Chapter 167： stolen by a thief

Chapter 167 was stolen by a thief

Meng Yutang's sudden disappearance was due to the sound of vomiting coming from the intoxication room where he was going to rest.

Meng Yutang pushed the door open and went in, and saw Shen Zui half body lying on the edge of the bed, long hair covering his whole face.

Walked over and patted her on the back, raised his hand and dialed the phone.

"The one on the south side of the first floor needs to go to the hospital."

Meng Yutang asked to keep someone here, she never thought that intoxication would be fine as she said from the beginning.

But she was never the one who would force others to change their decisions, and would only make a backup plan.

The intoxicated consciousness seems a little fuzzy.

Meng Yutang helped her up, carried her out, and said, "Shen Zui, Shen Zui, can you hear me?"

Drunken and dizzy, I only felt cold sweat on my forehead, and my whole body was shaking.

Responded vaguely: "Meng... Yu... Tang..."

"Well, don't sleep and stay awake, I will take you to the hospital."

She lowered her head and seemed to nod. Meng Yutang opened the door and saw Shen Yi standing outside.

Some accidents will be him, but there is no time to ask anything.

Shen Yi also quickly stretched out his arms, picked up Shen Zui and walked out first.

Meng Yutang took his things and locked the door and quickly followed.

It was already early in the morning, and there were few people on the street with occasional cars passing by.

There was a fast car flashing by under the surveillance that night, and the license plate number could not be seen clearly under the normal screen...

Shen Yi grabbed the car door, looking at the things stopped around him in shock.

Meng Yutang had already opened the door to get out of the car, Shen Yi also hurriedly slowed down and then opened the door to get out of the car. The moment he stood on the ground, his legs couldn't help shaking subconsciously.

As soon as Shen carried him down, he ran into the hospital building.

Intoxicated, the whole body is trembling, and the consciousness is about to be withdrawn slowly. I just feel that I am being held by someone, it's so shocking, so uncomfortable...

Meng Yutang followed behind and walked in quickly. Just as he walked through the door, he was suddenly grabbed by his wrists with both hands.

Those hands were quite strong, like iron clamps tightly holding her wrist.

Meng Yutang frowned slightly and turned around, meeting a pair of icy eyes unexpectedly.

Zhou Beicheng?

Zhou Beicheng looked at her with deep eyes, and Meng Yutang was stunned when he said a word when he saw her pale complexion.

"Are you sick?"

Meng Yutang looked at him with a dark face: "How do you know?"

Zhou Beicheng: "..."

He felt her pulse last time. He didn't know what it was, but he knew that it was deeply buried in her body, and once it happened, the consequences would be disastrous.

Meng Yutang looked at him with burning eyes.

But he didn't speak again.

Calm down and look at Meng Yutang's current appearance, it is probably not an illness.

He let go of his hand, turned around and was about to leave.

Meng Yutang stretched out his hand and grabbed his sleeve.

Zhou Beicheng looked back, his eyes under the brim of his hat were fixed on those white and tender hands...

Meng Yutang didn't ask any more questions, and after a long time, he raised his hand and took off Zhou Beicheng's hat and put it on his head.

"Borrow, thank you Uncle Zhou, good night Uncle Zhou."

After speaking, he let go of his hand and turned around and left.

The brim of the hat covered the terrifying waves in her eyes.

No one knows what's in her body except her and the master, but now Zhou Beicheng knows, how did he know...

Zhou Beicheng looked at the figure that disappeared in the distance and did not regain his senses for a long time.

When Shen Ye came back with his things, he saw Zhou Beicheng standing motionless.

"The president got it, let's go. Hey? Where's your hat?"

Zhou Beicheng turned around and glanced at the things in Shen Ye's hands, and the corner of his lips curled up, as if he didn't need it.

"Stolen by a thief."

(end of this chapter)