Strange in public! Trying to conceive in private! Pampered and kissed every night.

Chapter 105 Qin Yuhe, I'm kissing you.

Qin Yuhe carried Song Xinya out of the bar.

The crowd gathered at the entrance remained layered upon layered.

The third master of the Beijing circle glanced at the bar manager.

The bar manager understood immediately and waved to the crowd: "Everyone, disperse! Stop blocking the door. Go eat, have fun, do whatever you want."

A huge crowd walked into the bar.

The bar manager escorted Third Master towards the second floor.

At the top of the stairs, a man walking down blocked Third Master's path.

Third Master looked up, his eyes widening in surprise: "President Qin!"

Qin Hanxiao glanced towards the doorway: "What happened over there?"

Third Master: "Just now..."

Traditionally, the father is called President Qin and the son is called Little President Qin. However, this is not the case in the Qin family. Everyone calls Qin Yuhe President Qin and Qin Hanxiao Old President Qin.

Third Master dared not address Qin Yuhe by his full name, and said, "Chairman Qin was here just now."

Qin Hanxiao's face darkened.

Third Master pretended not to see it, preferring to offend Qin Hanxiao rather than Qin Yuhe.

Besides, Qin Yuhe is currently the chairman of the Qin Group.

Qin Hanxiao: "What's he doing here?"

Third Master recounted what had just happened.

Qin Hanxiao was quite surprised that Qin Yuhe would fight over a woman!

Is this still the same son who always maintains composure and propriety?

Qin Hanxiao smiled, things were getting more and more interesting.

.........

Beside the Rolls-Royce, as Qin Yuhe reached for the car door, to prevent Song Xinya from falling out of his arms, he raised his leg and shoved her hard in the buttocks with his knee.

He didn't control his strength well and used too much force, causing the woman in his arms to cry out softly, "My butt hurts."

She covered her buttocks with her hands: "Don't touch my little bottom."

If this were any other time, when Song Xinya was sober, she would never have said these words.

But at this moment, she was drunk, her brain was practically mush, she was twenty-five years old but had the intelligence of a five-year-old, and she spoke with a childlike tone.

Qin Yuhe's lips curled into a smile: "Hold onto my neck, I need to free one hand to open the car door."

Song Xinya lifted her body slightly, her slender white arms encircling his neck, her warm, damp palms pressed against the back of his neck.

Her soft, delicate body pressed against his, fitting him perfectly.

Qin Yuhe reached out and opened the car door. The woman in his arms whimpered, "I don't want to ride in the car."

Qin Yuhe paused in his act of putting her in the car: "If you don't take a car, how are you going to get back?"

Song Xinya: "Carry me back."

Qin Yuhe scoffed, "You lied to me, and you expect me to carry you back?"

Song Xinya buried her face in his neck and rubbed against him, not daring to speak.

Qin Yuhe put her on the ground: "Stand still."

Song Xinya stood there crookedly.

A strand of hair clung to her face. Qin Yuhe raised his arm, trying to tuck the hair behind her ear.

"Ah—" Song Xinya opened her glistening lips and cried out, covering her head with her hands.

"What, you think I'd hit you?" Qin Yuhe was genuinely amused by her action.

"You're so fierce," Song Xinya sniffed, looking aggrieved. "I've never seen you so fierce before."

She saw him hitting someone in the bar earlier.

He punched a grown man so hard that his mouth bled.

She was a weak woman; he could easily send her flying to the moon with a single punch.

Qin Yuhe put his finger to his forehead. How had he been mean to her? He had simply put her on the ground and told her to stand up straight, and she accused him of being mean to her.

Heaven can bear witness, he didn't say a single harsh word.

But the drunk woman didn't see it that way. She turned her body away from him, squatted down, lowered her head, and looked extremely aggrieved: "I'm angry."

A little liar got angry.

Where does she get the audacity to be angry?

Qin Yuhe lowered his head, his gaze heavy, looking at the woman squatting at his feet.

After a moment, he let out a sigh.

Forget it, why bother getting angry with a drunk person?

He squatted down, his tall frame pressing his palm against her head, and said in a coaxing tone, like he was speaking to a child, "Don't be angry, I won't yell at you anymore."

Song Xinya asked matter-of-factly, "Do you know you're wrong?"

Qin Yuhe: "...Understood."

Song Xinya continued defiantly, "What did you do wrong?"

Qin Yuhe: "...I shouldn't have been so harsh with you."

Song Xinya: "Will you do it again next time?"

Qin Yuhe: "...I won't do it again."

Song Xinya: "Okay, I won't hold it against you this time. I'll forgive you in a magnanimous way."

Qin Yuhe remained silent.

Song Xinya: "How can you be so rude? I said I forgive you, you should thank me."

Qin Yuhe: "...Thank you."

Song Xinya patted his head: "You're welcome."

Qin Yuhe, a 29-year-old man, was treated like a child as she patted his head.

He looked at the woman patting his head: "Miss, can we leave now?"

Song Xinya: "Okay, but I don't want to ride in the car. I want to get some fresh air."

She suddenly stood up, her vision went black, and she fell to the ground like a giant scallion.

Qin Yuhe grasped her arm, helped her steady, and squatted down again, his tall figure facing away from her.

"Get on, I'll carry you."

Song Xinya looked at the man squatting at her feet and said with dissatisfaction, "But you didn't want to carry me just now."

Qin Yuhe: "I'm willing now, my ancestor."

Song Xinya: "Okay, I'll reluctantly let you carry it once."

Qin Yuhe: "Thank you for your great kindness, Your Highness. This servant is deeply grateful."

Song Xinya smiled sweetly, her eyebrows curving upwards, and leaned against his back.

Qin Yuhe held her legs with both hands, stood up, and carried her slowly forward along the sidewalk.

The streetlights cast a dim light, stretching the shadows of the two people on the ground.

The summer night breeze was neither hot nor cool, blowing on her soft hair. A strand of hair brushed against his face, tickling him a little. Qin Yuhe didn't say anything, letting her hair stick to his face.

Song Xinya lay on Qin Yuhe's back, her arms wrapped around his neck.

Am I heavy?

"It's not heavy, it's very light."

"Aren't you tired of carrying me?"

"I'm not tired, I have plenty of energy."

Are you sweating?

No, I don't sweat.

Time passed second by second, and he carried her on his back for a very long time.

For a while, Qin Yuhe didn't hear Song Xinya speak.

He bounced her up a little.

"Song Xinya, are you asleep?"

"no."