Under Mo Jiu's fierce nagging, the two finally moved to a crowded place and took a taxi. Mo Jiu took Long Qingtian into the car.
"Little girl, where are you going?" the taxi driver asked.
Mo Jiu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Long Qingtian, "Brother, where are you going?"
Long Qingtian didn't speak.
Mo Jiu patted his head, "Why should I ask a drunkard? Go to No. XX, XXX Community."
Long Qingtian drank too much and it was not appropriate to go back to the army today, so he naturally had to go to his small villa.
Mo Jiu babbled: "I drank too much and I was still so high just now."
As Mo Jiu spoke, he took a bottle of mineral water, opened the cap and fed it to Long Qingtian, "Brother, be good, open your mouth and drink the water."
Long Qingtian pursed his lips tightly, hummed twice, and said nothing.
Mo Jiu took back the water and said, "I'll fall down if I don't drink."
"Thirsty!" Long Qingtian spit out one word.
"Then you should drink it!" Mo Jiu brought the mineral water to Long Qingtian's mouth again.
"Feed me." Long Qingtian's words were commanding, but as childish as a child's.
Mo Jiu looked at him, his big bright eyes full of disbelief.
I have never seen Long Qingtian lose control before, but I didn't expect him to act like a child when he was drunk?
