Mr. You, Please Dote On Me

Shiyao raised her liquor and gulped down one shooter after another.

“Oh, my dear, how could you drink like that?”

Qiao Fei swung his sexy waist sitting next to Shiyao and snatched all her liquor.

“What are you doing? Give it to me!”

Flushed, Shiyao hiccupped as she tried to take back the glass from Qiao Fei’s hand.

“Give me!”

Shiyao, with her eyes reddened, had wanted to shout at him, but ended with sexy and seductive sounds.

“Go ahead. Drink yourself to death.”

Qiao Fei sulkily gave the glass to her. Anyway, there was not much liquor in it, so he might as well send her home after she got drunk.

“What happened? Is there anything unpleasant? Tell me, I can comfort you.”

Qiao Fei held his chin with one hand, stared at the beautiful face of Shiyao, who was more fascinating after getting drunk.

“Piss off! I was slandered. They said I killed someone…” Shiyao mumbled. Qiao Fei’s jaw dropped.

“Kill people? Are they kidding? You even dare not to kill a fly. How can you kill a man?”

“Hehe, God knows. Ji Manqing fell down and accused me of pushing her. I didn’t even touch her. Who knows she would lose her baby?”

Shiyao filled the cup, took a swig of wine and was accidently choked with tears.

“Qin Wen, yeah, that bitch, she played tricks on me and loathed the coffee I made.”

Shiyao cried loudly holding the empty bottle.

“All right, Yaoyao, stop crying. It’s all those bad women’s fault, not yours.”

Qiao Fei took out the tissue to wipe Shiyao’s tears, patting her back gently as if he were pampering a child.

He felt very protective of Shiyao. This stubborn girl, who suffered endless grievances where no one else can see, was kind and tender, but never treated with kindness by the world.

Seeing Shiyao was blind drunk, Qiao Fei helped her up and wanted to send her home, fearing that she would be taken advantage of in such a crowded place as the bar.

“Leave me alone!”

Shiyao pushed Qiao Fei away and staggered back a few steps before her soft body fell in strong arms.

“Oh, you….”

Qiao Fei suddenly looked up and met You Ze’s dark eyes.

“I am gonna take her home.”

You Ze took off his coat, wrapped it around Shiyao and carried her up in his arms.

Qiao Fei frowned, still a little uneasy. Although You Ze was excellent, he couldn’t take advantage of Shiyao so many times.

“Enough!”

You Ze raised his eyebrows, looking at the woman in his arms with a soft voice.

“I take my wife home, any problem?”

With this, You Ze left via the main exit with Shiyao in his arms, giving no chance for Qiao Fei to respond.

“She is your wife?”

Qiao Fei covered his mouth in surprise.

“Damned girl, how dare you not tell me such an important thing?”

Qiao Fei looked at You Ze’s back discontentedly, and then smiled with relief.

Finally someone would protect the little girl.

Shiyao sat in the passenger’s seat in a daze, singing and crying.

You Ze never met a woman like her. The women who had access to him were all young ladies of noble birth or iron ladies, and only Shiyao was wild.

Shiyao waved her arms and touched You Ze’s thigh by mistake.

“Eh?”

Shiyao squinted and leered at You Ze’s angular profile.

“Hey, man, you’re handsome.”

Shiyao’s soft hand moved around You Ze’s thigh, and the careless provocation stimulated You Ze.

“Shiyao,” You Ze shouted with a long face to stop her. If it went on like this, He would lose control.

“Haha, look at you. You are shy.”

Seeming to have remembered something, she leaned helplessly on the back of the seat and sighed.

“If I had not been married, I would have slept with you!”

“Actually speaking, I could sleep with you even so. My husband is a host, anyway. What should I worry about?”

While speaking, Shiyao chuckled again.

You Ze pursed his lips. If the woman had not been drunk, he would have thrown her out of the car.

It seemed that he had to find an opportunity to impress Shiyao by teaching her a lesson so as to let her know whether her husband was a host.

After a while of laughter, the car pulled up outside the You Family.

When You Ze opened the door, Shiyao had already fallen asleep, so he carefully held her up.

Jiang Fengyi, who had been waiting in the living room, didn’t ask any questions. She just asked You Ze to take care of Shiyao.

Shiyao fell drunk on the big bed, confused and tossing back and forth.

You Ze came to Shiyao with hangover-cure soup, and held her head up very carefully.

“Come on, take it.”

Shiyao obeyed You Ze, sticking to him like a cute little fish.

“Why, why don’t you like me? I don’t care if you don’t like me. I can be alone! But why should I always be wronged, embarrassed and despised by all?”

Shiyao held You Ze’s arm and muttered.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“I must be a CA and the best stewardess! I’ll let those who have looked down on me regret!”

You Ze gently rubbed Shiyao’s hair and touched her burning face with his big hands, his eyes revealing pity on her.

“What a silly girl.”

As the desire for her got more and more intense, You Ze slowly bent down, nearly pressing his lips on Shiyao’s.

“Eww….”

Maybe it was because of the hangover-cure soup. Shiyao vomited badly on the bed, the clothes, and everywhere.

You Ze held back the urge to swear, clenched his fist and helplessly entered the bathroom.

…

It had been noon of the next day when Shiyao woke up.

Shiyao sat up knocking her dizzy head, confused.

“Oh, my head….”

Shiyao took out her phone from her clothes and turned it on!

“Oh no,”

It was already half past eleven, and she was definitely late for work.

Shiyao looked around the room with annoyance and found no sign of You Ze.

‘Is he angry with me for creeping out alone to drink? No, I was drinking at Qiao Fei’s. How did I come back?’

Thinking of her madness after being drunk, Shiyao regretfully covered her head.

“Lady, are you awake?”

The servant knocked on the door respectfully and brought the meal to Shiyao.

“You were drunk last night and brought back by the master. He said that you could have a good rest today and he had asked for a day off for you.”

Shiyao looked at the delicious and elaborate meal and bit the chopsticks, dropping her head in embarrassment.

It seemed that You Ze was quite generous.

“I felt bad yesterday and had a drink for relaxing at Qiao Fei’s bar. Sorry I forgot to tell you.”

Shiyao took out her phone and explained briefly to You Ze.

Two minutes later, You Ze’s reply came in.

“Hmm.”

Shiyao threw the phone to the bedside discouraged, “Humph, why should I explain to him?”

It was already 1pm when Shiyao finished breakfast happily.

Touching her round tummy, Shiyao idly lay on the big bed.

“Ah, it’s so nice not to have to work.”

Shiyao took out her phone and idly swiped the screen when a call popped out.

“Hey, bitch!”

The moment she answered the call, she heard Qiao Fei’s piercing voice.