Chapter 37: Shitty Memory! 3 (1/2)

Chapter 37: Shitty Memory!(3)

Translator: Sissy That Walk

Di Qiuhe gave a tender smile to He Bai and gazed at him with hands supporting the chin. Through Di’s eyes, He Bai could see that he was tipsy, but also seductive.

He Bai thought that he needed to jump into the water again to calm himself down.

After the meal, it had already been dark. Niu Junjie was a cheap drunk, so he had succumbed to it and fallen on the table. Di Qiuhe on the other hand was also slightly drunk and dizzy. He Bai had tried to stop them from drinking too much but failed, so he was a little bit mad now. He called for the servants to carry Niu Junjie into house, and crossed his arms over his chest, watching Di Qiuhe rising from the chair wobblingly and then falling on the ground.

“…”

“My little puppy…” The drunk guy on the ground moved a little and stretched his hand, “Bai, sorry…I love you…”

He Bai was baffled and pulled him up with a clouded face, patting his forehead, “I must have been owed to you in my previous birth. Where there was you, there was ill luck. You will hassle yourself to death sooner or later!”

Di Qiuhe said something vaguely, with his body clinging to He Bai limply, rubbing against his face.

He Bai pushed him away with dislike. When uncle Hu came, He Bai beckoned him over to help him.

With a click, the room door was shut.

Di Qiuhe, who seemed drunk and delirious just a second ago, woke up consciously now. He gave a look at the closed door, and then covered his eyes with hand. After a long sigh, he wrapped the quilt around himself unpleasantly.

When he got up in the next morning, He Bai had already left for work. Niu Junjie invited him to stay but he refused politely and went home. After shower, he changed clothes and called his assistant, Wang. Then, he went to the Red Guest Studio directly.

Frowned, Jiang Xiuwen looked his corpse-like friend lying on the sofa, asking madly, “You told me that you would be pretty occupied when you returned this time, but why do you lie on my sofa like a corpse now?”

Di Qiuhe turned around and watched him, asking in a weak voice, “Xiuwen…am I really lame?”

“You finally realize that you are annoying and bothersome?”, Jiang Xiuwen answered with a surprising face. Then he looked at him mildly, nodding, “True indeed, you’ve got a terrible temperament, but since you are aware of it, you can still make it up. Don’t worry, take some medicine and you will get you chance to be normal.”

Di Qiuhe snorted in the blues and turned his back to him.

It was strange that he should have not rebutted, so Jiang Xiuwen jabbed at him and asked: “What’s wrong? You seemed upset…Your stepmother troubled you again?”

“No.” Di Qiuhe shook his hand and buried himself in the pillow, “Just wait.”

“For what?”

“You’ll see.” Di Qiuhe raised his hand and pointed out of the window, “Today, Saint Elephant Studio will be quite noisy, as Mr. Jia will come to confront them.”

Jiang Xiuwen was confused at first, but then he was quite thrilled, “Confront? By Mr. Jia? That’s an evil day for Saint Elephant, isn’t it?” No wonder he was so excited. As door-to-door competitors, the unluckier the Saint Elephant was, the happier he was.

By the afternoon, two low key SUVs parked at the entrance of Saint Elephant. As the car doors opened, an elder man and five or six middle-aged men got off.

“Here he is. His two sons, sons-in-law and an apprentice also comes. That’s a big troop.”

“Jiang Xiuwen watched through the window, full of curiosity, “How had Saint Elephant offended him? Mr. Jia is noted for his good temper.”