Chapter 1270: 1379
Although he didn't go to jail, Qin Yumeng had been very unlucky. A few months after the car accident of Si Zhengping and his wife, she lost her new job. She was rejected by large and small companies in Beijing and had to go back to her hometown.
After Shu Ange broke Qin Yumeng's social account, she found her old-fashioned photos from her album.
After all, she is now in her fifties. When she returned to her hometown thirteen years ago, she gave birth to a daughter.
After Qin Yumeng was kicked out of Beijing, she didn't have much peace in her hometown. Her daughter was a junior, but she was discovered by the principal. After beating her up in the street, her reputation in her hometown was completely bad.
After many years of wasting, Qin Yumeng took her daughter to marry an honest man.
She played cards and flirted with people every day. She even put on makeup when she was old, and she didn't take her daughter to study hard. She dropped out of school at a young age, and then she simply eloped with a gangster.
These were all discovered by Shu Ange when she looked at Qin Yumeng's Moments, which made her feel somewhat relieved.
But it wasn't enough. Qin Yumeng had been at large for so many years, and it was time to pay for her actions.
When Shu Ange closed the notebook, it was almost twelve in the morning.
Today is Si Yunting's birthday. She hasn't given him a birthday present yet. Thinking of this, Shu Ange can't sit still.
At this point in time, it is not easy to prepare the right gift.
Just as Shu Ange was thinking about what gift to give Si Yunting, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly came from the study.
Shu Ange was startled, thinking that he was ill again, and rushed to the study in a hurry.
As soon as she opened the door, a choking smell of alcohol rushed over. Shu Ange took a closer look, Si Yunting was leaning on the seat, the empty wine bottles were placed on the table, and two others rolled onto the floor.
How much alcohol did he drink? He almost fainted when he smelled it.
Shu Ange pinched his nose, walked over to Si Yunting and asked softly, "Young Master Yun, Young Master Yun, how are you?"
Si Yunting's face was crimson, as if he had applied rouge, and there were some wine stains on the corners of his lips.
He was very drunk, but he didn't vomit, so there was only the smell of smoky alcohol in the room.
Seeing that Si Yunting's eyes were tightly closed, Shu Ange tried to straighten his body, only to realize that there was a photo album under him.
Shu Ange opened the album and found that it was full of photos of Si Yunting's family of three, and some of the photos included grandparents and other relatives.
Seeing the gentle smiles of Si Zhengping and his wife in the photo, Shu Ange's heart was heavy, and it was unspeakably uncomfortable.
On this special day, Si Yunting couldn't let go of his parents the most.
"Dad, Mom..."
Si Yunting closed his eyes and murmured his parents' names.
Shu Ange put down the album, bent down and patted his back: "Yun Ting, be good, don't be sad."
Her voice was very gentle, and Si Yunting was so drunk that he leaned into Shu Ange's arms in a daze.
Shu Ange was stunned for a moment, then took a deep breath, sat on the chair, and let Si Yunting lean against his arms.
The drunk Si Yunting was like a big child, full of dependence and hugging Shu Ange's waist.
"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."
Shu Ange hummed the birthday song softly while stroking Si Yunting's hair.
In this way, he is fragile and distressing, without the ruthlessness and ruthlessness of a domineering president.
The soft and beautiful birthday song, like a trickling spring, nourishes Si Yunting's heart.
He leaned against Shu Ange's arms and hummed coquettishly, "Headache... it hurts."
This guy, being so coquettish is really killing people.
Shu Ange asked Si Yunting to lean on his knees and massaged his shoulders, neck and head.
After the massage with her skillful hands, Si Yunting no longer screamed about pain, and his breath became calmer.
After pressing for a while, Shu Ange asked softly, "Are you asleep?"
No one answered, Shu Ange thought for a while, with Si Yunting's character, if she dragged him to the bathroom to take a shower and woke up with a hangover tomorrow, she would probably be fired in a rage.
Today is a special situation. He slept like this for one night and woke up tomorrow to clean up.
After making the decision, Shu Ange took a deep breath, picked up Si Yunting with all his strength, kicked open the door of the study with his toes, and carried him into the bedroom.
During the whole process, Si Yunting was in a coma, his fair face was flushed, and his lips were moving.
Shu Ange put Si Yunting on the bed, bent down and took off his shoes and socks, and then knelt on the bed to adjust his sleeping position.
After finishing it, she shook off the silk quilt and planned to cover it for Si Yunting and leave. Unexpectedly, he suddenly wrapped his arms around her waist and put his face on her: "Accompany me...don't go."
His hot breath blew on Shu Ange's waist.
Whether to open his hand cruelly, or stay with him, Shu Ange patted Si Yunting on the back after struggling for three seconds, and said softly, "Good, I'm not leaving, I'm here to accompany you."
As she spoke, she lay down slowly, and patted Si Yunting's back, he hugged her waist tightly, leaning in her arms, his frowning frowned, gradually entering his dream.
Shu Ange covered the quilt and turned off the light.
As for what will happen to Si Yunting when he wakes up tomorrow - that's a matter of tomorrow.
Today is Si Yunting's birthday, and Shu Ange doesn't want him to spend it alone.
Maybe because of the intoxicating smell of alcohol, she slept soundly, and didn't wake up until eight or nine in the morning.
Si Yunting hugged her domineeringly, his thighs clinging to her waist, and through the thin suit pants, she could even feel the stiffness of his man.
The word Chen/Bo floated into his mind, and Shu Ange awkwardly pulled out his arm from the back of Si Yunting's head, wanting to get out of bed quietly and leave.
At this moment, Si Yunting suddenly opened his eyes.
The four eyes were facing each other, his deep eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of fog, his eyes were a little less sharp and a little more ignorant.
"hi"
Shu Ange said hello with a dry smile, Si Yunting returned rationally and pushed Shu Ange off the quilt.
Si Yunting breathed a sigh of relief when he found that the two were neatly dressed.
"Young Master Yun, it's like this... You were drunk last night, I sent you to the bedroom, and then you pulled me and wouldn't let me do—"
"go out."
Before Shu Ange finished speaking, Si Yunting sat up from the bed, put his hand on his temple, and said two words coldly.
She got out of bed barefoot and asked with concern: "Does your head still hurt? I'm going to cook some hangover soup, do I need anything else?"
Her concern made Si Yunting feel a little uncomfortable.
The two of them slept in the same bed all night. She was a woman, he was a man, and it stands to reason that he was the one to apologize.
Although he was very drunk last night, Si Yunting vaguely remembered that he saw his mother last night, and then pulled the other party away.
Combined with the scene he saw when he woke up, he should have recognized the wrong person last night and forcibly kept Shu Ange by his side.
"No, you go out."
Si Yunting's tone softened a little.