Chapter 1814 Was I Beaten?

When the first ray of sunshine in the morning shone on the land of country M, the hungover Peng Hanxi still woke up by reciting his biological clock.

"It hurts..." Peng Hanxi snorted, her handsome face a little swollen due to the hangover.

Peng Hanxi really didn't expect it. He just wanted to turn over and take out the phone, but his head hurt like many people holding needles.

After scratching her bristling head, Peng Hanxi carefully sat up from the bed. With a chicken coop on her head, she shook her head for a while before muttering: "What happened? Have I been beaten?" ?”

Otherwise, why would her head hurt so much, and her whole body still ached as if her back had been disassembled and reassembled.

After shaking his paste-like head vigorously, Peng Hanxi was trying to recall what happened yesterday.

As the memory returned, Peng Hanxi's expression suddenly changed.

The more things he remembered, the uglier Peng Hanxi's face became.

She drank at the Cohen Manor last night, and was she still drunk?

How can this be?

That was just five glasses of red wine, which added up to less than 200 CC. For someone like her who could drink two bottles of red wine at a time, this was not enough to cause her to get drunk.

It seems that what happened yesterday is far from simple as it seems on the surface.

But now Peng Hanxi still can't find a reason for the Cohen family to frame her.

Compared with the affairs of the Cohen family, Peng Hanxi seemed to be more concerned about how he came back here at the moment.

Looking down at the clothes she was wearing with solemn eyes, Peng Hanxi realized that the clothes she was wearing were still the ones she wore when she went out yesterday, but they had become a little wrinkled after being crushed by her all night.

Just because her clothes were still there didn't mean her identity wasn't revealed.

Peng Hanxi quickly got out of bed, washed up, changed a set of clothes and went downstairs.

"Young Team, you're up!"

In the downstairs restaurant filled with morning light, a neatly dressed Mike had been waiting there.

"This is the hangover soup I cooked for you. Please drink it right away."

With that said, Mike placed a bowl of steaming black juice in front of Peng Hanxi.

"I didn't expect you to cook something like this, Mike." Peng Hanxi, who knew him well, didn't know that the so-called hangover soup was only available in China.

As for Mike, when he saw Peng Hanxi honestly drinking what he cooked, he smiled with satisfaction like an old father.

Fortunately, he finally completed one of the many tasks assigned to him by his master.

"Tsk, why does this taste seem familiar?" After finishing the bowl of hangover soup, Peng Hanxi actually licked it and savored it.

Peng Hanxi was trying hard to remember where he had tasted this taste.

"Not all hangover soups have the same taste!" Mike said hurriedly.

Peng Hanxi, who was holding his head at the moment, really didn't have the extra energy to track down the recipe for a hangover soup.

"Good morning!" Just when Peng Hanxi had a severe headache, a voice full of vigor poured into everyone's hearts like the rising sun. Andre's tall figure came out from the corner of the stairs, looking at him with some surprise. Peng Hanxi, who still got up on time even though he was hungover, said with an unforgiving venom, "Ah, isn't this our little drunkard? You finally woke up?"

Peng Hanxi was a little uncomfortable being stared at by Andre's half-smiling eyes, and then she put down the hand holding her head and said, "Good morning, teacher."