Chapter 181 Getting drunk

"Hello, is this Miss Shiyangshi?"

An unfamiliar male voice came from the other end of the phone, mixed with the faint sound of music.

Shiyang frowned in confusion, but still responded softly: "I am, who are you?"

"There is a gentleman here who is drunk and doesn't seem to be feeling well. I think he wanted to call you just now. Please see if you want to come pick him up. Our store is closing."

Shiyang: "..."

She subconsciously glanced at her phone to make sure that the call she was receiving was indeed Fu Jingchuan's and not a scam call.

The word drunk has nothing to do with Fu Jingchuan.

The Fu Jingchuan she knew was strict and self-disciplined. He only drank as much as he wanted, let alone being drunk.

She couldn't imagine what Fu Jingchuan looked like when he was drunk.

"Ma'am?" The other end of the phone couldn't hear Shiyang's reply, so he called her politely.

Shiyang came back to his senses: "What happened to him?"

"It seems that he was drunk and didn't feel well. He was lying on the table to rest. He didn't respond when I called him." The other end of the phone responded with an anxious voice.

"Cut the video."

Shiyang said, hanging up the phone.

The other party sent the video call again.

When Shiyang got through, he saw Fu Jingchuan resting at the dining table with one hand on his shoulder and his eyes closed.

He frowned and looked very uncomfortable. He was still wearing the black suit tonight. There were a pile of empty wine bottles on the table in front of him. He had obviously drank a lot.

It's just that although he was drunk, he didn't look embarrassed at all. Although his frown looked painful, his face was still cold and calm, and he didn't look drunk at all.

The waiter holding the mobile phone reached out and gently pushed Fu Jingchuan's shoulder: "Sir?"

Fu Jingchuan's face just wrinkled in pain, but did not respond, as if he was trying to endure physical discomfort.

"You see, that's what he is like." The waiter on the other end of the phone worried. "He doesn't even respond when I call him. I don't know what's going on."

Shiyang stood up subconsciously: "Where is your store? Send me the address."

She went out and took the key to the entrance, and said to him as she walked out: "Please help me keep an eye on his condition. If anything goes wrong, call an ambulance immediately."

"OK."

After the other end of the phone finished speaking, he hung up the phone.

Shiyang stopped a car downstairs and took a taxi to the address sent by the waiter.

Along the way, I felt anxious, conflicted and confused.

She called Ke Chen: "Vice President Ke, Mr. Fu seems to be drunk. Please go and take a look."

"ha?"

Ke Chen's first reaction was to check his phone to make sure he had answered the wrong call.

"No. 8 Wenhui Road." Shiyang reported the address to him, "Go and have a look."

Ke Chen: "Huh? Oh, okay."

Shiyang hung up the phone.

When she rushed to the restaurant, Ke Chen hadn't arrived yet, and the waiter was already waiting for her at the door.

"Are you Miss Shi Yangshi?"

Seeing her hurried in, the waiter politely stepped forward and asked.

Shiyang nodded and glanced at the bar: "Where is my friend? How is he now?"

"Still resting."

The waiter said as he led Shiyang to the private room.

The box door was pushed open, and Shiyang saw Fu Jingchuan in front of the dining table. He still maintained the half-concealed look with one hand on his face in the video just now, his brows were still furrowed, but his face looked better than before.

The waiter looked at Shiyang apologetically: "Madam, please see if you can take him back first. We are about to get off work."

Shiyang glanced at him, nodded hesitantly, and then looked at Fu Jingchuan at the dining table.

Even though he was drunk now, he still sat upright and good-looking, without showing any signs of depression.

"Fu Jingchuan."

Shiyang called him softly.

Fu Jingchuan's frown moved, but he did not open his eyes.

Shiyang walked to the table, squatted down in front of him, looked at him, and called him softly: "Fu Jingchuan?"

While shouting, he hesitantly stretched out his hand to push him, but before his fingertips touched his shoulder, Fu Jingchuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked at her, his dark eyes deep and cold.

Shi Yang's hand stretched out to his shoulder paused, and he hesitated to take it back. Fu Jingchuan suddenly reached out and grabbed her wrist, staring at her with dark eyes that were so cold and deep.

Shiyang didn't know whether he was drunk or sober.

She had never seen Fu Jingchuan drunk.