My Youth Began With Him

3181 Su Yu is a Crybaby 11

"Whoa. Dr. Huo, you're a woman with a kinky taste."

"Haha! Honey, can we have a nice chat? Please don't tease me, okay?" Huo Mian couldn't stop laughing.

"It's you who mentioned the whip with spicy oil, right?" Mr. Qin looked innocent.

"That's great. We can move from proclamations of love to the Bridge of Forgetfulness and Madam Meng, then to sexy underwear and a whip with spicy oil. I'm quite dizzied by our jumpy thoughts. No one can catch up with us…"

"We don't need others to catch up with us."

"Hahaha! Honey, I think I'll call you Sharp-tongue Qin."

"Hello, wife of Sharp-tongue Qin." Mr. Qin was quite witty.

Huo Mian: "…"

Finally, Huo Mian admitted defeat in her verbal battle with Mr. Qin.

After a long day and a good dinner, she soon became sleepy.

Snuggling in Qin Chu's arms, she sank into a deep sleep and even snored slightly. She looked adorable.

But Qin Chu couldn't sleep. In the days after Huo Mian disappeared, he hadn't had a full night of sleep.

After doing the surgery on him, the professor had warned him not to take that drug again, not even when he couldn't sleep.

He held Huo Mian tightly in his arms as if he was afraid that she'd disappear the moment he loosened his arms.

He knew it was a sickness to love Huo Mian in this obsessive way.

To put it nicely, it was a bone-deep love. To put it not so nicely, he felt he wasn't any different from Huo Siqian.

He knew he couldn't go on like this and must change; meanwhile, he didn't want Mian to know about it.

So before he left, he had told everyone not to tell Huo Mian about his psychological problem because he didn't want her to worry about him.

Meanwhile, in another suite, Lu Yan was in a good mood and had emptied three bottles of red wine in less than three hours.

Qiao Fei wasn't a fan of alcohol. Seeing Lu Yan drink so heavily, he became even more alert in case of danger. They'd both be dead if he wasn't careful.

"Psycho Qiao, you don't want even a small glass of it?"

"No. It's expensive. In our family, one money squanderer is enough for us," Qiao Fei said with a straight face.

"Hahaha! Nonsense! I'm loaded. Even if you drink Louis XIV every day, I can afford you for the rest of your life. If you can't drink it all, you can use it for bathing."

Lu Yan was a bit tipsy, looking quite happy.

"Forget it. I don't want to waste money on baths with Louis XIV. I know you're in a good mood, but you've had enough of the wine. It's not good for your health if you get drunk."

"What? Not good for my health? Do you think I'm afraid of that? I live in the present and enjoy myself whenever I can."

She cocked her head with the glass of red wine in her hand; then she drained the remaining half of wine in the glass in a very hearty way.

Then she just fell asleep with her head leaning on one side…

"Do you want a bath later? Shall I draw it for you now?" Qiao Fei asked.

Receiving no response from her, Qiao Fei put down his cellphone and saw Lu Yan was asleep.

Exasperated, Qiao Fei shook his head; standing up, he walked over with a blanket and tucked it around her.

At this moment, the doorbell rang.

"Who is it?"

"Young Master Qiao. It's me, Amy." A woman's voice came.

"Oh. Do you want to talk to us?"

"Yes."

Qiao Fei was a very cold guy and was indifferent to everyone except for Lu Yan.

He kept minimum contact with Lu Yan's subordinates no matter if they were men or women.

Hearing Amy needed to talk to them, he had no choice but to open the door.

Opening the door, he saw Amy standing at the entrance dressed in a black dress with a low neckline; she had exquisite make-up on her face.

"What's up?" Qiao Fei was as cool as usual.