Chu Wanru asked around and found out that someone had seen Bao Sihan outside. When she found out, she saw Lu Jingyu leaning shamelessly next to Bao Sihan, the two holding hands.
Witnessing this scene with my own eyes, she was much more angry than in the photos. Her whole body was cold, her eyes were sinister, and her inner emotions were surging, including hatred, resentment, and jealousy.
She really wanted to rush over and pull Lu Jingyu away, but her remaining sense held her back. She was the daughter of the Chu family.
Bao Sihan was so focused on the drunk woman that he didn't notice the gaze cast from behind.
It is not advisable to stay in this situation for a long time.
He looked at the man lying half on top of him and put his hand on his head. Only then did Bao Sihan realize what a headache was.
"Don't move around yet, I'll take you back."
He quickly called Tang Ze and spoke briefly. As soon as he hung up the phone, a red face came up to his nose and asked him.
"What did you say?"
Tang Ze got the order and searched quickly.
Then, seeing Huo Beijue surrounded by the crowd, he rushed towards them and said, "Miss Lu is drunk, so we will send her back first. Young Master Huo doesn't have to worry."
Jingyu is drunk?
Huo Beijue's gentle eyes suddenly darkened, and he was worried in his heart. However, he was currently too busy to do anything. He was surrounded by the old man's guests and there were several people who wanted to discuss business with him, so he had no time to care about anything else.
"You have to take good care of her."
Tang Ze replied, "Of course." He pulled away and left quickly.
When Bao Sihan saw Tang Ze coming, he was about to vacate his hand and said, "Help her get in the car."
Tang Ze took a step closer and found that his father couldn't pull his hand back even though he tried to break free two or three times, so he consciously stepped back.
"No, please hold me."
Someone is coming, no! Lu Jingyu subconsciously relied on Bao Sihan, who was by his side from the beginning, like a little kitten clinging to someone.
Bao Sihan smiled and said, "How about you go then?"
It was the first time he saw her acting coquettish and clingy, and he was in a good mood. Tang Ze pushed him, and Bao Sihan held Lu Jingyu tightly until they got into the car.
After the car started, Lu Jingyu's head was dizzy and she subconsciously leaned on Bao Sihan's shoulder.
My head feels so dizzy and my head feels so uncomfortable.
Her little mouth pouted slightly, and her face looked uncomfortable.
Bao Sihan glanced at her but did not push her away. He ordered: "Drive more steadily."
Tang Ze slowed down and drove the car very slowly, mainly because he was a little afraid that Miss Lu would become unwell after drinking and would get car sick and vomit if he drove too fast...
That would be difficult to handle.
And Tang Ze knew very well that the unlucky one would definitely not be Miss Lu, but himself.
The atmosphere was very quiet, except for the sound of wheels rolling across the road.
Suddenly, Lu Jingyu raised his hand to pull off his clothes and said unbearably: "It's so hot..."
The corners of Bao Sihan's eyes twitched and he held her restless hands, his heartbeat speeding up in fear.
He didn't care about the difference between men and women. He pressed the soft and boneless limbs and felt like he was dying. Why did he still have the habit of taking off his clothes when he was drunk?
Tangze didn't even dare to glance at the rearview mirror, and silently raised the partition in the car.
Lu Jingyu couldn't care less. She just felt that her body was very hot and very uncomfortable. She wanted to lift off the dress that blocked her from feeling the coolness, but she couldn't move her hands.
Lu Jingyu was unhappy, and he shouted aggrieved and angrily, "I'm so hot!"
She forcefully pulled her hand out, not caring about the red mark on her hand, and stretched out to pull up her skirt.
Bao Sihan had a terrible headache, and it was as if a drunk person couldn't feel it despite exerting all his strength. He struggled to get away without hesitation. If he wasn't afraid of her pain, he would have held her down so cruelly.