In the early morning, a ray of warm sunlight poured through the thin clouds, and the hazy halo hit the thin quilt, quiet and serene.

Yan Shiqi's curly eyelashes trembled a few times, and the back of his white hand was attached to the top of his head and patted it gently.

Headache.

The room was quiet and could only hear the sound of her breathing, and she opened her eyes half-fed, and her misty eyes were stunned for a moment.

In front of her is a gray background wall, with European-style gallery lamps hanging on both sides, simple and atmospheric solid wood furniture, and a gray silk quilt on her body, which is completely unfamiliar.

Yan Shiqi sat up suddenly, the quilt slipped off her shoulders and was slightly cool, she looked down and saw that she was wearing a white suspender chiffon pajamas, and she was not feeling unwell, but she could ...... Who helped her change her clothes?

Further to the left, the bedside table was neatly arranged with the clothes she had worn yesterday, apparently washed.

Yan Shiqi lifted the quilt and got out of bed, stepping on the soft Persian blanket, a little at a loss.

Where is this?

She remembered going to a music bar again last night, and then she drank a little too much, as if someone had shown up.

Yan Shiqi knocked his head irritably, and drank the broken piece, but it was okay!

Skirting the bed, picking up his clothes, and just as he was about to take off his pajamas, the door was knocked twice and opened.

Yan Shiqi subconsciously hugged his clothes in front of him, turned his head to look, and his eyes were full of puzzlement, "Excuse me, here is ......"

The middle-aged woman at the door was wearing an apron, and she was obviously surprised for a moment when she saw Yan Shiqi, and then said with a smile: "Miss, you wake up, go downstairs for breakfast, Mr. is still waiting for you!"

Mr?

After speaking, the other party hurriedly turned around and left, Yan Shiqi opened his mouth, suppressed the doubts in his heart, changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Yan Shiqi walked down the steps, his eyes full of doubts, until he saw the man sitting at the dining table, he blurted out in surprise, "Qin Baiyu?"

The man held a cup of coffee in his hand, took a sip, and his expression was indifferent, "Awake?"

Yan Shiqi looked down at himself, there was nothing wrong, walked to the table, and stared at him puzzled, "This is ...... Your home?"

"Hmm. ”

"Why am I here?"

Yan Shiqi looked at the handsome and gentle man, different from the suit he wore when he went to work, at this time he was only wearing a knitted thin shirt, casual dark gray trousers, sitting at the dining table with coffee, like a leisurely and comfortable nobleman.

The man put down the cup and said flatly: "You are drunk, and you happened to meet." ”

"So you just took me back to your house, isn't it?"

"Otherwise?" Qin Baiyu raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes were cold, "Leaving you alone in the bar?"

Yan Shiqi choked, a little emotional, and couldn't get used to seeing the man look taken for granted, so he retorted with his chin high, "That's ...... Then you can send me home. ”

Hearing this, Qin Baiyu's eyes dimmed slightly, looked at her deeply, and said meaningfully: "You vomited last night, crying and making trouble, and kept shouting Pei Tang ...... in your mouth."

"Thank you for bringing me back!" Yan Shiqi clenched his fingers and gritted his teeth to interrupt the man's narration.

She bowed her head slightly, her brows lowered and tinged with unease and exhaustion.

Holding Qin Baiyu and shouting Pei Tang last night?

She's so bad at drinking?!

Yan Shiqi stood at the table and frowned, and his eyes were in full view of the man.

His thin lips were slightly sideways, he picked up the Ipad on the side, and said in a calm tone: "Sit down to eat, and let the driver take you home in a while." ”