Because he often had to drink and socialize, Cheng Chen always had antidotes in his car. At this moment, looking at Yu Luoluo's uncomfortable appearance because of drinking, the man sighed faintly and went back to his car to get two bottles of antidotes.

Go to the bed and help yuluoluo up. Cheng Chen sat on the bed, let Yu Luoluo's weak body lean on him, put the antidote to Yu Luoluo's mouth, "open your mouth and drink."

Yu Luoluo frowned tightly and looked miserable, "I don't drink... I drink too much... It's not good to drink too much..."

Cheng Chen was speechless for a while. "You know it's bad to drink too much? Drink quickly!"

Yu Luoluo closed his eyes, dressed in coarse clothes and put his small hands carelessly, "I don't drink... I don't drink... My head hurts..."

Cheng Chen could see that Yu Luoluo was really uncomfortable, so he said with patience, "obey me, and your head won't hurt after drinking."

"HMM... HMM... ok..." Yu Luoluo nodded mechanically and finally drank the bottle of antidote with Cheng Chen.

Cheng Chen put Yu Luoluo back on the bed and covered her with a quilt. Then he stood by the bed and looked at the drunk girl with complex eyes.

At this moment, Cheng Chen remembered that his clothes had been vomited by Yu Luoluo. In desperation, he had to go to the bathroom and take off his suit and shirt one by one.

Fortunately, yuluoluo didn't vomit on his suit, but on his shirt.

It was decided on an ad hoc basis. He had planned to return to Hong Kong on the same day. It is estimated that his secretary just called to tell him about the return flight.

Just then, Cheng Chen's phone rang again. It was the secretary.

In the bathroom, Cheng Chen was scrubbing his upper body with clean water while answering the Secretary's phone.

"President Cheng, the flight has been confirmed. The plane will take off in two hours. The specific flight information has been sent to your mobile phone." The Secretary said respectfully. It's already late at night, but as Cheng Chen's secretary, he must be on standby 24 hours a day.

Cheng Chen turned off the tap, wiped his body with a few pieces of paper, came out of Yu Luoluo's bathroom, looked at Yu Luoluo on the bed, and said deeply, "cancel the trip and change to the next shift."

"The next flight?" The secretary was stunned, "but the next shift won't arrive until six in the morning."

"I know, that's it." Cheng Chen said directly.

"OK." Although the Secretary didn't understand why Cheng Chen suddenly changed his itinerary, it's not strange for people like Cheng Chen to suddenly change his itinerary.

"And." Cheng Chen continued to say, "give me a suit of clothes and send it to Room 301 of the artist's apartment."

"President Cheng?" You can obviously hear the surprise in the Secretary's tone, but even if she is surprised again, she is not qualified to ask why Cheng Chen is there, "OK, I know."

At this time, the painful whining of Yu Luoluo in bed attracted Cheng Chen's attention. He quickly hung up the phone and walked to the bedside.

At this time, Yu Luoluo's small face turned red, which was not caused by drinking. This kind of red looked morbid.

The man put his hand on Yu Luoluo's forehead and told Cheng Chen that Yu Luoluo had a fever.

Originally, Yu Luoluo was dizzy and had a headache because of drinking too much wine. He stood in the cold wind for a long time in light clothes. It's strange that he didn't catch a cold.