"You get in the car too, I'm just the driver, not the porter." The taxi driver frowned, "Look at him and don't vomit on me in the car."
Helpless, Mo Bei had no choice but to get in the car, close the door, and give the address of Jiao Yang's home.
When the driver started the car, she carefully held Jiao Yang's arm.
The car swayed slightly, and Jiao Yang's body quickly tilted down, slipping into her arms and resting his head on her legs.
He was drunk and couldn't figure out the situation. He just thought she was on his bed, with his arms around her waist, sleeping deeply. Feeling his arms around her waist, Mo Bei raised his fingers, but
She didn't push him away, but held his shoulders.
The light from the street lamp came in from the window, and his face flickered.
His short hair clearly revealed his facial features.
Under such light, the lines on his face became darker and darker, his eyes were lowered, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned, as if he was locked in some melancholy thoughts.
I don't know whether it was because he cut his hair or lost weight, but his originally sharp chin became even sharper. He lightly touched her leg, but it made her heart ache.
If it was official business, it would be impossible for someone to accompany him. It seemed like he was drunk alone.
The Jiao Yang she knew had never been an alcoholic. What could have made him so depressed that he resorted to drinking to drown his sorrows?!
Company matters?
Or, Luo Xiaoqian?!
Thinking of that news, Mo Bei's heart tightened again.
Sure enough, even now, he still can't let her go and can't accept that she and Leng Zimo really need to be together?!
The taxi drove into the Waterfront Champs and stopped outside Jiao Yang's villa. Mo Bei paid the taxi, opened the door, and carefully helped Jiao Yang out of the car. When the taxi left, she helped him to the door.
side.
Touching his pockets with his hands, Mo Bei only found his mobile phone and wallet, but no keys.
"You even lost your house keys?"
Mo Bei sighed, took out the key from his pocket, and opened the door.
When she lived here before, Jiao Yang gave her a key, but because she left in a hurry, she did not return the key to him.
She had always carried this key with her, originally thinking of finding an opportunity to quietly return it to him, but unexpectedly it came in handy at this time.
Turning on the light and closing the door, she helped him upstairs step by step, took him to his bedroom, and settled him on the pillow.
Jiao Yang was still sleeping deeply. He drank very well. He didn't vomit or make a fuss, he just fell asleep peacefully.
Even when she is drunk, she is still so elegant.
Taking off his shoes and socks and looking at the suit he was wearing, Mo Bei hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and helped him take off his jacket and shirt. Looking at his trousers, she took a sip and pulled them away.
Open his belt, help him take off his pants with his eyes closed, and then pull the thin quilt to cover his body.
Carefully fold his clothes and put them on the small sofa aside.
Mo Bei walked to the bedside, glanced at him, gently opened the drawer, and put the key in his hand on his bedside table.
"It's just right. I'll give you the key."
On the pillow, Jiao Yang was still asleep, silent.
After opening the curtains for him, Mo Bei turned around and walked toward the door, took two steps, and then turned back.
After going to the cemetery tomorrow, she will leave. After leaving, she will not come back until this time next year. She is afraid that she will not have the chance to meet him again in the future.
