Zhang Zhitao panicked, and hurriedly went to help Mu Ziyang, but he was too heavy to help him up at all, Zuihou Zhang Zhitao had to hold up his head and called softly: "Mu Ziyang ......"

When the voice came to zuihou, Zhang Zhitao only shouted one name and stopped.

At this time, Mu Ziyang was still the same indifferent appearance just now, his face was miserable, not only his face, but also his neck, as well as his chest with two crystal buckles exposed, and even his hands, all of which were white and terrifying.

Suddenly, the six gods of Zhang Zhitao had no owner, and they were so anxious that tears fell.

Mu Ziyang is so capable of holding on, he is obviously drunk and unconscious, but he can still pretend to be so indifferent.

In the end, what kind of persistence and perseverance can have such perseverance?

"Mu Ziyang, don't scare me......" Zhang Zhitao kept shouting Mu Ziyang, for fear that he would never wake up again if he was so drunk.

She had heard before that if the average person drank too much spirits and exceeded the carrying load of the body, they would burst their blood vessels or something.

At this point, she was terrified.

Just when she shouldn't be haode, Mu Ziyang raised his heavy eyelids with great effort, and in a hazy way, he heard Zhang Zhitao calling him, and saw that she was crying, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "I'm fine, I'll be fine after a while." ”

Zhang Zhitao came back to his senses at this time, and with Mu Ziyang's own cooperation, he helped him up.

"I'm drunk like this, and I say it's okay." Zhang Zhitao scolded in a hoarse voice, feeling more distressed, after all, Mu Ziyang was like this for her drunkenness.

Mu Ziyang squinted his eyes, taking in the anxiety and distress in Zhang Zhitao's eyes, and was very satisfied.

"I don't know where you live, and you can't drive, so stay here tonight, and I'll open a room for you?" Zhang Zhitao helped Mu Ziyang staggered towards the elevator.

In the elevator, Mu Ziyang muttered: "No need to open it, No. 36 on the sixth floor is my room, and the room card is in my wallet." ”

When Zhang Zhitao heard this, his heart sank slightly, and then he responded in a low voice: "Oh." ”

He often lives here, and there is an exclusive room, does that mean that he ......

Suddenly, Zhang Zhitao felt a sense of loss in his heart.