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Chapter 107 After Getting Drunk...

Half an hour later, the side of the table where no one was sitting was piled high with plates, oyster shells, and empty beer glasses.

It seems to be more than double the amount of the twelve cups Han Qi initially ordered.

The reason we didn't add more was simply because we didn't have many usable beer glasses left.

After obtaining permission from Zhuo Tong and Han Qi, the shopkeeper could only use the cups they had already finished drinking from to continue adding more water.

Zhuo Tong, her face slightly flushed, looked troubled and tightly gripped Han Qi's hand holding the wine glass, stopping her from drinking any more wine.

The latter's consciousness had long since drifted off to who-knows-where, his face as red as the untouched fresh beef on the table.

His eyes were almost closed, and he was still talking nonsense, swaying wildly back and forth and left and right.

"Han Qi, you're already drunk. You really can't drink anymore."

"No, no, I'm so happy today, I just want to drink a little more. Anyway, I don't have class tomorrow, so I can sleep in as late as I want."

"Hiccup~"

The gas that had been building up in his beer was released all at once through this burp, filling Zhuo Tong's face with the aroma of malt and jasmine.

Han Qi opened his eyes with difficulty and chuckled:
"Senior, will you drink with me?"

"I can still drink, but if you drink any more, you'll really black out."

Zhuo Tong was very troubled.

For some reason, Han Qi barely ate any of the grilled beef, except for the oysters he kept eating; he was too busy drinking.

Of the first dozen beers served, Han Qi drank eight by himself. His stomach was filled with nothing but oysters and beer; he didn't eat any staple food or vegetables.

As a result, a lot of beef was left ungrilled, and even the restaurant's signature Austrian pork belly was left uneaten.

During this time, the waitress who knew Han Qi noticed that Han Qi was drunk and quickly came over to urge him to drink more.

As a result, Han Qi gently pushed her away:

"Leave me alone. I hate it when people try to tell me what to do. I'll drink if I want to, so what?"

"My mom won't let me drink it, so why won't you let me drink it either?"

With no other option, she could only ask herself to take good care of Han Qi.

Fortunately, she still listens to what I say.

I told her not to drink anymore. Although she said she wanted to drink and was still holding the glass tightly in her hand, she showed no intention of raising it to drink.

Unfortunately, she had already drunk too much, and by the time the effects of the alcohol kicked in, it was too late to persuade her to stop.

The people who came to eat around them sat in their seats watching Han Qi make a fool of himself, and some even took out their phones to record it.

Zhuo Tong herself was fine, but she just didn't want Han Qi's reputation to be affected.

So he personally went up to them and asked them not to take photos or videos.

I used to take care of drunk people, including some who went on a drunken rampage, but none of them were as rebellious as Han Qi.

Fortunately, after she was completely drunk, she lay down on the chair and fell fast asleep, which calmed her down a bit.

However, figuring out what to do with her became his biggest worry.

The best option is, of course, to send her back to her school dormitory, where she will live during her university years and where her roommates can take care of her.

Of course, we could take her home, but judging from what she said when she was drunk, her relationship with her mother might not be very good.

I especially dislike her drinking, otherwise she wouldn't have been drinking so much tonight.

"It seems we still need to send her back to school. We can have her counselor, Chu Yun, contact her roommates to pick her up at the school gate."

"After all, I am a working professional. If I were to take a drunk female college student back to her dorm, the news would probably be all over the campus confession wall the next day."

Zhuo Tong took out his phone, about to call his counselor Chu Yun, when he suddenly received a rainstorm warning from the Shenzhen Meteorological Bureau. The next moment, a thunderclap streaked across the sky, and the rain poured down without warning.

No, there were still some signs.

At least until today, the weather was mostly cloudy, with the sun occasionally shining through without any obstruction.

For example, the night Zhuo Tong had dinner with Bai Wei.

The shopkeeper hadn't opened the umbrellas beforehand, so Zhuo Tong and Han Qi were instantly soaked by the rain.

He could only carry the drunk and asleep Han Qi into the room.

Fortunately, they ran fast enough that neither they nor Han Qi were completely soaked.

But nowadays, people wear thin short-sleeved shirts in the summer. When the clothes get wet, they stick to the body, and if this goes on for a long time, it's easy to catch a cold or fever.

Zhuo Tong could only quickly ask Qi Shuangxue to help him buy a few new clothes from the mall that he could wear immediately.

We have to think about how to settle Han Qi once again.

Fortunately, when I followed Han Qi into this business district, I noticed that there was a high-rise hotel at the top of this building.

So they simply booked a single room so Han Qi could rest comfortably in the hotel room, and then had Qi Shuangxue help her change her clothes.

perfect.

Three minutes later, with the help of hotel staff, Zhuo Tong rushed into the presidential suite.

Along the way, people helped open doors, press buttons, and carry things, providing excellent service.

The issue right now is not about service quality.

Although I changed to a princess carry to avoid pressing on her stomach with my back.

But Han Qi still kept gagging, feeling like he was opening a blind box, thinking he would throw up at any moment, and was filled with anxiety.

So she didn't dare to stop walking at all, for fear that she would vomit while still outside.

Fortunately, the "carrying target" successfully reached its destination. Zhuo Tong led Han Qi and Qi Shuangxue into the room and quickly closed the door.

Zhuo Tong casually grabbed a towel and hung it around her neck, then dried her hands, took the men's clothing that Qi Shuangxue had bought, and turned to leave.

"Assistant Qi, could you help me change my clothes? I'll wait outside."

Qi Shuangxue was somewhat taken aback. Wasn't her boss Han Qi's brother? Why wasn't her brother handling this matter, and instead, she, an outsider, was in charge?
Although she didn't know, Zhuo Tong knew perfectly well.

Although her relationship with Han Qi seemed good, it was definitely not to the point where they could have physical intimacy.

Or rather, Han Qi just gets along so well with everyone, and I'm just a little closer to him than others.

Besides, I am a gentleman, and taking advantage of someone's misfortune is not something I can't do, at least not now.

Qi Shuangxue nodded, holding a towel in one hand and clothes in the other. Just as she was about to close the door, Han Qi, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes.

She looked at Qi Shuangxue in front of her with a blur, slapped away the other's hand that was trying to get closer, and suddenly became agitated:
"Get away! I hate you, get away from me!"

As she spoke, she seemed to have a helpless expression on her face, and she kept retreating into the corner of the bathroom until she had nowhere left to go.

Two streams of hot tears even slid down her cheeks, and for a moment it was hard to tell whether they were tears or rainwater left on her body.

"Boss... what... what do we do?"

Qi Shuangxue left the bathroom, unsure of what to do next.

Zhuo Tong glanced at Han Qi, who was huddled in the corner of the bathroom, sobbing silently with her head in her hands:

"Let me do it."

(End of this chapter)