Sir, Please Mellow Down A Bit
Sir Please Mellow Down A Bit Chapter 269

Chapter 269 She Was Drunk

Most importantly, Lyra had never heard of this from anyone. She only knew Wendy Moreover, if Wendy and He Yuqing were to be placed together, no one would choose the former! He Yuqing brought her to a very stylish French restaurant. She was even good at ordering food. "Coffee?" Lyra was immersed in her own thoughts and slowly nodded her head.

"Thank you. Let's start with this." He Yuging handed the menu to the waiter. Then, she placed her hands on the table and smiled. "It's only because I was a bit too insignificant. I really couldn't help two years ago." Her nature and honesty touched Lyra's sealed heart. "If what you said is true, my dad had no taste," Lyra said half-jokingly. He Yuqing suddenly stopped smiling. "Well, I thought so too."

After a short silence, the two of them laughed at the same time.

"Actually, I wanted to contact you a long time ago, but because of some actual problems, I didn't have the courage to face you. I was also afraid that you would suspect that I had ill intentions." He Yuqing confessed and even raised her glass. "I wish you a better life in the future." "... Thank you." Lyra couldn't tell what kind of feeling she was having right now. But no matter what, the meeting with He Yuqing really comforted her during this period of time. She smelled the red wine in the glass and drank a few mouthfuls. She felt a little drunk. Ten minutes later. He Yuqing dragged her to the back of the car. "Phew, little girl, I didn't expect you to have some weight." He Yuqing closed the car door but did not get in the car immediately. She looked around, took out her phone, and dialed a certain number. "She is drunk. How should we deal with her?" Hearing the reply, He Yuqing muttered, "Okay, got it.". Then, she got into the car and sent the person to the hotel opposite the hospital. Just

then, after someone entered the hotel, she helped Lyra into the hotel and shouted, "Can anyone come to help? My friend drank too much.".

The man who had just finished the formalities at the front desk inadvertently glanced at them and then frowned.

He walked over and looked at Lyra. Then he asked coldly, "What happened to her?". "You... Hank?" He Yuqing was stunned.

The man narrowed his eyes. "Since you know me, you don't need to deal with the rest."

He raised his hand and helped Lyra over.

Fortunately, the smell of alcohol on her body was not heavy.

"No, I can't give her to you! Haven't you already divorced? You are not her guardian." Hank stopped and directly pressed the floor button.

There was not even a cold explanation. He Yuqing, who was locked outside the lift, snorted disdainfully. "You Barnwell family are really exactly the same. You are also cold-blooded and heartless."

Lyra fell asleep and smelled a very familiar, very good smell. It was like the sandalwood fragrance of ancient trees, but also like a hot flame. She subconsciously murmured a name, "Hank." The man had just placed her on the bed and was about to get up to leave when he heard her call and stopped.

He turned around and saw that she was still asleep with her eyebrows slightly furrowed.

“Bastard.” The dim yellow light shone on her face. Her red lips were tender, and her eyelashes fluttered gently "Why didn't you accept Nore's offer?" Lyra muttered something, but he could not hear it clearly, so he could only bend down first.

Unexpectedly, Lyra suddenly pulled his shirt, "...

He turned his head to listen, but the woman suddenly raised her head and spat all over him.

Hank propped his arms on the bed, his eyes filled with coldness. At that moment, Lyra also woke up a lot from vomiting. She opened her eyes and was

also stunned. Then, she waved her hand and said, "Why do I always dream of you? Bad luck."

Hank clutched the bed sheet and wanted to lose his temper.

But she didn't care and fell asleep.

The man got up, tore off the buttons on his shirt, took a shower in the bathroom, took a clean towel, and wiped Lyra's face and collar clean. His hand inadvertently covered her body, making the man's eyes full of desire, and his Adam's apple rolled.

"Lyra, next time, I won't let you go so easily."

As he said this, he suppressed his anger and quickly left the room. The next morning.

Lyra was still sleeping in the room when she heard a noisy sound. She woke up and her head was still dizzy. She tried hard to remember and only thought that she seemed to be drinking with He Yuqing yesterday. She could not remember what happened next. "Why did you drink so much?" She hammered her head a few times and frowned when she heard the noise in the corridor. When she changed her clothes and opened the door, she saw countless cameras aimed at her face. The reporters even wanted to take photos of her in the room.

"Why are you alone?"

"Miss Jones, I heard that there was a mysterious man who spent the night with you last night. Is he Mr. Jing Priestley?" "If you continue to do this, I will call the police!" Lyra gritted her teeth. She was not a celebrity, so why were these paparazzi staring at her? The mysterious man from last night? She was the only one in this room. The person who drank with her last night was not a man.

She slammed the door shut. She suddenly thought of the dream she had last night. She seemed to have vomited all over Hank, but when she looked at the bed, it was clean. "How could it be him?" Lyra laughed self-deprecatingly. He should be waiting by Alma's delivery bed, waiting to be a father.

Unexpectedly, she felt a little bitter in her heart. It was suppressed by Lyra. She called the hotel reception and asked them to replace someone to deal with the paparazzi.

At this time, Hank, who had just avoided the reporters, was already sitting in the car. "What happened to those reporters?" Keith had no choice but to answer, "They said that they received an anonymous report, saying that Lyra and Jing were..."

He did not continue, because Hank's expression was already very ugly.

"Sorry, Mr. Barnwell, I will send someone to deal with it immediately."

"No need," Hank said in a deep voice.

It was too far-fetched to say that it was a coincidence.

"Look into the woman who brought Lyra to the hotel last night."

Alma was really bored in the hospital. Hank only occasionally accompanied her during the day and spent most of his time on business. Moreover, he never spent the night in the hospital ward. He always went to the hotel opposite. Alma was bold and dared to directly make a video call with Terry in the ward. "My dad will be back in a few days. When he comes back, I will return the money to you immediately. Is that okay?" Because she was pregnant, her face was swollen. But her seducing voice did not change at all. On the other side of the video, Terry sneered, "Where is Hank? Aren't you afraid that you will be discovered if you call me without him knowing?" "I miss you. When I am discharged, I will take the child to see you.". The door was pushed open. "Are you awake?" Hank asked with a frown when he saw Alma hiding under the blanket.