The ghost business girl of rebirth

Chapter 127 A Fat Beat (2)
"Yes." Song Qifeng nodded again.He looks sober now, but in fact he is really drunk, his mind is a mess, otherwise he wouldn't be so open-minded.

Meng Yiguang smiled when he heard the words, but his eyes were as cold as a knife: "How much did you drink?"

Song Qifeng stretched out two fingers and shook them.

"Heh," Meng Yiguang chuckled, recalling the speed of the convertible car, his voice became more gentle, "If you are socializing, it can't be two taels, right?" quantity.Of course, this is not absolute. At the wine table, in order to keep a gleam of sobriety and continue to fool the other party, they usually bring a special drinker.

"No." Song Qifeng shook his head this time.With this shaking, I felt more and more heavy in my head, quickly raised my hand to support my head, and said two words loudly: "Two catties!"

"Okay, Brother Song, you're pretty good." Meng Yiguang squeezed her fingers with a smirk, and there were crackling noises at the joints. She felt that it was not easy for her to wait for such an opportunity to teach Song Qifeng a lesson, and she must not waste it.

Song Qifeng didn't realize it, he giggled twice: "Thank you, thank you."

When Meng Yiguang saw how stupid he was, his hands immediately itched unbearably, and he rushed to hold Song Qifeng down and beat him up.

Her idea is actually very simple——

Song Qifeng drank the wine.

What the hell is not two taels, not two cups, but two catties.

Being alone, drinking in a daze, asking questions and answering them, I have never been so honest when I was sober.

This guy drove the car as if nothing had happened, and drove all the way home.

Such unhealthy tendencies must be severely cracked down and must not be tolerated.

Song Qifeng had already drank a lot, and he drove with the roof open to let the wind blow.Although his face was as usual, he smelled strongly of alcohol.Now the whole person is dizzy, his hands are limp and limp, facing Meng Yiguang whose internal energy is running and not lacking in strength, he can only be beaten.

If it was someone else, Meng Yiguang wouldn't bother to care if he was drunk and driving.But Song Zhengming and his wife only have such a biological son. For him, Mrs. Song has stayed in Wutong City all year round, and the family has devoted so much effort to him.Meng Yiguang couldn't imagine what the family would be like if Song Qifeng had something.

This person is not too young, and he is also cautious in dealing with people on weekdays. Why is he so careless this time? The Song family is not without conditions. If he drinks too much, he can just ask the driver to pick him up.Like Song Zhengming, if he had a little drink, even if it was only a sip, he would never drive by himself.

Song Qifeng's wine taste was good, he didn't get drunk, he didn't talk too much, and he didn't talk nonsense.It doesn't matter, he will answer when other people ask, and he pretends to be the same as usual, which is very good at bluffing people.

Even at this time, he was well versed in the truth that a person who understands current affairs is a hero, so he struggled a few times at the beginning and found that being completely suppressed was useless, so he gave up resisting, didn't he just suffer a few times?

Meng Yiguang used his strength, compared to her previous times where she either didn't make a move, or made people lie down when she made a move, this time it wasn't too heavy, but it wasn't too light either. She wanted to make people remember, not to tickle people.

Song Qifeng's muscles and bones were all loosened. He also knew that this was at his own home, so he didn't have to worry about embarrassment: "Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The cook looked curiously again, hesitating whether to rush out and rescue the young master from Miss Yiguang's hands.The butler, Yun Zhan, walked over slowly, watched the sibling battle in the living room with great interest, raised his hand, and gave the cook a wink.

The cook frowned worriedly, shook her head and walked back to the small kitchen, sighing softly in her heart: Miss Yiguang is really a woman, beating the young master is like playing.

Meng Yiguang stopped his hands with black lines all over his face, stood up straight, looked down at the grinning Song Qifeng condescendingly, and asked coldly, "Say, do you still dare to drive after drinking?"

Song Qifeng blinked his eyes, and touched the corner of his lips with his tongue: "Boom, it's broken."He raised his hand and rubbed his cheeks, carefully glanced at Meng Yiguang who was surrounded by black air, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Don't dare."

Meng Yiguang looked at him indifferently, saying that teaching a drunk person was meaningless, he might not remember it after he woke up from sleep.Ordinarily, Song Qifeng drank alcohol, no matter the person he brought, the other partner, or even the hotel, he would not let him drive back by himself. What happened?

Drunk driving is no small matter, it's just playing with your head on the steering wheel.The people around Meng Yiguang had a difficult life, so they cherished their lives very much, and couldn't do such a thing of making fun of their own lives.

Could it be because Fang Zhiran hasn't been caught up yet?She shook her head secretly, glanced at the butler standing not far away with her hands down, and said calmly, "Go and prepare hangover soup."

"Yes." Yun Zhan nodded slightly, glanced at her, turned and walked towards the kitchen - as soon as Song Qifeng came back, he asked the cook to prepare it, and it will be ready for use right away.Song Qifeng was drunk, so he might not be able to feel it, but he could see clearly that Meng Yiguang avoided all possible vital points, and even the strength was just right.

Yun Zhan went to the kitchen to bring hangover soup in person. Meng Yiguang stared at Song Qifeng and said in a deep voice, "Drink it."

Song Qifeng probably was still a little dizzy, looking at the dark soup with a troubled expression on his face, he really didn't like the taste.

"Do you want me to feed you? Huh?" Meng Yiguang saw him dawdling, and the anger in his heart seemed to rise again.

Yun Zhan handed the hangover soup to Song Qifeng, staggered a few steps, and stood aside to act as the background.This kind of Meng Yiguang gradually merged with the person in his memory, obviously with good intentions, obviously smiling, but his eyes were cold.

He glanced at Song Qifeng, then quietly lowered his eyes, hiding the cold light in them.He had only been in the Song family for a short time, and it was the first time he saw Song Qifeng drunk. This person is really happy.

Song Qifeng was very reluctant, but still pinched his nose and gulped down the hangover soup. Meng Yiguang handed the empty bowl back to Yun Zhan, and said with a smile, "Go to bed early."

Yun Zhan glanced at Song Qifeng who was frowning and winking with bitterness on his face, and nodded with a smile.

Meng Yiguang casually picked up Song Qifeng, and leisurely went upstairs.When she arrived at the door of Song Qifeng's room, she put the person down and made him stand against the wall. She opened the door and patted Song Qifeng's shoulder: "Reflect on yourself."

Having said that, Meng Yiguang felt that with Song Qifeng's current state, he might just throw himself on the bed and fall asleep.

After Meng Yiguang finished speaking, he turned around and was about to leave when Song Qifeng grabbed her hand suddenly: "Yiguang."

His palms were sweaty, and it felt cool against her wrist.Meng Yiguang stopped and turned to look at him: "Huh?"

There was no drunkenness in Song Qifeng's eyes, but he felt a little embarrassed when she looked at him. After hesitating for a while, he finally choked out three words: "I'm sorry."

(End of this chapter)