My love-brained brothers spoil me to the skies

Chapter 234 Nangong Jin, I Love You

As things became more and more confusing, Nangong Jin became more and more uneasy. After all, in this world where the strong prey on the weak, she was too insignificant.

Perhaps she was too bored, so she asked Su He to meet her at a bar. The environment in the bar was nice, without loud music or noisy crowds. There were only some people who had just got off work and were partying, sitting in groups of three or four and chatting.

Nangong Jin was not good at drinking, so she only ordered fruit wine with a very low alcohol content. She held the wine glass with both hands, and she looked out of place with the surrounding environment.

"Junior sister, I'm sorry, I was a little busy today, so I'm late!"

Su He was very surprised that she asked him to meet her in the bar. After all, he knew that the other party could not drink much. He guessed that something must have happened to make Nangong Jin behave so abnormally.

"It's okay. I just got here not long ago. What would you like to drink, brother?"

"Since you want to drink, I'll accompany you. A glass of whiskey, thank you."

Nangong Jin stared at him blankly for a few seconds and then smiled.

Su He felt distressed when he saw that although she was smiling, her eyes were filled with worry. So he took out a thick document from his briefcase and handed it to her.

"Although I haven't seen you much recently, the investigation into that matter is going quite smoothly. I believe that in the near future, I will be able to..."

"Brother," Nangong Jin interrupted him crisply, "Go back to China."

Su He looked at her in confusion, "What did you say?"

"I don't want to investigate any further. It's too tiring. It's better to work comfortably like I did in England," Nangong Jin picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine. "So, don't continue investigating. Go back!"

Su He was half-believing and half-doubting what she said, "What about you?"

"As for me, you know, wherever he is, I'll be there! I don't want to be separated from him. Besides, my mom is being taken care of by Uncle Zhou and the others, so I feel relieved!"

As soon as she finished her words, she tilted her head back and took another big gulp of the wine. The spicy and sour taste of the wine still made her frown.

"This wine doesn't taste good at all! Hiccup..."

Nangong Jin complained as he put the document into his bag.

Su He looked at the man who said he would not continue the investigation but took the document away, and smiled helplessly.

His junior sister is really silly and cute.

At this time, Nangong Jin's face began to turn red. She lay on the table, muttering to herself, and holding Su He's hand tightly. It was obvious that she was drunk.

Su He leaned over curiously and put his mouth close to hers, wanting to hear what she was muttering. As expected, he was not disappointed, as every word was about He Zichen.

Su He raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp. He stared at the empty glass for a few seconds, then took out his cell phone and made a call.

"Junior sister, I can only help you up to this point."

After a while, when the man came, Su He picked up his briefcase and left the bar directly.

The visitor looked at Nangong Jin, whose face was flushed, and tenderly stretched out his hand to help her tidy up her messy hair. "You don't know how to drink, but you still want to drink. What should I do with you?"

At this moment, Nangong Jin, who was originally drunk, suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the person who was coming. The other party was so scared that he quickly withdrew his hand and turned to leave.

"He Zichen, are you He Zichen? Hiccup." Nangong Jin grabbed the other person's hand tightly with amazing strength.

Before the person could say anything, Nangong Jin suddenly stood up and shook off the other person's hand with disgust on his face, "No, you fake, you are not him, hiccup... He is taller than you and much more handsome than you!"

Nangong Jin pushed the other person with his hand, "You ugly bastard, come here, I have a boyfriend, don't bother me...hiccup..."

Then Nangong Jin's body went limp and he almost fell to the ground, but luckily the person who came quickly caught him in his arms.

"Nangong Jin, this is the first time someone has called me ugly since I was a child."

He could only helplessly pick up the unconscious Nangong Jin and leave the bar.

"President," Eleven walked up quickly and was shocked to see He Zichen hugging a woman. When he got closer, he realized it was Nangong Jin.

"Let me do it, President, your..."

"No need, I can still carry her. Let's go back to her home."

He nodded at eleven o'clock, immediately opened the car door, let them in, and then quickly returned to the driver's seat.

He Zichen held Nangong Jin in his arms. He looked at her greedily because they had not had such close contact for a long time.

However, the drunk Nangong Jin was not at all restless. Her small hands were touching him all over and her body was twisting restlessly, causing He Zichen's originally pale face to begin to turn rosy.

"Be good, we'll be home soon. Okay?"

He lowered his eyes and looked at the person who was still rubbing against his chest. He suddenly felt a little overwhelmed. Nangong Jin's soft lips always brushed across his neck inadvertently, but after all, this was the person he loved, and he had no way to do anything to her.

"He Zichen...He Zichen..."

Along the way, Nangong Jin kept repeating his name, and every call made He Zichen's heart soften.

It was not until he carried Nangong Jin back to the bedroom and settled her down that He Zichen pried open her hands that were clutching her clothes, and Nangong Jin started to act like a spoiled child, holding him tightly and refusing to let go.

"He Zichen, where do you want to go? You are not allowed to leave."

"I, I'm not going anywhere. I'll go get you a glass of water, okay? Let go first and wait for me here."

But the drunk Nangong Jin was unusually stubborn, "I won't listen, hiccup...you stay here with me and sleep, you are not allowed to go anywhere..."

Without even opening her eyes, she hooked her arms around his neck and kissed him. The softness between his lips and teeth instantly broke down the rationality that He Zichen had maintained for so long.

The two people hugged each other tightly, constantly biting and sucking each other, constantly plundering each other's breath.

Until Nangong Jin fell completely asleep in He Zichen's arms, "Nangong Jin, I love you!"

His voice was very soft.

The next day, a severe headache and nausea in the stomach forced Nangong Jin to open his eyes, "Um... why does my head hurt so much?"

She sat up in a daze, and that very soft voice always rang in her ears: Nangong Jin, I love you.

Am I dreaming? Did I dream about He Zichen?

Suddenly she felt a slight pain in her lips. She couldn't help but touch it with her hand, but she felt something was wrong. She then walked to the dressing table and saw that her lips were not only red and swollen, but also broken.

"This looks like..."

She looked at the broken lips and tried hard to recall what happened last night, but she had no memory of it at all.

She went downstairs nervously and caught up with Seventeen to ask, "Seventeen, how did I get back last night?"

"Miss, you came back by car by yourself."

Seeing his stuttering appearance, which was really suspicious, Nangong Jin just smiled faintly: "Seventeen, do you still want your Nangong Zhi? You know, Xiaozhi only obeys me. It seems that I should help her find a blind date!"

Her words made Seventeen feel like he was facing a formidable enemy, and he held Nangong Jin's hand tightly: "Miss, I'm telling you, but you can't tell the president..."

“What does it have to do with him?” Nangong Jin immediately reacted, “He was the one who sent me back last night?!”

Seventeen nodded obediently.

Nangong Jin seemed to hear those words again: Nangong Jin, I love you.

It turns out that was not a dream!

Nangong Jin laughed absentmindedly and walked straight upstairs. No matter how Seventeen shouted at him from behind, he did not respond.