Qi Mei is a long-tested heroine on the wine table, and she has a strong ability to persuade alcohol, Zhang Yang has no way to resist, so she can only drink with her cup by glass, and Wang Jingying did not miss the opportunity to drink a few glasses with Zhang Yang.

As time passed, that bottle of red wine had bottomed out, and most of it was drunk by Zhang Yang. Wang Jingying called the waiter to order another bottle, and in a blink of an eye, it went down halfway, Wang Yuyan couldn't stop it, so she could only stare dryly.

Qi Mei was drunk, she was already walking crookedly, and she talked a lot more, and she dared to say anything, and there were no taboos. Wang Yuyan couldn't help but worry that she would say something she shouldn't say, but fortunately, the center of Qi Mei's topic was always on Zhang Yang.

And Zhang Yang was already completely drunk, his eyes were hazy, and everything he saw was a double vision, but he still had a trace of clarity in his heart, knowing that he had drunk too much and couldn't drink anymore, otherwise he would be embarrassed.

Qi Mei sat next to Zhang Yang and hugged Zhang Yang to pour wine, Wang Yuyan pulled her several times and didn't pull, she was very helpless, things came to this point, and she couldn't control it.

Wang Jingying persuaded Wang Yuyan: "Forget it, let her make trouble, when have you ever seen her so happy." ”

Wang Yuyan was dumbfounded, Qi Mei really rarely drank like this, she had poured other people's shares before, and she had never seen herself pour herself down.

"It's a fuss, don't let them drink anymore. Wang Yuyan looked at the two people sitting together, and her heart was sour.

Wang Jingying whispered: "Yu Yan, I'm really tempted by this kid." ”

"Why, he's still a kid. Wang Yuyan was duplicitous.

She can't tell what kind of feelings she has for Zhang Yang now, she has a strong desire to be intimate with Zhang Yang, but she never thought that this big boy might become her boyfriend. Because there is a huge status and age gap between the two.

Wang Jingying smiled meaningfully and said, "It's good if you don't have it." Don't get caught up in it. You are a three-high girl, how can you find a person with a similar education and family. ”

Wang Yuyan's expression was gloomy.

Qi Mei held a glass of wine and was about to pour it into Zhang Yang's mouth, but Zhang Yang closed his mouth and did not open it. Half of the wine in the glass was spilled on him, and the T-shirt that Wang Yuyan had just bought for him was full of red wine stains.

"I can't-drink, I'm going to sleep. Zhang Yang shook his head, he felt so sleepy that he could fall asleep when he turned his head upside down.

"No...... Yes. Qi Mei said with a wide tongue. "Drink-this-cup, sister-accompany-you-sleep. ”

"No-no. Zhang Yang still shook his head, he didn't know what Qi Mei was talking about.

Wang Jingying glanced at Wang Yuyan, her facial expression was a little stiff, and the drink cup in her hand was spinning on the table.

"Don't drink it, if you drink it again, you'll get drunk. Wang Jingying snatched the wine glass in Qi Mei's hand and spilled the wine on the table. "Drink, drink. ”

Wang Jingying poured a glass of juice and put it in front of the two.

"No-drink, I-nothing-drink-. Zhang Yang's head drooped, his eyes closed, and his mouth muttered. Wang Yuyan's heart hurt a little.

"No-drink, drink-sister's-milk. Qi Mei said, lifted her small vest, pushed the bra up, revealing a huge murder weapon of hers, stood up and held her chest to Zhang Yang's mouth, one did not stand firmly, and fell on the table. The red grape was stained with the red wine on the table, she grinned, stood up and sent her murder weapon to Zhang Yang's mouth, and the red wine on the red grape rubbed Zhang Yang's face.

Zhang Yang was unmoved, still drooping his head, but his eyelids were raised, and he glanced at the huge murder weapon in front of him.

Wang Yuyan really couldn't stand it.

"That's enough,...... Sister Wang, you send Sister Qi home, and I send Zhang Yang. Wang Yuyan said with a dark face.

Wang Jingying saw that Wang Yuyan was really angry, so she walked over to Qi Mei, who was still sending the grape to Zhang Yang's mouth, pulled her clothes off, and pressed her on a chair.

"What are you, little handsome man, going to eat -my-milk, don't you-care-me? "Qi Mei was already paralyzed by alcohol, or carried away by desire, or both.

Wang Yuyan no longer paid attention to the two best friends who were still arguing, and she helped Zhang Yang, who was already slumped in the seat.

"I'll send you home. She said softly to Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang snuggled up to her thin body and walked out the door. "Thank you, sister. Zhang Yang still maintained a sense of sanity and knew how to thank Wang Yuyan.

When she went out, Wang Yuyan helped Zhang Yang to the cashier and asked the waiter to settle the bill, and the waiter told her that the gentleman had already settled the bill, leaving only the last bottle of red wine to pay.

Wang Yuyan glanced at Zhang Yang, who was leaning on her with her eyes closed, in a complicated mood.

You must know that the price of this meal is not low, the price of a bottle of red wine alone is more than 1,000, and Zhang Yang's family situation she knows a little bit, opened a small fruit shop, barely able to make a living, he should be under a lot of pressure to pay two or three thousand yuan. But Zhang Yang bought the bill before he was drunk, so as to avoid forgetting to pay after being drunk, and his intentions can be described as good.

It can be seen that although he is not very old, he is careful and generous, quite manly, and he is definitely not a little white face who is willing to cling to a woman.

Wang Yuyan's heart was slightly disappointed, but she glanced at Zhang Yang again.

Wang Yuyan settled the rest of the balance and dragged Zhang Yang to the back seat of her BMW. She was so tired from this tossing that she was sweating, and stood in front of the car door and gasped for a long time.

When Wang Yuyan sat in the driver's seat, she was worried again, she didn't know where Zhang Yang's house was, where did she send Zhang Yang?

"Zhang Yang, wake up, tell me how to go?......"

She turned around and called Zhang Yang, but he didn't react at all, and fell asleep on the back seat.

Wang Yuyan also wanted to open a room for Zhang Yang in a nearby hotel, but she didn't worry about leaving Zhang Yang alone in the hotel, and if she lived with him, it would be better to take him back to her home.

Wang Yuyan did not live with her parents, she has a very large duplex house in the West Rail District, with more than 300 square meters of upper and lower floors, which is no less than some small villas in the suburbs, and it is more convenient than living in the suburbs in all aspects.

When the car arrived in the underground garage, Wang Yuyan took a lot of effort to get the sleeping Zhang Yang out of the car, Zhang Yang squatted on the ground and vomited as soon as he got out of the car.

It was the first time she had suffered such a sin, but she did not complain at all, nor did she dislike it, and she felt very strange about it, as if this was what she should do.

The two got on the elevator, Zhang Yang bowed, and his head rested on Wang Yuyan's shoulder.

The elevator rose rapidly, and the inertia made Zhang Yang's stomach uncomfortable, and without warning, Zhang Yang's mouth opened, and a pile of filth escaped from his mouth and poured into Wang Yuyan's wide V-neck shirt.

Wang Yuyan subconsciously dodged, and Zhang Yang fell heavily in the elevator.

A sour smell rushed straight into Wang Yuyan's nasal cavity, her stomach churned, and her mouth squirted out the southern food in her stomach, and sprinkled it all on Zhang Yang who fell to the ground.

Hey, these two people, how a miserable word.