Chapter 424 He in the Dream Is Back (4)

Her crying stopped at that moment. The man stood there and stared at her for a moment, then walked around the table, walked to her side, and sat down.

He first took away the wine bottle she was holding and gently put it aside, then grabbed her shoulders and hugged her into his arms.

There was a lot of people around, and he held her quietly in the dark booth. She leaned in his arms and trembled slightly, which made him couldn't help but raise his hand and pat her gently. Pat her back.

After a long time, he pulled her out of his arms.

He lowered his head and saw that her eyes and nose were red from crying, her face was covered with tears, and her long eyelashes were wet and stuck together. She looked so pitiful.

He sighed softly, as if helpless and distressed, then he raised his hands, held her face, and carefully and gently rubbed away the tears and snot on her face with his fingers.

Those hands are rare and beautiful in the world, with slender fingers and clear joints. From every movement, people can feel a kind of delicate care and love.

After he wiped her face clean, his fingertips fell on the wound on her forehead. He checked it gently and made sure it was nothing serious. He took out an alcohol wipe from his pocket and gave it to her. The wound was disinfected, and the dried blood around her wound was wiped clean.

His hand finally fell on her head. He stayed there for a long time, then clasped her head, raised it gently, then lowered his head, pressed a light kiss to her eyebrows, and then let go. She stood up and left.

He left for about a minute. Song Qingchun, who was sitting in the booth, suddenly sniffed and took out her mobile phone from her bag. She lowered her head, pressed on it for a while, and then sent a text message. : [I’m at MIX and I’ve had a drink. Can you pick me up? 】

When the text message was sent successfully, she put the phone back into her bag.

…

Song Qingchun blinked and looked at the studio hall where the program had been changed in front of him, frowning tightly.

Probably because of drinking, her brain was a little sluggish, and she was stunned for a while before she realized what was wrong.

She was clearly lying on the table crying just now, but now she is sitting up straight and watching the show?

She rolled her eyes in confusion, then fixed her gaze on the table. She frowned even more as she looked at the bottle of foreign wine, which had less than a third left.

If she remembered correctly, she was supposed to be holding this bottle of wine just now. Why was it placed so far away from her now?

It's really evil... Could it be that she was drunk...

Song Qingchun's last rhetorical question hadn't even been uttered in her heart. As if she remembered something, she suddenly raised her hand and touched her face.

It's dry and doesn't feel wet by tears at all...

She vaguely seemed to understand something, and she immediately sat up from the booth, carried her bag, and stumbled towards the bathroom with unsteady steps.

She almost fell down in front of the sink. She looked in the mirror and looked at her face carefully with her eyes wide open.

Her skin was fair and delicate, with no trace of tears, and even the blood stains on her forehead had completely disappeared.