C55 You're Still Worried about Me

Ji Lang stood in the doorway, looking at the two, not saying a word.

Suddenly, a burst of singing came from the originally quiet corridor. Jiang Wangshu turned around to see Ji Lang standing at the doorway.

"He has a stomachache." Jiang Wenshu was so pressured that he couldn't even lift his head up. He bent his body and called out for Ji Lang to come over and help.

"Make a fuss." Fu Yu An patted her on the back before letting her go and standing up straight. "It's fine."

"Well —" she called to him.

Ji Lang walked over and asked Fu Yuan first, "Is it really okay? If you really want to suffer, then go back first. "

Fu Yuan said that it really was fine and pointed at Jiang Weishu. "Let's go back."

Jiang Wenshu followed him back. It was obvious that he was in so much pain just now that he couldn't even straighten his back. She didn't understand, but when she passed Ji Lang, he pulled her a step behind him. "What were you doing just now?"

"Nothing?" She didn't quite understand what Ji Lang meant.

"I see that Old Fu is hugging you and you're hugging him again. Don't think about fooling me."

Jiang Wenshu glanced at him. "Something's wrong with your eyes."

Ji Lang rubbed his eyes, "Nonsense, my eyes are still fine. I saw you hug his waist."

Jiang Wangshu explained, "I was just borrowing him to lean on for a while, you must have seen wrongly."

"Is that so?" After hearing what she said, Ji Lang wasn't sure what he had just seen. Maybe he had been mistaken. How could these two men be?

It wasn't until one in the morning that everyone split up. Those who needed to go home, the ones who needed to go to the hotel, the ones who needed to go to the hotel, the ones who needed to go to the hotel, Ling Ling Ling'er had gone crazy today.

How to get back was another problem. They had already drunk quite a bit, so they couldn't drive the car anymore. They could only look for a substitute.

Jiang Wangshu opened his mobile phone's software to call a taxi to send Ling back, but after a long time of making an appointment, the map showed that there were no other cars nearby.

There was a driver's number on Ji Lang's phone. He called two times and asked others about it. Some of them hadn't had the time to enjoy themselves yet, so he asked to go somewhere else. Some of them were drunk and didn't know what to do, so they decided to stay at a nearby hotel.

In the end, he called over two of the riders. Ji Lang supported Ling and asked him how he was going to return.

Jiang Wangshu took Ling over from Ji Lang and said, "I'll send her back."

"Then take my car." Then he asked Fu Yuan, who was sitting in the back seat with his eyes closed, "Can you go back alone? "Why don't you come with me?"

"I'm sick, I'll go with you."

"Heh," Ji Lang patted the roof of his car, and turned to Jiang Wenshu with a worried look, "He refused to come with me, and insisted on going home. Didn't you say that there was no one in his house? If something were to happen to a person at home, I would not be able to make it in time to see him. "

Although Jiang Wang Shu could not control her, she volunteered, "I think it's better if I do it myself." The strong and the strong were all different. Their strength was not on the same level. Ling Ling was like a cat in his arms and was easily restrained.

"How about … …" Send Old Fu back, you brothers and sisters are familiar with each other too, so just take it as a show of kindness and take care of his birthday for the whole night, okay? "

She looked at Ling Ling worriedly as she considered for a moment. Then, she gave Ling Ling's brother a call, "Hello? Brother, it's me, right … "I'll be right back. You just have to go downstairs and pick her up. Alright, I'll take her to the car."

Ji Lang laughed helplessly. "You're still worried about me?"

"I'm worried about the wine." She sent Ling to the car, gave him the address, and reminded him, "Her brother will pick her up downstairs."

His thoughts were quite thorough, as though he was afraid that he would go against her wishes.

After she had arranged everything, she watched the car leave and then went back to the car she'd paid for.

The car door beside them slammed shut. Fu Yu An opened his eyes a crack, saw the person clearly, then closed them again. "I'll send you back first."

Someone knocked on the window and asked if it was their driver. Yu An said yes, he would give the key to that person, and Jiang Wangshu beat him to the punch and gave him the address.

He looked at her sideways. "You're not going back?"

"I was entrusted by someone to take care of you."

Between the two of them, there were all sorts of packages and gifts. Fu Yu An tilted his head and slept to the side, not saying another word.

Without a word, the car drove smoothly back to Fu Yuan's apartment. Jiang Wangshu paid the driver and told him to get off.

He opened his eyes in a daze, got out of the car, got out in front of the car, took one of the presents, and brought it back with him.

Jiang Wangshu asked him, "So many gifts, just this one? You don't want to take the rest back? "

"We'll talk about it later." Tonight, he drank quite a lot of wine, refusing to listen to advice and smoking whenever someone offered him a cigarette. No matter how good his alcohol tolerance was, he could not help but drink to his heart's content.

"Slow down." Jiang Wangshu supported him, the weight on his shoulders not light.