Outright Favoritism Chapter 613: : Shang Yu is drunk

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At eleven o'clock in the night, the meal was finally over.

The group went home individually, but Zong Yue declined Luo Yu's offer to send her off, and drove back to Jingwan Villa by himself.

Entering the door, Zong Yue threw her bag on the entrance cabinet, beat her stiff shoulder, walked into the dark living room and poured a glass of water, and sat on the sofa in a daze.

Tonight, some uncles seem to be in a bad mood.

They didn't eat a few bites of a meal, and they drank most of the time.

In Zong Yue's mind, they are all unmatched figures. What else can make them frown?

She couldn't figure out the reason for this question, so she asked Qiaoqiao, but she didn't get a specific answer.

Zong Yue lay on the armrest of the sofa with her eyes closed, her thoughts confused.

In half asleep and half awake, she vaguely heard the sound of footsteps coming from the stairs.

Zong Yue opened her eyes abruptly, half propped up and cast her gaze.

There is no light in the living room, only the night light in the corner reflects the slender figure of Li Jun.

He is still wearing a shirt and trousers. He seems to have just returned, frowning and looking at Zong Yue with a sullen expression, "What did you do at night, why didn't you answer the phone?"

Tonight, he made three calls to Zong Yue, but she didn't answer them.

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Zong Yue rarely refuses to answer the phone so willfully. Li Jun is worried that something will happen to her, so he simply changed clothes and plans to go out to find her.

The tone of Li Jun's question was slightly stiff and domineering, his eyes pierced, as if a flame was burning.

Zong Yue was startled and touched the phone subconsciously, only to find that she was wearing a skirt and the phone was put in her purse.

"Have you called me?" She said as she walked to the hallway, she found the phone in her bag and unlocked it to see Li Jun's missed call.

Zong Yue was a little annoyed, returned to the living room to look at Li Jun's unhappy brows, and whispered: "I didn't hear it."

While eating, she kept chatting with Qiaoqiao, and she never expected Li Jun to call her.

The number of times he takes the initiative is very few, even if the WeChat message he sent from drunk last time, the next day he perfunctorily said that he had no impression.

Zong Yue expects him less and less. It's not that he doesn't love, but that he has become accustomed to such a dull and watery way of getting along.

If you want to hear love words from Li Jun, it can only be an illusion.

Zong Yue went up the stairs and wanted to explain a few more words, but the man in his field of vision turned around and walked to the study.

There is no reason, she is a little vacant.

Zong Yue stood on the steps and sighed, glanced at the study, and turned back to the master bedroom.

In the study, Jun Li irritably placed a cigarette. It was already twelve o'clock, half a cigarette, he remembered one more thing, and quickly took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket and called his assistant. Calls.

"No need to look for it, you can go back and rest."

The assistant was rushing to Nanyang Science and Technology Park at this time. Hearing Li Jun’s words, he quickly asked: "Secretary-General, has the madam come back? I will be in my wife’s company in ten minutes. No..."

"Don't go, she's back, you rest early."

Actually, on the one hand, Li Jun arranged for an assistant to find someone, and at the same time, he was also preparing to drive out to the police station by himself.

After all, the police station finds people the fastest.

Zong Yue has no friends in Nanyang.

Whether it is out of responsibility or obligation, Li Jun can't sit at home with peace of mind and wait for her to come back.

Now that the man is back, although he is relieved, he is still bored.

She was lying on the sofa just now with a look of sorrow, as if she was thinking deeply, and she didn't seem to worry about work.

Ten minutes later, Jun Li returned to the master bedroom and saw Zong Yue sitting on the bed, wiping her hair, wrapped in a bath towel.

Her skin is not that milky white, but a healthy wheat color.

But the body is well-proportioned and the skeleton is beautiful.

Especially her collarbone, the curved arc extending to the shoulders on both sides is just right.

Li Jun rolled his Adam's apple, put on his pajamas and lay on his back on the bed.

Zong Yue wiped her hair half dry, turned off the light and got into the bed.

Only the even breathing of each other can be heard in the dark room.

Zong Yue turned his back to Li Jun, and fell asleep after a while.

So much that she couldn't hear the deep question, "Who did you go to dinner with tonight?"

According to Li Jun's straight male personality, he rarely takes the initiative to intervene about Zong Yue.

On the one hand, he didn’t want to put her under any psychological pressure, on the other hand, he always thought that Zong Yue had always done things with a sense of measure.

But tonight, he felt inexplicably... After she entered the workplace, she seemed to have a secret.

……

At the same time, the commercial vehicle drove back to the Nanyang Mansion.

Jin Rong fell asleep on the way back. At this moment, Liu Yun and Mochizuki took him to the guest room.

In the car, Li Qiao leaned sideways by the window, watching Shang Yu sitting like a mountain beside her, raised her eyebrows, "Can you walk?"

"Of course." The man smiled slightly, got up and bent over and got out of the car.

Li Qiao looked at his figure with interest, automatically ignoring Shang Yu's already blurred gaze.

He drank too much, still graceful and calm, but he laughed more than usual.

Shang Yu's wine is very good, even if he is drunk, he is not noisy, but he has become more arrogant and self-sufficient.

At night, the temperature in Nanyang Mountain was a bit low, and Li Qiao got out of the car behind him and took his hand to pace forward.

But Shang Yu didn't move, standing still looking at Li Qiao drunkly.

His eyes were as deep as ink, and he was drunk at this time, and when he looked at her, he became more tender and affectionate.

The man opened his lips, his voice was thick and hoarse, "Goodbye, is it cold?"

Li Qiao glanced at her casual suit, then at Shang Yu, she swallowed the word'not cold'.

She wanted to see what uncharacteristic things a drunk man can do.

Therefore, Li Qiao nodded her head seriously, "cold."

The falling rain and chasing the wind, who stopped next to him, quietly turned and walked back.

Then Li Qiao saw Shang Yu raising his well-proportioned fingers and slowly unbuttoning his shirt.

She was taken aback for a moment, and she held down the back of his hand dumbfounded, "What are you doing?"

The man took her hand to his lips and kissed him, and continued to unbutton the other hand, "I'll give you the clothes."

Li Qiao: "..."

He only wore a black shirt, and gave her the clothes, intending to walk around the mansion with his upper body naked?

Li Qiao's mouth twitched twice, she took his hand, smiled and shook her head, "It's funny."

Shang Yu lowered his head slightly, the smile on his lips became deeper, "You said it is cold."

Li Qiao wiped her face. Can she argue with a drunk man?

She sighed heavily, took him to the mansion, "it won't be cold when you enter the house."

"Good too." The man's expression was exceptionally unpredictable.

Li Qiao faintly glanced at him, already beginning to regret her impulse.

After finally pulling Shang Yu into the living room, as soon as he sat firmly, Li Qiao turned his head and found that the shirt buttons on his chest had been fully opened.