Yao Rong walked to the corner and saw someone sitting there, his clothes were wet, and there were many wine bottles beside him.

"Zhuo Song?" she stepped forward in surprise when she saw the side face.

Yao Rong squatted down, Zhuo Song smelled her scent, he raised his head slightly, and when he saw her, he moved.

"Are you okay?" Yao Rong watched him drink so much that he didn't want to pay attention to him.

But she always felt that Zhuo Song was very uncomfortable, as if she was very sad, she couldn't help but ask.

Zhuo Song didn't say anything, reached out and hugged her in his arms, holding her tightly.

"Zhuo Song, don't take advantage of me by being drunk, I'm not easy to mess with. Yao Rong struggled, and Zhuo Song hugged her tightly, his chin resting on her shoulder.

He took a break and squinted ahead, his big palms hugging her.

"He will be sad when he is cold, but I can't help anything, do you think I'm useless?" Zhuo Song muttered after a drink.

He searched for everyone he knew, but they all refused.

Since he was a child, everything has been solved with a smart head, but he really can't do it.

"What's wrong?" Yao Rong listened, she wanted to push him away, but her little hand fell on his back, patted him lightly and asked, "What's wrong?"

As if he hadn't heard her speak, Zhuo Song muttered, "She won't die, and she can't die, otherwise what if it's cold?"

Vaguely from his speech, I heard a lot of bad things.

Yao Rong comforted until Zhuo Song leaned on her shoulder and fell asleep.

"Yao Rong. At this time, someone stepped forward, couldn't tell the situation, pulled her up, Zhuo Song was thrown away, and her head hit one side.

He groaned in pain, drank too much, and didn't wake up in pain.

"Who is this?" Yao Shengba pointed at Zhuo Song, and then smelled the smell of wine on her body, and the old face couldn't hang up.

Yao Rong looked at him, and she was silent.

"I agree with you moving out, that's how you gave me Yao's face?" asked Yao Shengba.

Yao Rong turned around and helped Zhuo Song up, Yao Shengba strode forward, and before his hand touched Yao Rong, he was grabbed.

"Dad, by her. Yao Shengming's voice sounded.

Hearing his voice, Yao Rong raised his head and looked at him deeply, extremely sarcastic.

Yao Rong didn't make a sound, helped Zhuo Song up, turned around forcefully, dragged him into the elevator, touched him for a long time, and didn't find the key from him, she could only help him back to her apartment.

"Cold... I'm sorry. Zhuo Zhen muttered.

In my sleep, when I am drunk, I feel very guilty.

Hearing that he kept calling "Han", Yao Rong wiped his face with a hot towel and said, "It's been a night, who is Han, is it someone you like?"

If it's not someone you like, how can it be so memorable.

Thinking of this, Yao Rong smiled and covered him with the quilt, but he didn't sleep all night, always feeling a little empty in his heart, and he couldn't fill it.

She took her mobile phone and sent a message to Gu Chuyan, but found that she didn't reply.

"Hey, you didn't reply to my message. Yao Rong stared at the phone, reached out to pick up the phone, walked to the balcony to take a look, and found that the signal was full.

Yao Rong leaned there, biting her fingers, and dialing her phone.

"I'm sorry, but the phone you made is off. Hearing this, Yao Rong removed his phone and looked up at the night sky.

Faintly hearing a voice, she looked down and saw Yao Shengming standing not far downstairs, leaning against the car and staring at her.

"Rongrong. Yao Shengming called her in the air, his lips moved, and he thought for a while and said, "I'm sorry for today's events! ”

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