[69 Book Bar - www.] A few more seconds passed, but there was still no movement on the other end of the phone. Qiao Youmeng's patience was almost exhausted.
"Sheng Yunlie! If you don't speak, I will die!"
As soon as Qiao Youmeng said these threatening words, Sheng Yunlie on the other end of the phone was no longer silent.
"Qiao Youmeng..."
Sheng Yunlie's slightly magnetic voice reached Qiao Youmeng's ears, making her body tremble slightly.
"Well, I'm here!" After calming down, Qiao Youmeng whispered. "Ha... Do you have time now? Are you going home with your mother?" Sheng Yunlie sneered, his tone was low.
It must be a bit scary.
At this time, he was lazily leaning on the railing of a nineteen-story building. From time to time, he would look downstairs and get uncontrollably dizzy. He was holding a bottle of beer in his hand and kept pouring it into his mouth.
Drinking hard, it's like drinking to drown your sorrows.
Of course, Qiao Youmeng didn't know the purpose of Sheng Yunlie's question, so she continued along with the lie she made up this morning, "Well, of course I will have time when I go home."
"Did you have fun?"
"It's not bad! I'm very happy!"
"Well, just be happy, it must be interesting! How could it be boring..." Sheng Yunlie was gradually getting drunk, and he couldn't help but say the words he was muttering in his heart.
After Qiao Youmeng heard what he said, she couldn't help but frowned suspiciously. Why did she think he was a little weird today? Something seemed to have happened.
Just when she was about to ask, he suddenly suggested: "Qiao Youmeng, come out and see me!"
"Okay, where are you?" Qiao Youmeng agreed without hesitation.
"Wait for me at the door of your house." After saying that, Sheng Yunlie quickly hung up the phone and jumped down from the railing.
But in just one hour, he drank more than a dozen bottles of beer, just making fun of his body.
Although the concentration of beer is not as high as that of liquor, it is still enough to make people drunk and hurt their stomach. However, Sheng Yunlie, who has an average alcohol capacity, not only did not get drunk, but became more conscious.
Ten minutes later, his silver-gray sports car parked steadily at the door of Qiao's house.
Qiao Youmeng was originally looking around, but when she saw Sheng Yunlie coming, a sweet smile immediately bloomed on her face.
Sheng Yunlie, who was sitting in the car, glanced at her coldly and couldn't help but smile sarcastically. How long had this innocent face deceived him?
Pulling open the car door, a slender leg stepped out first, but before he could say hello to Qiao Youmeng, he stuffed her directly into the silver-gray sports car, and he quickly got into the sports car, and then quickly started the car.
Engine, left here.
Before Qiao Youmeng could even realize what was happening, she somehow got into Sheng Yunlie's sports car.
She turned her head and looked at Sheng Yunlie, who had a stern look on his face. She felt as if she was about to kill someone, so the questions she had been curious about were stuffed back into her stomach, and she did not dare to ask.
At this moment, she suddenly smelled a strong and pungent smell of alcohol.
"Sheng Yunlie, have you been drinking?" Qiao Youmeng frowned in displeasure. She hated people who drank the most. She couldn't stand the taste.
"Yes." Sheng Yunlie nodded generously, and naturally caught a glimpse of the unhappy expression on Qiao Youmeng's face from the corner of his eye.