddenly stepped back into the elevator, even helpfully pressing the button to close it, leaning coolly against the wall. Ling Yin couldn’t do anything about him, so he chose to ignore him.
"So, what do you an by this? Out of nowhere, you insist on finding a tailor to make clothes for , and now you’re bringing him to the office, drunk like this. Be careful he doesn’t puke on you."
As soon as he finished speaking, the closed elevator echoed with the sound of retching.
"......"
With a ding, the elevator opened, and soone quickly jumped out, followed by Ling Yin, who was covered in vomit, carrying Hua Hua, and calmly returned to his office.
The sour sll perated the air, and even the secretaries at the office entrance could not help but see Boss Ling in his misery.
The man himself remained unfazed, casting a glance at the two secretaries: "Xiao Wen, go prepare a bowl of sobering tea for my office."
"Yes!"
"Little Yi, go prepare two sets of clean clothes."
"Yes!"
Ling Yin walked swiftly into the office, laying the person down on the bed in the lounge. Instead of dealing with the stains on his own coat, he first headed to the restroom, wet a towel, and returned to the lounge to wipe away the gri from Hua Hua’s mouth and neck.
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