It's a death sentence whether you stick your head out or pull it back.
Anyway, there's a reason. I guess if I explain it, Mother-in-law will believe me.
Shen Yi parked the car steadily, got out, and went to the back seat. Fu Nanzhi had fallen asleep by then, with her head tilted and breathing evenly.
Cheng Jun beside her had also quieted down. Apart from occasionally tugging at the seat belt on her chest, she didn't make any other movements.
Shen Yi guessed that she probably found it too tight, but he couldn't untie it for her even if it was.
He leaned over and untied Fu Nanzhi's seat belt. Looking at her peaceful sleeping face, Shen Yi couldn't bear to wake her up. So he reached out his hands and gently picked her up.
Holding Fu Nanzhi horizontally in his arms, Shen Yi leaned over to close the car door to prevent Cheng Jun from running out on her own after he left.
He stepped on the moonlit path, where the silver glow covered the ground, shining on both people and shadows.
The moonlight cast a glow on Fu Nanzhi's eyebrows, making her fair face look like that of a goddess. Lying in Shen Yi's arms, she murmured,
"Water... water... I want to drink water..."
Hearing this, Shen Yi couldn't help but quicken his steps. He leaned close to her ear and whispered softly,
"Be good. We'll be home soon. I'll get you some water."
The path wasn't long. In a few steps, Shen Yi reached the door of No. 114. He let go of one hand and put Fu Nanzhi's legs down to the ground.
"Ding-dong."
He rang the doorbell and waited. Shen Yi carefully pushed the hair that had fallen on Fu Nanzhi's face to the side.
"Who is it? Is it Nanzhi?"
A questioning voice came. As the door opened, Ji Shulan's figure appeared.
"Oh, it's you..."
Ji Shulan saw Shen Yi, and her expression was neither good nor bad.
Before she could say anything else, she saw Fu Nanzhi standing unsteadily beside him and asked in surprise,
"Nanzhi? What... what's wrong with her?"
Shen Yi quickly explained,
"Auntie, it's nothing serious. Nanzhi just drank a little too much tonight and fell asleep."
Hearing this, Ji Shulan's face didn't look very good either. She sized up Shen Yi and said,
"Drank too much?
She never likes to drink. Who did she drink with?"
Although she said so, out of love for her daughter, she immediately stepped aside.
Shen Yi immediately picked up Fu Nanzhi and walked inside. He couldn't count on Ji Shulan alone to handle her.
As he walked inside, Shen Yi tried to make up an excuse,
"Nanzhi had dinner with Cheng Jun tonight.
The two little sisters were happy, so they just drank a little more."
When they reached the living room, Shen Yi put Fu Nanzhi on the sofa and stood up, saying,
"Auntie, don't worry. It's just red wine."
Ji Shulan followed closely behind. Hearing this, her expression softened a little.
"Cheng Jun?"
She sighed when she heard this name.
"They're getting along well again. When they were kids, they even fought over toys. Who would have thought it would be like this now?"
The two families were old friends, and the two girls had been close since childhood. It was a pity that they weren't a boy and a girl, otherwise they could have arranged a childhood engagement to make the relationship even better.
Now they couldn't become in - laws, but if their friendship could last, as an elder, she was happy to see it.
Thinking this way, Ji Shulan still frowned slightly when she saw Fu Nanzhi lying unconscious on the sofa.
She couldn't help but nag,
"You shouldn't drink like this even if you're happy.
You young people really don't know how to exercise self - restraint..."
Shen Yi didn't expect to be implicated while standing beside. Being subtly pointed out by Ji's mother, he could only force a smile and say,
"Auntie, you're right.
I'll definitely pay attention next time and never let her drink too much again."
Ji Shulan wasn't an unreasonable person. After nagging for a while, she looked at Shen Yi standing still and said,
"Okay, I know you've had a hard time. Thank you for your trouble."
Shen Yi quickly waved his hand and said with a smile,
"It's not a trouble. Auntie, what are you saying.
Nanzhi's business is my business."
Ji Shulan didn't comment on this. Instead, she said,
"It's late at night. Is it convenient for you to go back? Do you want to stay here for the night? There are plenty of rooms."
Reading between the lines, Shen Yi knew it was just a polite offer.
Not to mention that Cheng Jun was still outside in the car. Even if there wasn't, he couldn't stay here overnight when Fu Nanzhi was drunk.
"No, thank you, Auntie. I still have something to do, so I won't disturb you."
Shen Yi declined.
Hearing him say this, Ji Shulan just went along and said,
"Okay, um... is it Xiao Shen? Then I won't keep you.
Pay attention to safety on the way."
"Sure."
Shen Yi waved and said hello as he walked out,
"Goodbye, Auntie. I'll be leaving now."
Just as he was about to reach the door, Shen Yi suddenly remembered something and immediately turned back to say,
"By the way, Nanzhi just said she was thirsty. Remember to give her some water to drink."
"I know."
Ji Shulan replied and added,
"Xiao Shen, you can come to our house for dinner more often in the future."
"Okay, I'll come and taste your cooking when I'm free."
Shen Yi responded and closed the door behind him as he left.
All the way back to the car, Shen Yi looked back and couldn't help but apologize before turning on the air - conditioner.
Because he had left in a hurry and locked the car for safety reasons.
Cheng Jun in the back seat was so hot that a row of fine sweat had oozed from her forehead. She had unconsciously undone two buttons on her chest, revealing her fair swan - like neck and a large expanse of creamy skin.
The cool breeze quickly filled the car, and Cheng Jun's expression relaxed a lot.
Then she tossed her head from side to side and murmured,
"Go... home... go home..."
Starting the car, Shen Yi stepped on the accelerator and drove onto the road, saying without looking back,
"I know we're going home.
You're going home, and I'm going home too. What's the difference?"
All the way back to the old residential area, Shen Yi parked the car in the parking lot.
Using the same old method, he picked Cheng Jun up from the back seat. He also didn't forget to pick up her handbag and phone.
Cheng Jun was tall and slender, and a bit on the thin side. Shen Yi carried her all the way up to the third floor in one breath.
When they reached the door of the rental house, he supported her with one hand to keep her standing.
He unzipped her handbag and started looking for the house key under the sensor light.
The handbag wasn't big, and he rummaged through it in a few seconds. There were bank cards, an ID card, a little cash, hand cream, and wet wipes.
The only thing that could be called a key was the car key.
Shen Yi couldn't help but look at her body again. She was wearing a white knee - length skirt on the bottom, and there were no pockets on it.
The small suit on the top had pockets on both sides, but they were just fake decorations.
He couldn't find the key anywhere on her. Shen Yi couldn't help but pat her face and leaned over to ask,
"Hey, wake up.
Where did you put your house key?"
Cheng Jun was woken up. She opened her eyes sleepily, looking at Shen Yi blankly and still confused about the situation.
Seeing this, Shen Yi repeated the question. After a long time, Cheng Jun suddenly let out a silly laugh,
"Hehehe..."
After laughing, she leaned on his shoulder and didn't move.
Helpless, Shen Yi had no choice but to turn around and open his own door and carry her in.
He laid Cheng Jun on the sofa on her back. Shen Yi took out her bag, phone, etc., and put them all on the table.
Looking at her with her head down and hair scattered, Shen Yi complained,
"Sorry, I couldn't find the key. You'll have to make do for one night.
Don't blame me when you wake up tomorrow."
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