Chapter 330: 330
“Brother Ting, are you drunk?” Su Cheng put down his glass of wine and looked at the blushed Huo Yunting .
Huo Yunting put down his glass and asked, “Do I look drunk?”
“You do not look drunk; you are freaking drunk!”
Su Cheng was convinced, but he found that the corners of his mouth arched upward slightly .
This smile… It looked like someone was going to be his victim .
Huo Yunting suddenly got to his feet and walked out . “I have drank too much . I’d better go . ”
“Brother Ting, did you not say drink until we drop, and friends for life?”
Huo Yunting said nothing . He did not even look back . Most likely, he was going to his beloved sister’s place .
He could not really understand what was so good about settling down, which basically meant losing freedom .
He would prefer being single, be free but not loved .
Damn, he suddenly felt bitter; he must have not drank enough .
Lu Zhaoyang did not stay back for long; it was only half an hour . She just did not want to see Su Cheng .
She took a nice shower, had a facial mask, and then lay in bed with her eyes shut, emptying her mind . It never felt so good .
Suddenly, the sound of horn was heard downstairs . She wondered if she was too sensitive; she could recognize that it was the horn of Huo Yunting’s car .
She immediately pulled the mask off her face, went to the window, opened the curtains, and peeped at the black sports car below .
Sure enough, it was him .
Sponsored Content
Did he not go to have fun with his friends? Why did he come back so early?
Not long after she closed the curtains, the doorbell rang . Reluctantly, Lu Zhaoyang opened the door .
A burst of alcohol attacked her nostrils as a tall figure fell on her, and a pair of hands clamped her like an iron chain .
“Lu Zhaoyang… I am drunk . ” Huo Yunting staggered forward .
Lu Zhaoyang stepped back as he leaned on her . The strong smell of alcohol was overwhelming .
“I know you are drunk, but what are you doing here?”
“This is my home . ” Huo Yunting did not forget to kick open the bedroom room .
Nonsense, it was obviously her home .
Sponsored Content
“Honey, I feel like throwing up . ” Huo Yunting had his entire body weight on her .
“Hold on, do not puke in the living room . ” She dragged him into the shower with all her might .
Huo Yunting buried his head in her arms, smirking .
Once in the shower, Lu Zhaoyang found that he was wrapping his arms around her waist, and found it difficult to turn him around .
She opened the toilet lid and said with the flinch of her shoulder . “Hey, let go of your hands . ”
The drunken man was still so strong . Was Huo Yunting really drunk?
But with the strong alcohol smell, reddish face and his entire body weight on her, it did not seem to be fake .
Cough .
Sponsored Content
Huo Yunting sat on the floor and pulled her down with him .
How disgusting it was .
Did he want to puke before her eyes?
“Help yourself while I will prepare some hangover soup . ” Lu Zhaoyang got away from him and glanced back with her mouth twitched . But then, she still turned and walked away .
Why did he drink so much? Didn’t he care about his image?
Huo Yunting was not drunk; he was not throwing up but just faking it . He occasionally flushed the toilet—a ruse to evade suspicion .
Lu Zhaoyang had just walked into the kitchen, and then she heard his voice . She ran back out and saw him standing there, leaning on the wall, half dead .
Spectacular acting skill .
Please download our sponsor's game to support us!