Mi Qian thought she understood her thoughts, and was afraid that she would be criticized by her superiors, so she explained seriously:
"I know him. He...he is my brother. If you tell your boss that he was picked up by his family, your boss will not scold you."
After saying this, Mi Qian nodded towards the woman and wanted to continue pulling her away.
"Wait... wait. Then how can I confirm your identity, what if you are not the one? Little girl, why don't you go back by yourself first? I will send this gentleman to the hotel. He will go back when he sobers up tomorrow."
The woman looked at her in disbelief and stepped forward to take Qiao Chunqian.
Mi Qian stepped back with difficulty, avoiding her hand.
What she said made sense, but I just didn't want to hand people over to her.
Mi Qian thought for a while, stretched out her free hand, raised his drooped head, and struggled to open his eyes:
"Qiao Chunqian, Brother Qiao, Brother Qiao, wake up."
After calling for a while, Qiao Chunqian opened his eyes and glanced at her with misty eyes.
"Brother Qiao, look, who am I?"
Mi Qian guided his answer.
Qiao Chunqian hesitated for a while, as if he was thinking carefully about it. After half a minute, he slowly uttered two words, "Qianqian."
He looks extremely well-behaved, and his serious and old-fashioned mask is taken off, revealing his cute side, which makes people want to reach out and squeeze him.
Mi Qian twirled her lowered hand in vain, imagining that feeling in her mind, feeling that the bad taste in her heart was being satisfied.
Then he looked to the other side,
"I can take the person away now. It was Brother Qiao's secretary who called me and asked me to pick him up. If he doesn't go back, the secretary will come to your boss."
The woman had no choice but to stomp her feet and turn around and enter the inner room, quite angry as if her plot had not succeeded.
Mi Qian struggled to hold her up again, and the two of them stood together like conjoined twins, staggering toward the parking lot.
After finally pushing the person into the passenger seat, Mi Qian asked Qiao Chunqian, who had half-opened eyes,
"Qiao Chunqian, please put your seat belt on."
Then he walked to the driver's seat, just inserted the key and started it, and casually glanced to the side.
Qiao Chunqian's eyes actually closed, and he just leaned back in his position, with a leisurely posture and a comfortable sleeping posture.
The seat belt is not fastened either.
He usually takes care of Mi Qian, but now everything is reversed, and Mi Qian feels a little interesting.
She leaned over and helped him buckle his seat belt. When she got up, she saw that he was sleeping peacefully and comfortably, as calmly as a little prince.
Mi Qian was a little weirdly excited and a little shy, and she flicked his excessively long eyelashes.
When someone seemed to open her eyes, she immediately put her hands on the steering wheel and pretended that nothing had happened.
On the way back, Qiao Chunqian was also too quiet.
He was quite calm when he was drunk, but he was so big after all. When she got out of the car, she spent a lot of effort to get him back to the apartment and send him to his room.
Mi Qian carried the man and threw him hard on the bed, dispelling Qiao Chunqian's sleepiness.
He squinted his eyes, opening them only a slit, blocked by his long eyelashes, so no one knew he was awake.
Mi Qian twisted her neck and shook her arms to relieve the pain on her body.
As soon as he lowered his head, he saw that Qiao Chunqian's face was red and hot, his lips were dry, and he looked very uncomfortable.
Mi Qian clicked on her phone, opened the search software, and entered word by word.
'How to relieve the uncomfortable feeling after drinking alcohol? '
Hangover soup?
She opened the door and walked to the kitchen.
After a fuss, I finally managed to avoid setting the kitchen on fire.
Mi Qian looked at the strangely colored unknown object in the small pot, thought for a few seconds, and finally gave up the evil idea of serving it to Qiao Chunqian to drink.
She took out a disposable paper cup from the locker, poured one-third of boiling water into it, and filled the rest with cold water.
She carried a cup of warm water at the right temperature to Qiao Chunqian's bedroom.
Mi Qian didn't know that Qiao Chunqian only drank, no, only a few drops of red wine on his lips. Seeing how drunk he looked, she thought he drank a lot.
Seeing how uncomfortable and thirsty he was, I guessed that drinking some warm water would make him feel better.
Well, the main reason is that she really can't make hangover soup.
After she left the bedroom, Qiao Chunqian opened her eyes, not half-opened or squinting in confusion, her eyes were fully open, no different from their usual appearance.
He felt that his current state was very strange, like being drunk but not drunk.
His eyes were not hazy, his consciousness was a little unclear, but he seemed to be very awake, his head was a little high, and his whole body seemed to be burned by fire.
It's not all pure heat.
The longing and restlessness spreading from the bottom of his heart tortured Qiao Chunqian, who was always restrained.
Most people are like this. After being patient for a long time, they will be extra indulgent when they are released.
Qiao Chunqian sat up from the bed, pulled hard on the tie in front of his white shirt, and then grabbed the collar and pulled it open. A small piece of skin was exposed, and the loose black tie hung weakly on his chest.
Savage and indulgent, these two words can only be used to describe him now, which is completely different from the strict self-restraint he used to have.
He sat quietly on the bed for a while, and suddenly heard footsteps getting closer and closer outside the door.
Qiao Chunqian didn't know what he was thinking, so he stood up following his instinct and walked towards the door.
"La la la huh huh."
It was the girl's brisk humming tone.
The sound of footsteps approached, and with a click, Mi Qian opened the door.
There was a shadow in front of her eyes. Mi Qian looked up. Qiao Chunqian put one hand on the wall beside the door and looked down at her with doubtful and confused eyes.
"You're awake, would you like a glass of water?"
Mi Qian only noticed Qiao Chunqian's still dry lips, raised the paper cup in her hand and said happily.
In Qiao Chunqian's sight, the girl in front of him had bright eyes and moist and full lips, as if something was tempting him.
He is very thirsty, biting it will definitely quench his thirst.
Once this thought appeared in his mind, he could not suppress it.
Qiao Chunqian lowered his head and decided to follow his inner voice and kiss those tempting lips. When he was about to touch her lips, Mi Qian shrank her head back and spoke in confusion.
"What's wrong Joe..."
Before he finished speaking, the hand holding the water was held on top of his head, and the other hand held the back of his head. As he turned, he was pressed against the door panel. Qiao Chunqian kissed him deeply without hesitation.
"Snapped."
The water glass fell to the ground, and the water drops soaked the hems of their clothes.
The color of the black trousers is even richer, like a bottomless cave that pulls people in.
The light-colored skirt was decorated with beautiful "petals", and a slight coolness clung to her legs. Mi Qian let out a soft "hiss", and the person who sucked her lips found the opportunity to stick his tongue in and start patrolling the territory.
"No……"
Mi Qian mumbled words with unclear meaning, and pushed the domineering man in front of her with her unfettered hands.
