"Something?" The man's voice was a little cold, as if he had drunk wine, and his timbre was a little low.

The waiter hurriedly said, "Sir, may I ask the drunk lady in the lobby area over there, is she here with you?" ”

"Drunk?" The man lifted the glasses frame on his face, and his eyes were pale: "No." ”

The waiter said something to interrupt and withdrew.

In the box, someone asked, "Yuming, what's the matter?" ”

Song Yuming looked back, waved his hand, signaled that it was okay, went out, and walked in the direction of the bathroom.

The bathroom was about to pass by the lobby area, and when he came out again, he saw the waiter who had just knocked on the door, and at this time, the waiter was holding a hot towel and wiping the face of a drunken woman on the sofa.

It was unintentional to sweep it, and his eyes quickly turned away, but at that moment, he was suddenly stunned, stopped his steps, turned his head, and looked back.

"Another glass ......" The woman's muffled voice sounded in her ears, but it was unexpectedly familiar.

A flash of surprise flashed in his eyes, and the man raised his feet and walked over there.

Lin Xiaoxiao couldn't tell whether he was drunk or awake, just like a person who was already drunk still thought he wasn't drunk. Lin Xiaoxiao herself rarely drinks alcohol, even if she drinks a lot of alcohol during socializing, she usually handles it very well. Of course, as for the exact amount of alcohol, it is impossible to know. It's just that she drank a lot of beer before, and then she was depressed, so she took advantage of the strength of the wine, ignored the degree of vodka, and poured seven more glasses, and now she fell defenselessly, which seems to be reasonable.

At this time, Lin Xiaoxiao was nesting on the sofa, and his spirit was still very good and excited.

Someone around her kept her quiet, wiped her face, carefully identified it for a while, and recognized the waiter who just poured her wine, and the cup in her hand had been taken away, but Lin Xiaoxiao still handed her hand with a smile, shouting that she wanted to do more, and she was very happy to be drunk.

But after a while, the people around me seemed to have changed, and the waiter in black and white overalls just now seemed to be gone, replaced by a man in a white shirt.

raised his eyebrows, trying to see the man's face clearly, but he couldn't see it clearly, and in the end, Lin Xiaoxiao was also annoyed, didn't recognize it, stretched out his hand to the person's chest, and shouted with a smile: "Another drink!" ”

Song Yuming's eyes were clear, and he looked at the woman nestled in his arms with a strange expression, constantly shouting for wine, his good-looking eyebrows raised, and he asked in a low voice: "Xiaoxiao, do you know who I am?" ”

The woman who was already unconscious didn't seem to hear his words, but rubbed her face against the person, rubbed it clearer, raised her head again, looked at the person's chin, felt that the chin was a little familiar, and simply pinched it with her hand.

It's hard, it's pricked, and it doesn't feel good.

Frowning and withdrawing his hand, he grabbed the corner of this person's clothes, a little sleepy, but still muttering: "Another drink...... Pour me another glass...... Pour on the ......"

Song Yuming stroked his jaw, the place that she had touched just now was a little warm, he was a little helpless, and he helped the person up and half-hugged it.

The waiter next to him was a little worried: "Sir, you said before that you didn't know her......"

"I saw it and realized that I knew it." Song Yuming smiled on his face: "Don't worry, just leave it to me." With that, he put his arms around him and walked to the counter.

Song Yuming drank alcohol, and with his position, it was naturally impossible to drink and drive, but it was not easy for him to take Lin Xiaoxiao into the box, so Mu Shang also had a room, booked a double room, got on the elevator, and stopped on the ninth floor.

Lin Xiaoxiao kept shouting that she wanted to drink, but the people around her didn't give her wine, and they always dragged her away. Lin Xiaoxiao didn't want to go, she wanted to sit, she wanted to lie down, she was unhappy, she sprinkled, she didn't cooperate at all in someone's arms, she kept struggling, grabbing this person's clothes for a while, pushing this person's face for a while, just not happy.

Song Yuming didn't expect her to be so troublesome, and finally pinched her hand vigorously and warned: "Don't move." ”

Where is Lin Xiaoxiao willing to listen, his hands are restrained, so he uses his feet and his head.

Song Yuming suffered enough, and began to sweat on his forehead, and when he finally got people into the room and threw them on the bed, Lin Xiaoxiao calmed down, feeling soft under him, he grunted, turned over, and fell asleep with the quilt.

Lin Xiaoxiao slept well, but the man in front of the bed had a dark face.

He helped the glasses frame on his face, and his eagle eyes, through the reflection of the lenses, stared fiercely at the woman who was already asleep on the bed, and gritted his teeth.

The smell of wine was all over his body, Song Yuming's face was cold, he took off his shirt and walked to the head of the bed.

The woman slept soundly, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, her breathing was extended, she smacked her lips from time to time, and her small lips were shining with crystal color.

Song Yuming looked at it for a while, reached out to stroke the broken hair on her forehead, and asked in a low voice, "Do you know how much fire you played?" Say sleep and sleep? ”

The woman didn't move, her eyes were closed, and she slept soundly.

After a while, Song Yuming finally got up and walked into the bathroom.

I took a cool shower, and when I came out again, my mobile phone was ringing in the room.

He wiped his hair while searching for the source of the sound, and finally, his eyes fixed on Lin Xiaoxiao's pants pocket.

Raising an eyebrow, he walked over and let the bent woman's legs straighten before taking out her phone.

But when he saw the caller ID, his gaze changed.

"Demons? Who? Yan Lang? He snorted and pressed the answer button.

As soon as the phone came, a man's deep voice came from the other end: "Where is it?" ”

Song Yuming smiled, sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his hand, stroked Lin Xiaoxiao's thin white cheeks, and said idly: "Yan Lang, long time no see." ”

In the center of the hall on the first floor of Mushang, a man pinched his mobile phone, listening to his voice, as if he was holding ice slag, and the cold air released from his body was almost freezing to death, and he couldn't wait to leave him a few meters away.

Yan Lang hurried to Mu Shang after receiving Lu Shaoyang's call, Gu Jia and Luo Ziyu, the two drunk and unconscious women, had already let Lu Shaoyang and Chen An take them away in advance, but Lin Xiaoxiao was nowhere to be seen, which made him anxious.

In room 9361, Song Yuming threw away his mobile phone, got up slowly, and continued to wipe his hair, the room was equipped with a hair dryer, but he never liked to use it, so he only wiped it with a towel, and he didn't seem to be in a hurry.

Less than a minute later, outside, there was a knock on the door.

With a hook of his lips, he slowly walked over and opened the door.

Outside, a man with a gloomy face, with a pair of deep and dark eyes, looked him up and down, and when he saw his unclothed upper body, his voice was cold: "What about her?" ”

Song Yuming leaned to the side to make way for him.

Yan Lang pushed the door in, and saw the woman on the bed who was fully dressed and sleeping, and her cold face finally eased a little.

But only a little. (To be continued.) )