Don't Come Ill (MTL)

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"Muzhen Creek, I regret it, let's get back together."

Muzhenxi hid back for a while, just avoiding the hand grabbed by the other party, and looked at her coldly: "You are drunk."

The woman still cried and said, "I'm not drunk."

Muzhen Creek remained unmoved and repeated: "You are drunk."

The other party had red cheeks and blurred eyes, sitting on the edge of the flowerbed with his shoulders upside down, obviously drunk.

"Fang Ying, give me the phone." Muzhenxi confronted her for a while, still very determined.

Woman-Fang Ying tilted her head, and suddenly he laughed twice, and said drunkly, "No."

"You!" Muzhenxi took his mobile phone from his pocket to check the time. It was already more than ten o'clock in the evening, and if I continued to toss about it, I didn't know when it was a head. She gritted her teeth, clasped the other's shoulder with one hand, and held her wrist with the other, forcibly supporting her from the side of the flower bed.

The woman lifted her arms along the way, wrapped it around the back of Muzhenxi's neck, and buried her face on her shoulders.

Muzhenxi's hairs were all up, but she couldn't get her hands free, so she gritted her teeth secretly and planned to get her into the car in this position first. Yes, she planned to send her home.

Who knows that Fang Ying was so innocent and wanted to kiss her, feeling the warm breath approaching, the wooden pillow stream exploded, and the police called the police in his head, immediately let go of a hand, and quickly pushed Fang Ying's face away. .

Just as she breathed out with lingering fears, she was stunned.

Over Fang Ying's shoulders, a beautiful woman stood in her sight. She was also wearing the kapok-white long dress for her birthday in the evening, her shoulders were thin, she was shaking slightly in the night breeze, and her eyebrows were too quiet.

Muzhenxi's other hand supporting Fang Ying was also released, and Fang Ying fell to the ground like a puddle of mud.

Muzhen Creek stagnated, and his heart was inexplicably tight: "Why are you here?"

Xiao Jin's face was as sinking as water and did not answer her question. He glanced at the woman on the ground and reached out to support her. She was not as strong as the wooden pillow creek, and said to her with her face up: "Hands?"

Muzhenxi wanted to support Fang Ying on her shoulders. Xiao Jin said, "I'll help. You lead the way. You have to drive."

How could Muzhenxi let her hold all of them, and the two of them were in charge of one side, and brought Fang Ying to the car. Muzhenxi unlocked the car, and the two of them pushed Fang Ying into the back seat. Then Muzhenxi went to open the passenger door. Xiao Jin, who had not spoken all the way, said, "I will sit back and take care of her, so she won't get drunk."

She paused and asked softly: "Will she go drunk?"

Muzhenxi couldn't speak.

Xiao Jin raised her eyebrows and showed a very faint smile: "Huh?"

Muzhenxi nodded: "A little bit, but not very serious." Much better than Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin said: "Okay, I get it." She sat in comfortably, with a normal tone, "Are there any plastic bags in the car? In case she vomits, don't vomit in your car by the time."

Muzhenxi brought two disposable plastic bags from the trunk.

"It's getting late. Drive her back." Xiao Jin took it and motioned her to close the back seat door.