"It's so late, it's time for you to go home."

"I'm not going back. I don't have you at home. ”

Zhao Mengyao frowned, not knowing whether the guy in front of her was really drunk or pretending to be drunk, and said, "What you said doesn't seem like what friends should say." ”

Lin Zeyu panicked, hugged Zhao Mengyao's thigh, and begged for mercy: "I was wrong, you didn't say it to me!" I didn't mean to! ”

Zhao Mengyao was full of black lines, and it seemed that she was really drunk.

She had a little headache, Xuantian walked to Zhao Mengyao's side quietly at some point, and asked respectfully, "Miss Mengyao, do you want me to throw him out?" ”

Zhao Mengyao was startled, this elusive kung fu was too scary.

"You send him home."

"Nope! I'm not going home! I'm going to be with you! I'm not going home! Lin Zeyu was drunk, and he spoke with a bit of a big tongue.

"Yes, yes, but where does his family live?" Xuantian asked.

She didn't know either.

Zhao Mengyao had an idea, took out the mobile phone from Lin Zeyu's pocket, unlocked the screen with his fingerprint, and then looked for the phone number of his family in the address book. Didn't find it.

I guess there is no note to become parents.

Zhao Mengyao thought about it, found the phone number of Lin Zeyu's good friend Zhang Jiaqiang in the address book, and dialed it.

The phone was picked up after a while, and a lazy male voice on the other end of the phone said, "What's wrong Ah Yu, did you catch up with the goddess?" ”

Zhao Mengyao replied with a black line: "Lin Zeyu is drunk, at the door of the night bar, do you know where his home is?" ”

Zhang Jiaqiang was originally sitting on the sofa and watching the video with a tablet, but when he heard Zhao Mengyao's voice, he suddenly sat up and replied nervously: "Dream, Mengyao?" Good evening! I know where his house is, but if you're drunk, it's better not to go home, you'll get your leg broken. ”

"......" Zhao Mengyao didn't bother to talk nonsense with him, and directly threw down a sentence: "Then where is your home?" ”

Zhang Jiaqiang used to take Lin Zeyu for the night, so he happily said the address of his home. Just as he was about to chat with the goddess again, Zhao Mengyao had already hung up the phone.

Zhao Mengyao stuffed the phone back into Lin Zeyu's pocket, and then asked Xuantian to pick up Lin Zeyu and throw it into the car. She walked to the passenger seat and sat down.

Told Xuantian the address.

Zhang Jiaqiang's home is not very far from here, and Xuantian drove for more than ten minutes to arrive. Xuantian parked the car and got out of the car to ring the doorbell.

In a few moments, the door was opened. Zhang Jiaqiang, who was wearing a motorcycle uniform in a sassy bag, posed and threw a wink out in a charming manner, and was about to say hello to the goddess, but when he saw that he was a stupid fat man, he suddenly withered.

"Where's Meng Yao?!" Zhang Jiaqiang was in a hurry.

The corners of Xuantian's mouth twitched slightly, and he pointed to the luxury car behind him.

Zhang Jiaqiang's eyes lit up when he saw this magnificent brand-name car, and when he looked at it again, Zhao Mengyao was sitting by the window, in the passenger seat, a luxury car beauty, and the picture was very eye-catching.

He immediately rushed over, bent down and greeted Zhao Mengyao by the window: "Mengyao, good evening, do you want to come to my house to sit?" ”

Zhao Mengyao pointed to the seat in the back of the car expressionlessly, Zhang Jiaqiang looked over, his good friend Lin Zeyu was fainting in the back seat of the car, and his mouth kept chanting Zhao Mengyao's name.

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