The wind chimes were ringing, and a cool breeze blew in from outside the glass door. The sky was already dark. Another day passed. Although Lesley's flower shop was small, it still had some business. She tidied up the things in the flower shop and prepared to close the shop and return to Qingshan Mansion.
"1000 white chrysanthemums…"
The cold voice stunned Lesley. A strong smell of alcohol instantly filled the entire store.
She turned around and saw Han Shaoyuan stumbling into the room. Startled, she hurriedly turned around to help him up. However, Han Shaoyuan's tall body lost its balance and fell in her direction. Lesley staggered and was pressed to the ground by Han Shaoyuan…
" 1000 white chrysanthemums-I want 1000 white chrysanthemums…"
Han Shaoyuan said drunkenly. The pungent smell of alcohol in his mouth hit Lesley's face, making her feel a little flustered.
How could he be so drunk? How much wine did he drink? What exactly happened?
Lesley stared at Han Shaoyuan's face, which was stained with alcohol.
" White chrysanthemum…White chrysanthemum…"
Han Shaoyuan's face was on Lesley's chest as he mumbled.
Lesley was so nervous that her heart was beating fast." Han Shaoyuan, what do you want white chrysanthemums for?”
Han Shaoyuan, on the other hand, was already drunk. He did not answer Lesley's question and continued to talk about the white chrysanthemum. The hoarse voice was filled with deep loneliness, and there was a sense of despair in that loneliness. Lesley couldn't believe that an extremely cold person could be so sad.
" Han Shaoyuan…Han Shaoyuan…"
Lesley held Han Shaoyuan's shoulder and shook him a few times." Wake up…"
Seeing that Han Shaoyuan didn't react, Lesley helped him up and struggled to sit up. In the midst of the blooming roses, she held Han Shaoyuan in her arms.
What happened?
A demon who was so aggressive a few days ago was actually drunk and in her arms in the blink of an eye?
Han Shaoyuan's handsome face was flushed red from the alcohol. Lesley stared at his sharp eyes and realized that he didn't seem as cold as usual. The strong smell of alcohol and the rich fragrance of roses blended together, like an enchanting fragrance. She stared at him, and for a moment, she couldn't shift her gaze. He was a devil who was so arrogant that he no longer had a murderous aura. She suddenly wanted to let him fall into her arms forever, just like how she would fall into his embrace when he gave her some gentleness…
Did she like him?
Realizing that she had been staring at him for too long, Lesley couldn't help but blush…
" Han Shaoyuan…Han Shaoyuan…"
She shook Han Shaoyuan lightly again and realized that he was too drunk to wake up.
She helped Han Shaoyuan up from the ground. Through the glass door of the flower shop, she saw that the driver, Old Zhang, was still standing outside." Old Zhang, come help me hold him up…" She shouted at Old Zhang.
When Old Zhang heard Lesley's voice, he rushed over and helped Han Shaoyuan into the car with her.
"How did he end up like this today?”
In the Lincoln limousine, Lesley let Han Shaoyuan's head rest on her shoulder.
" Miss Lesley, to be honest, I'm not too sure either..." Old Zhang replied as he drove," It's just that the eldest young master received a call today. It seems to be from the second young master from Japan. After the eldest young master heard the call, he smashed the phone and ran out to drink a lot of wine. I wanted to pick him up, but he insisted on coming to your flower shop to buy white chrysanthemums..."
Old Zhang's words confused Lesley. Han Yixiu must have said something to Han Shaoyuan, but for a cold person like Han Shaoyuan, what could possibly hurt him?
But he wanted to buy white chrysanthemums? Could it be that…Lesley suddenly thought of something and looked down at Han Shaoyuan. Could it be that someone close to him had passed away…
"Hey, you're so heavy…"
When they arrived at Qingshan Mansion, Lesley dragged Han Shaoyuan to the leather sofa in the living room. She then asked the butler to get hot water for him to wash his face.
"Later, you and I will help him to the room upstairs…"
Lesley said to the butler as she put a hot towel on Han Shaoyuan's face.
" Young Master Han's room is on the third floor. Without his permission, you are not allowed to enter..." the butler replied.
Lesley sighed. It was just a room, and she needed permission to enter? What a weirdo!
"He's already so drunk. What's there to allow? Are we just going to let him sleep here?"
" This..." The butler hesitated.
" Don't just stand there..." Lesley urged.
The butler had no choice but to hesitate for a moment. In the end, she helped Han Shaoyuan up the stairs with Lesley.
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