But at this moment Ke'er's phone rang. She moved her weak body to touch the mobile phone in her bag, but she didn't hold it firmly and dropped it on the ground.
Just as she was about to pick it up, someone grabbed her cell phone first. Leng Jianan looked at the three words "Lin Shaofeng" on the screen, his face instantly fell, and his eyes were sharp.
Gradually, an unpredictable sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "He really cares about you." After that, his eyes turned cold and he hung up the phone.
Ke'er frowned, she was so drunk that she must have no idea who the person standing in front of her was, and she waved to him: "Give it back, give it back to me."
Leng Jianan looked at her coldly, suddenly took her in his arms, hugged her in his arms, and walked out of the restaurant with her in his arms.
Zeng Jin tried his best to shake his dizzy head, screamed inwardly, and called Leng Jianan feebly: "You, what are you doing?"
Leng Jianan stopped at the door and said, "You just stay here and wait for Mr. Lin to rescue you. I will send this lady home first."
When a sheep enters the tiger's mouth, there will be no good results. Zeng Jin was panicked, but he had no endurance and couldn't move forward to chase after him. He had to stretch out his arms and call out "Hey, hey" twice.
Leng Jianan carried Ke'er into the car. Ke'er struggled in his arms for a few times before she gave up. He flattened the seat for her so that she could lie down comfortably without curling up so uncomfortable.
He didn't know where Ke'er lived now, and naturally he didn't really intend to send her back. He just drove around the city and finally turned to Binjiang Road. The river wind blew in through the car window, and there were still silk threads floating in the car.
The mellow aroma of red wine
Ke'er was retching on the side, suddenly straightened up, covered his mouth and was about to vomit. Leng Jianan quickly stepped on the brakes, and the car stopped steadily.
Ke'er instinctively opened the car door and got out of the car. He just took two steps and fell to his knees on the ground, vomiting.
Leng Jianan frowned and leaned against the front of the car, watching her shoulders shrugging and saying "Wow" and "Wow" from time to time.
Like a frog croaking, Leng Jianan's brows furrowed even more with every croak.
Finally, Ke'er stopped making any sound, but just as he was about to lean over and fall to the ground, Leng Jianan rushed up and dragged her aside.
That puddle of vomit was really spectacular. What would her reaction be if she woke up the next morning and saw herself sleeping on that puddle of mucus?
Leng Jianan regretted saving her a little, he just let her sleep on it