In the end, Meng Feibai decided to help Wang Yifu keep this secret.

If he really thinks of himself as a friend, then he can also have one more ally in the circle.

If he really is a mallet, then it is a good thing for himself to hold such a big handle as he is in his hand.

After figuring it out, Meng Fei simply let go of his posture as an artist, and gradually became profligate under the influence of alcohol.

Now other people, including Wang Yifu, suffered, although Meng Feibai said that he did not practice martial arts since he was a child, but now he is also half a practitioner, coupled with strong mental power as the foundation, even Wang Yifu and they are not Meng Feibai's opponents to the outside world, and soon he drank down a table of people.

"Who else? I asked who else?! ”

Meng Feibai, who was dizzy from drinking, stepped on the chair with one foot and held the wine bottle in the other, shouting arrogantly, and in front of him, most of the people were already lying on the table and not moving, and a small number of people didn't even have the strength to lie on the table, so they slipped directly under the table.

"Alas, Shaw, your group of friends don't drink much."

Meng Feibai, who was lonely, shook his head, and said with a smile to Wang Yifu, who was leaning on the back of the chair with a confused look in his eyes.

The only thing that responded to him was Wang Yifu's inaudible dreams.

Meng Feibai shook his head boredly, sat down after wiping his chair, took out his mobile phone and prepared to call Ning Jiang'er and ask her to bring Lin Jiayin to clean up the scene.

At this time, Wang Yifu's mobile phone on the table rang, and Meng Feibai glanced at the caller ID

"Weiwei?"

Meng Fei muttered, picked up Wang Yifu's mobile phone under the influence of alcohol, pressed the answer button, and then said with a big grin:

"Wang Yifu drank too much, I am his friend."

On the other end of the phone, a slightly embarrassed female voice came.

"Uh... Okay, then please tell him to call me back when he wakes up. ”

Meng Feibai nodded, and then realized that he couldn't see the other party when he nodded, so he said with a big tongue:

"Don't worry, I'll tell him."

With that, he hung up the phone.

"It's a nice sound."

After muttering something in a low voice, he closed his eyes and slowly urged his thoughts, and in a short time, a white mist rose from above his head.

"Whew..."

He opened his eyes, let out a long sigh of relief, and picked up his mobile phone and dialed Ning Jiang'er with a clear look.

It didn't take long for the door to be pushed open, and Ning Jiang'er and Lin Jiayin, whose cheeks were flushed, appeared in front of Meng Feibai's eyes.

It seems that these two have not lost their drinks.

Meng Feibai shook his head, and just as he was about to speak, Lin Jiayin suddenly bent down and retched, and then quickly staggered to the bathroom.

Ning Jiang'er sniffed, then frowned, looked at Meng Feibai with dissatisfaction and said:

"How much have you drunk, why does the house smell so big? Did someone vomit here? ”

Meng Feibai shook his head innocently when he heard this.

"I didn't drink much, they were killing each other, it's none of my business."

Ning Jiang'er walked up to Meng Feibai's side, carefully examined his face, nodded after a while, and said with satisfaction:

"Yes, it seems that you have a good amount of alcohol, I was worried that you would be overwhelmed by them, but now it seems that I am too worried."

Meng Feibai had a harmless smile on his face, and secretly complained in his heart:

You should tell Lin Jiayin this sentence, let her take good care of their family artists, and don't need to talk about it, and tell the secret herself.

Ning Jiang'er saw that Meng Feibai was still very sober, so she ignored him, first opened the window of the room to ventilate, and then went to the bathroom to take care of her newly met little sister today.

Ten minutes later, Ning Jiang'er helped Lin Jiayin, who was weak, to come out, and glanced at Wang Yifu, who was also unconscious next to Meng Feibai, with some embarrassment, and then said to Meng Feibai:

"That's it, I'll send Jiayin back to the room, Wang Yifu will hand it over to you, you ask the waiter where his room is, and then send him back, I'll wait for you in the hall with Xiao Wang."

Meng Feibai nodded, agreed to Ning Jiang'er's proposal, and then the two of them helped the drunken duo out of the private room one after the other.

Not long after, Meng Feibai, who was supporting Wang Yifu, sent him to his room, and after closing the door casually, he easily lifted Wang Yifu and then put him on the bed, and when he was about to leave, he suddenly remembered the phone call that he had just picked up, so he patted Wang Yifu and woke him up.

"Just now, a girl named Weiwei called you and asked you to call her back when you wake up."

"Hmm... Got it..."

Wang Yifu, who was in a daze, answered inarticulately.

Seeing this, Meng Feibai helped him take off his shoes and socks, covered the quilt, stood on the side of the bed and hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand and pressed it on Wang Yifu's chest, separating the telekinesis in his body into Wang Yifu's body.

"There's a rehearsal tomorrow, but we can't let him get drunk."

Meng Feibai muttered in a low voice, glanced at Wang Yifu, whose face gradually turned from red to white, nodded with satisfaction, and then left the room lightly.

Not long after Meng Feibai left, Wang Yifu woke up, he rubbed his head, and found that it was not as painful as his previous hangover.

"Today's wine is okay, not noisy."

He got up from the bed satisfied, poured himself a glass of water and drank it in the dark, then sat on the edge of the bed to relax, and slowly, he regained some memories of before he was drunk.

"Damn, I didn't expect that kid Meng Feibai to be so able to drink, and I won't be able to fight with him in the future."

He muttered a few words, then rubbed his temples.

"What did he say when he sent himself back?"

"Oh, yes, Weiwei called me and woke me up... Ah yes, let me go find her when I wake up. ”

Wang Yifu nodded, took out his mobile phone and took a look, and found that it was half past eleven at this time, and Gu Weiwei called him an hour and a half ago.

"I only slept for an hour before I woke up?"

Wang Yifu was a little shocked, but in a blink of an eye, he put this thought behind him, in order not to let Gu Weiwei wait for a long time, he didn't wash and change clothes, and went out after hastily putting on shoes and socks.

Half an hour later.

Wang Yifu, who was full of alcohol, parked the car, and after thinking of Gu Weiwei, who was waiting for him, he was in a good mood and opened the door of the apartment he had prepared for Gu Weiwei with a little song.

"Weiwei?"

After casually turning on the light in the living room, he softly called Gu Weiwei's name, and then, a pungent smell of blood rushed into his nostrils.

Wang Yifu's figure was stunned for a moment, and then his face changed drastically, and he quickly ran to the kitchen, picked up a bone chopping knife and rushed to the source of the smell of blood.

"Piscopic? Slightly! ”

He stopped outside Gu Weiwei's bedroom, pushed them, and found that the door was locked from the inside, so he shouted Gu Weiwei's name loudly while holding the door hard.

Finally, he kicked open the door, and the first thing that caught his eye was Gu Weiwei, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, and another male corpse lying on the ground.

Wang Yifu saw that his feet were weak, and he almost fell to his knees on the ground, and after stabilizing his mind, he walked into the bedroom with a knife trembling all over, first checked Gu Weiwei, who looked like he was unconscious, and found that Gu Weiwei was still alive, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and then cautiously walked to the man's side.

"Dead?!"

He withdrew his hand in the middle of the other person with some shock, and took two steps back in fear, only to find a fruit knife tightly held in Gu Weiwei's hand.

"Weiwei her, killed?"