98: C98 Gong Mingchuan Was Drunk

C98 Gong Mingchuan Was Drunk

He was drunk, hurt, unconscious. . .

Le Youyou slowly got off the bed, put on her clothes, and prepared to leave immediately.

Now that he was unconscious, it was a good time for her to leave.

When she passed by him, the man suddenly grabbed her ankle and whispered like a child, "Don't leave, don't leave me behind. . . " His voice was like a child's, and it had a hint of weakness. "Mom, I was wrong. I won't do it again. . . "

This weakness seemed to have never appeared on him before.

What? He actually called her mother?

It turned out that he was unconscious and did not recognize her!

"My good son, I will not abandon you!"

She used a little strength in her foot to kick him away, opened the door, and rushed out.

After rushing downstairs, Le Youyou's footsteps became slower and slower.

For some reason, she suddenly thought of the wound on his forehead.

If he did not treat it, would he continue to bleed?

Le Youyou thought for a while and finally turned around and returned to her room.

Downstairs, Xiang Chen and Heizi, who were hiding in the dark, looked at each other. There was a trace of relief in each other's eyes.

If young madam kicked the young master and ran away just like that, the two of them would definitely catch her.

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Le Youyou saw Gong Mingchuan lying on the ground like a drunkard and pulled the light out. She called the maids to help him up and let the maids out.

She took the medical bag and started to treat the wound on his forehead.

He was really drunk. He was so drunk that he kept calling her mom.

"Mom, I'm sorry. . . Don't leave me behind. . . "

"It's not my fault that big brother died. . . "

Was his big brother's death related to him?

He had never mentioned his dead big brother in front of her. . .

"Okay, good son, I will forgive you. . . " Le Youyou replied to him as she took advantage of him and used a cotton ball to wipe the wound on his forehead.

After all of this was settled, he suddenly got up and leaned against the bed, vomiting. . .

The ground was filled with the smell of blood and alcohol. . .

Le Youyou pinched her nose and dragged the floor dry. She called Heizi, Xiang Chen, and the others to drag him to the bathroom and give him a bath.

After the bath, she fed him the hangover soup and dragged him to the bed.

Heizi and Xiang Chen looked at each other and retreated. Le Youyou let Gong Mingchuan lie on her lap and help him dry his hair.

Gong Mingchuan struggled for a long time again. He hugged her waist and talked in his sleep for a long time. Suddenly, he shouted in a daze, "I am thirsty. . . I am dying of thirst. . . "

Le Youyou poured him a glass of water and passed it to his mouth, but he shouted again, "Hungry!" He seemed to be a little anxious and shouted arrogantly like a child, "You are so slow. Do you want to starve me to death. . . "2

Le Youyou was helpless and could only go downstairs to see if there was anything to eat in the kitchen.

The maids all fell asleep. The fridge was filled with cold milk and vegetables.

She personally cooked a bowl of noodles and carried the steaming hot bowl of soup upstairs.

However, the man was already lying on the bed and sleeping quietly.

This man had tormented her for so long and in the end, he actually slept so soundly. Silence. . .

Le Youyou placed the bowl of soup on the small coffee table and sat beside him. She looked at his tranquil sleeping face and sighed.

She did not know why, but she thought of her elder sister again.

On the island in the past, in the cold winter night, two men and women relied on each other for warmth.

At that time, was Gong Mingchuan also lying beside his sister like this?

And was her elder sister like the current her, looking at this man's tranquil sleeping face and handing over all of her heart?

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