Drunk, her eyes shook a little, and she felt that the world was spinning in front of her.

She shook her head and grinned at him, "Thank you." ”

Feng Chen saw that she was not lightly drunk, and frowned slightly: "You came alone?" ”

Song Zhiyue smiled coquettishly, her blurry eyes glowing with rippling light.

"and Shengsheng, but Shengsheng was picked up by Senior Lu."

Feng Chen asked with an uncertain expression: "Is there anyone else?" ”

"They're all gone."

Feng Chen's brow furrowed even tighter.

At this time, Liang Weirong went to pick up the car.

Seeing Feng Chen supporting Song Zhiyue, the two didn't know what they were talking about, and her face was a little not good.

If she had recognized the dim woman who vomited just now as Song Zhiyue, she would definitely pull the dust.

But in the next second, she had a soft smile on her face again, and shouted at Feng Chen from the lowered window, and said softly: "Chen, get in the car." ”

Feng Chen glanced back at her, and then looked at Song Zhiyue with an inexplicable expression.

Song Zhiyue thought that he had come here to play with Jiang Fengxing, but he didn't expect it to be Liang Weirong.

She crossed the dust and looked at Liang Weirong in the car.

Liang Weirong also looked at her and smiled at her.

A very polite and soft smile.

Song Zhiyue narrowed his gaze, withdrew the arm that had been held by Feng Chen, looked at the man's handsome face, and said, "She called you, you go quickly." ”

If it was usual, she might have pestered the dust seal and asked him to send her home.

But with Liang Weirong here, she doesn't want to be a clown who jumps off the beam.

Feng Chen looked at her indifferently: "I'll send you back." ”

Song Zhiyue's face was stunned, and he wondered if he had heard it wrong.

He said......

Send her back?

Is it because she drank too much and listened to it?

Or is he also drunk?

Seeing her looking at herself with a stunned face, Feng Chen's face was very light: "Can you go?" Get on the bus if you can. ”

Song Zhiyue looked at him, and then at Liang Weirong, who was looking at them.

To be honest, her heart was a little shocked.

Usually let him send himself, he is extremely reluctant and indifferent.

And with Liang Weirong here today, he actually thought about sending her.

Is it because you see that she is drunk and you don't worry about her?

"Miss Liang, she ......" she pursed her lips and hesitated, "Don't you mind?" ”

"Let's go." Feng Chen didn't answer her words, threw down two words, and took the lead in walking towards the car.

After taking two steps, not hearing her footsteps, he stopped and turned to look at her.

Song Zhiyue threw the half bottle of water that she rinsed into the trash can, and followed with a little vanity.

Seeing that she could walk on her own, Feng Chen continued to walk forward, but her steps were slower than usual.

Liang Weirong got out of the car, looked at Feng Chen, and then looked at Song Zhiyue, with a trace of doubt flashing between her delicate eyebrows.

Feng Chen said lightly: "She drank alcohol, it's not safe to take a taxi, let's send her back first." ”

The corners of Liang Weirong's mouth stiffened slightly: "You know, our house has a curfew, and if I go back late, I may not be able to enter the house." ”

"Then you can call home and say that you won't go back in the evening, and I'll take you to your friend's later."

Liang Weirong's fingertips pinched into her palms, and the expression on her face changed subtly.

But in just an instant, she regained her soft smile again, and responded softly with one word: "Okay." ”

"Get in the car." Feng Chen said to Song Zhiyue, who was approaching, and he took the lead in the driver's seat.

Song Zhiyue sat in the back, and Liang Weirong sat in the co-pilot.