Sweet Wife, be Good!

Xiaoyi has been put to sleep by Qiao Jin. Although Qiao Jin said she was going to drink, she actually didn't drink much.

After all, to take care of children, she has never been willful enough to make herself truly drunk.

Qin Tianlan picked up the wine glass and said: "He Xiasheng, this time things are done fairly, and I am a little surprised at him. You think, if he really didn't care about this thing, wait until the building takes shape. Qiao Jin realized that this design was her own. At that time, how angry and upset she should be? But at that time, she couldn't do anything, right? The rest is really only anger."

Jiang Yuche tilted his head to look at Qiao Jin.

Qiao Jin said with a smile: "This matter is considered to be my indirect acceptance of his kindness. But no matter how much he is responsible for his work, it is just work."

"Come on, drink." Jiang Yuche looked very relaxed.

...

"Mr. He? Mr. He?" Han Dong saw that He Xiasheng hadn't come out for a long time, and pushed the door in.

At a glance, he saw his hands propped on the sink, blood on the joints of his right hand, blood oozing out, had been taken away by the water on the sink, and flowed into the sink.

"Mr. He, what's wrong with you?" Han Dong was very surprised, "Would you like to buy medicine for you?"

"Go to the room." He Xiasheng took a step, faltering.

Han Dong responded and immediately reached out to support him.

He Xiasheng has a lot of entertainment, and has reserved rooms in several big hotels in the city for emergencies.

In the past few years after Qiao Jin left, the number of times he stayed in hotels has increased significantly.

The restaurant where this entertainment is tonight has its own hotel room.

Han Dong quickly sent him to the room.

"Mr. He, are you okay?" Han Dong shook his body and found that he was already drunk a little unconscious.

He put down He Xiasheng and turned to get the medical kit.

"Don't go..." He Xiasheng whispered, and reached out and took his wrist.

Han Dong couldn't laugh or cry: "Mr He, I'm Han Dong."

He Xiasheng threw him away, with unspeakable dislike in his actions.

"Mr. He, do you want Miss Qiao to take care of you?" Han Dong suddenly felt blessed and thought of this.

This time, He Xiasheng did not move.

Han Dong took it as his acquiescence.

From Han Dong's point of view, He Xiasheng's treatment of Qiao Jin's things really deserves death, no matter how much he abuses him.

But he was the closest person to He Xiasheng, and he naturally knew what He Xiasheng did for Qiao Jin, and he also knew that he was completely different to Qiao Jin.

So he must create this opportunity between the two.

...

Qiao Jin was eating, and Han Dong called.

She frowned before picking it up.

What's the matter with these two people? Calling two by one tonight, is there something wrong with it?

Qiao Jin went to the balcony and began to speak into the microphone: "Hey, Assistant Han."

"Miss Joe, can you come over?"

"what's up?"

"That's it, Mr. He is drunk..."

"What does it matter to me?" Qiao Jin had to hang up after speaking.

"Miss Qiao, wait! Mr. He is really very drunk and injured. He is completely unconscious and is in danger of passing out at any time. Besides, he is still calling you in his mouth. Name, no one can get close to you, I think you may really be the only one who can help Miss Qiao."

Han Dong's tone was very sincere, with a trace of sorrow: "Miss Qiao, I'm really begging you. Come over! I'll send you the hotel address immediately!"