Chapter 891 Fighting While Being Drunk

Dizzy with alcohol, Quincy put a stack of money on the bar counter and stumbled out. A woman stumbled and deliberately bumped into Quincy. She looked up at him with blurred eyes and said, "Sir, I'm really sorry. I seem to be a little drunk. Can you... drive me home?"

"Fuck off!"

The woman, on the other hand, seemed not to hear his cold rebuke. She had wandered here for a long time today, but did not find any prey. When she was about to leave in disappointment, she suddenly found that there was such an excellent choice.

Just now, she had seen him pay generously, and when she noticed his expensive clothes, she was more certain that he was her prey. She would never return empty handed.

She put her arms around the waist of Quincy and pressed her whole body against him. She even rubbed her body against his on purpose. Without any hesitation, Quincy waved his hand and shook her off. The woman didn't expect that Quincy would do this to her. She lost her balance and threw herself on the table aside. All the bottles of alcohol fell on the ground and were

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ung master and Miss Lin always live in their own rooms respectively. How about I find you a piece of my clothes? I hope you don't mind."

"Forget it. Never mind. I'll take his clothes as compensation for me later." Malia waved at the maid and said, "Please get your young master a cup of hot water."

The maid looked at Quincy worriedly. "How could he be hurt like this? Shall I call for a doctor?"

Malia lowered her head and carefully looked at the wounds of Quincy. Fortunately, it seemed that he still knew he couldn't be beaten too hard when he was drunk. With a smile, she said to the maid, "Your young master hates calling for a doctor because of tiny skin trauma. It's okay. I'll take care of him."

After the maid left, Malia tried her best to pull away Quincy's hand that had been holding hers tightly, but he was so strong that his hand seemed to be growing on hers. "You hurt me, Quincy. Let go of me. There are so many pieces of broken glass in your hand. I have to deal with your wounds first." But Quincy didn't loosen his grip on her hand at all.