[BL]Sick Beauty Gives Up Struggle(Rebirth) [MTL]

Chapter 140

This was the first time Li Rong was drunk. He didn't make a fuss after drinking too much. He just opened his eyes to watch Cen Wei pay and get dressed, and then took him by the shoulders and helped him out of the private room.

He felt that his consciousness was still sober. He knew that he had drunk a lot, that he had become a little clingy, and that he was a little slow to react now.

The only thing he can't control is balance.

The scene in front of him is occasionally erratic, and his legs are also a little vain, stepping on the ground is like stepping into cotton, there is no real feeling, so he has to rely more on Cen Wei.

At the entrance of the stairs, Li Rong blinked hard, grabbed the handrail and refused to leave.

No matter how he blinked, the steps always dazzled him, as if he was about to fall down if he stepped on the wrong foot.

Li Rong pursed his lips and looked a little annoyed. He has always been very satisfied with all the parts on his body. This is the first time he feels that he can't control his body.

Cen Wei simply walked down for two quarters, stood in front of Li Rong, reached out and patted his leg: "Come up, carry you down."

Li Rong looked down at Cen Wei's back, stunned for a long time before he reacted What does Cen Wei mean?

The wine just now failed to make him dye, but Cen Wei's words made his face red.

Li Rong felt that drinking so much at such a young age would make people feel ashamed, so he decisively said, "No!"

But although he refused, he placed his palm lightly on Cen Wei's back.

Cen Wei pulled him indiscriminately, made him lie on his back, then hugged his knees and lifted him up easily.

Every time Li Rong managed to gain a little weight, something would happen. When he was busy with work, he forgot to maintain his health and lost weight unconsciously, so his weight has not changed much.

Li Rong found that his feet were suddenly hanging in the air, and he felt even more dizzy in front of him. He quickly closed his eyes and tucked his head into Cen Wei's neck.

Of course, he didn't forget to bury his face in Cen Wei's collar, because he still felt ashamed of being carried downstairs.

Seeing March, the temperature has warmed up a lot, and the night will not be bitingly cold.

The night wind fluttered softly on his face, which made people feel comfortable.

Li Rong grabbed Cen Wei's jacket and whispered, "Let me down."

Cen Wei still carried him, feeling the real weight of his back and his warm breathing: "No hurry."

Li Rong was dumbfounded. Looking at the dark ground, he rubbed his chin on Cen Wei's shoulder: "How can you drive if you don't let me go?"

Cen Wei turned to look at him: "We've all been drinking, and no one can drive.

" Oh, yes." Li Rong's brain had already refused to work.

Lying on Cen Wei's back, he only felt at ease and at ease, and even wanted to sleep a little.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, he should have helped to figure out how to get home, but he slowly closed his eyes, and even the strength of his grip on Cen Wei's jacket was loosened.

Of course, Cen Wei called for a chauffeur, but depending on the situation, the chauffeur should have been delayed by the evening rush hour.

He also didn't want to put Li Rong down. Li Rong rarely looked so docile and dependent, like a sleeping cat, with sharp claws and all bad thoughts put away, with a soft face next to you, shielding from the wind. Heating.