Chu Yi, under Bai Tang's resentful gaze, moved all the alcohol away.
Sheng Qi turned to Zhang Xiaochu, who was trying to egg Bai Tang on, and said, "You take the notebook and follow Chu Yi's car. Run back. Hand me your self-criticism tomorrow!"
Zhang Xiaochu: "..."
Damn, he actually had to run!
"I'm sleeping here tonight!" Zhang Xiaochu challenged fearlessly. "The room's already set up!"
Sheng Qi stared at him darkly, about to speak when Bai Tang cut him off directly.
"There's no room for you!"
"But you just said I could stay on the first floor—"
"The situation's changed now!" Bai Tang interrupted him, gritting his teeth in warning. "Can't you see the beauty's here? You're a huge lightbulb—don't just stand around, get out!"
Zhang Xiaochu: "..."
"Are you seriously trying to cuckold me, huh?"
Bai Tang ignored him and urged Chu Yi, "Hurry up and get him out!"
Chu Yi held back a laugh, reached out, and grabbed Zhang Xiaochu, who was slightly dizzy from the alcohol. "Come on, I'll take you home!"
This brat had no sense of the situation!
Wasn't it better to just stay alive?
Why did he have to go and compete with the boss? Wasn't that like an egg hitting a rock?
Young people just didn't know their limits!
Under Chu Yi's forceful suppression, Zhang Xiaochu's mournful voice faded away at the door.
Bai Tang looked at Sheng Qi with starry eyes. "Beauty, what do we do next?"
Sheng Qi curled his lips, a smile that was enchantingly captivating. "Write a self-criticism!"
"What's so great about writing a self-criticism? Personally, I think this beautiful moment is perfect for lighting a candle and having a heart-to-heart talk by candlelight!"
Bai Tang blinked at him, propping her hands on the coffee table, cradling her head like a bouquet.
Sheng Qi's smile didn't waver. "If you think now's not the time for a self-criticism, then put down the pen and go run outside until you sober up!"
Bai Tang: "..."
"Heh heh, I still think self-criticisms are something that needs to be taken seriously!" Bai Tang sat up straight. "I need to seriously reflect on my mistakes tonight!"
Looking away, Bai Tang buried her head in writing the self-criticism.
Sheng Qi sat on the opposite sofa, watching her.
The entire living room fell silent, with only the sound of insects chirping outside the window, adding a touch of beauty to the night.
Seeing that she was behaving, Sheng Qi took out his phone to handle some matters.
By the time he finished and looked up at Bai Tang again, the alcohol had hit her, and she was already slumped over the table, asleep.
Sheng Qi quietly watched her, letting out a helpless sigh.
He stood up, walked over, and slowly crouched down. "Bai Tang?"
The girl lying there showed no response. Sheng Qi frowned slightly, then reached out and lifted her, laying her down on the sofa.
He grabbed a nearby blanket and covered her. Just as he was about to pull his hand back, Bai Tang suddenly grabbed it, hugging it as she rubbed her flushed cheek against his arm, finding a comfortable spot before continuing to sleep!
Sheng Qi: "..."
Was his arm a pillow?
Quietly gazing at the sleeping girl, Sheng Qi's usually emotionless eyes now rippled with a trace of feeling.
The cold aura around him dissipated, and even his sharp features softened in that moment.
After a long pause, Sheng Qi gently pried her hand away, grabbed a nearby pillow, and stuffed it into her arms.
Watching her frown in displeasure before relaxing into comfort, a faint smile involuntarily crossed Sheng Qi's lips.
Looking away, Sheng Qi's gaze fell on the unfinished self-criticism on the table.
The moment he saw the beginning, the smile on Sheng Qi's face vanished, and his complexion darkened at a visible speed.