You are the pearl, Mo Mengchen

Chapter 140 Detroit has no shortage of lunatics

"Continued Cup!"

The waiter was numb, and the woman drank at least three catties of vodka.

Isn't she afraid of death?

Why would Dor.Mo drink with this crazy woman?Although he said it was because of the team's loss, but from the few words he heard from a distance, it was more like he was drinking with this crazy woman.

Doesn't Dor.Mo have a girlfriend?This is.
The waiter can easily come up with a story that seems unassailable, and he's already figuring out how to cash it out.

"I'm such a beautiful, sweet and hard working person, why do you do this to me? I put my heart and soul into him and he ends up with my best friend! He wants me to join them and says it's A fresh start, that's definitely the most asshole thing I've ever heard in my life!"

Madeira's chin rested on the table, and she pressed the half-filled glass of vodka to her face, as if someone was trying to steal her drink.

"Is there any point in you drinking so hard?"

Mo Mengchen couldn't stand it anymore. She seemed to be drowning herself with alcohol. If she really thought so, she would probably be disappointed. Although drunkenness is a dangerous thing, sudden death due to drunkenness The odds are relatively low.

First of all, he won't just watch Madeira make any accidents by herself.

"It keeps me from thinking about these things."

Madeira raised the glass with only half a glass of wine and said, "Don't you want to drink some? You have fought hard for five months and only lost the last five seconds. Don't you feel regretful?"

"Yes." Mo Mengchen admitted.

"Then why don't you drink? Alcohol can really make many things go away, like pain."

After speaking, Madeira drank the rest of the wine.

"Because I'm not like you, I don't have a premonition about what's going to happen." Mo Mengchen said, "I always hope for the greatest, do my best, and plan for the worst."

"Is there anything wrong with being optimistic?"

Madeira lay faceless on the table: "I treat everyone sincerely, I hope all of them are doing well, I have good plans for the future, and I plan to get married around the age of 25. "

Fortunately, she is not 22 years old, otherwise she would have to prepare for divorce while raising her children.

Mo Mengchen thought to himself.

"There's nothing wrong with being optimistic."

"Optimism without considering the worst-case outcome is wrong."

Mo Mengchen wanted to educate her again, but she fell asleep lying on the table.

She seemed to have lost consciousness, and her snorting was louder than the sound of a motorcycle starting. Is this really a woman?Or a Rachel McAdams lookalike?
The sweet image of the goddess has been ruined by you, okay?

Mo Mengchen gently pinched the trigeminal nerve and shouted: "Pay the bill!"

After paying the bill, Mo Mengchen wanted to wake up Madeira.

She was only 10% awake and 90% conscious.

"Are you going to take me home? Don't take me home, I don't want to go home anymore." Madeira whispered in Mo Mengchen's ear.

Mo Mengchen thought over and over again, and finally, he carried Madeira on his back, and left the bar under the watchful eyes of the waiter.

"Such a beautiful woman was acquired by Dor.Mo just like that." The waiter sighed.

Says one waitress: "If you're a good-looking Asian guy with big eyes, a great doctor and a promising NBA player, you can do it too."

"No, I can do it as long as I have an annual salary of one million like him." The waiter said realistically.

After Mo Mengchen drank two glasses of wine, he came to the car door with Madeira on his back, hesitating for a while.

It's only one kilometer away from Garleton's apartment. There are no traffic lights along the way, and there will be no police at this time. It should be fine.

What if?
Mo Mengchen doesn't want to get a reputation for drunk driving, but Detroit is also the top six crime city in the United States, although the crime rate in this neighborhood is relatively low.

But what if?
You are not afraid of ten thousand, just in case.

Mo Mengchen opened the trunk and took out a short and sharp scalpel from the medical box.

He ultimately decided not to drive.

He brought the scalpel for self-defense. This scalpel is usually used to cut steaks. If something really happened, he could instantly separate the gangster's carotid artery in the shortest possible time.

Every doctor is a dangerous killer because they know which parts can kill.

The scalpel on Mo Mengchen's body was useless in the end, and he returned to Garidon's apartment safely.

"Mo, it's so late?"

"Who is this beautiful lady?"

"Could it be that you and Ephraim have blown it?"

"No way?"

These yellow-toothed old men teased Mo Mengchen.

Mo Mengchen didn't bother to explain, said good night and went upstairs.

It was already late at night, Mo Mengchen glanced at the room of 280, there was no light, Ephraim and Adrian had already fallen asleep.

Mo Mengchen opened his room, closed the door, and locked it, like a gangster preparing to commit murder.

He carried Medela to the guest room that had never been used—how could Ephraim sleep in the guest room for 250 nights? ——Turn on the lights in the house, and take a few random shots. Fortunately, there is no dust.

Mo Mengchen put down Madeira.

"Well"

Mo Mengchen heard a sound from Madeira's throat, and then - damn it!not good! ——Mo Mengchen dodged to the side as if avoiding the opponent's steal, and a foul-smelling liquid that was difficult to smell was sprayed from Madeira's mouth.

It was sprinkled all over the floor, as if reminding Mo Mengchen that this room needs to be cleaned again inside and out.

"Damn it! I told you not to drink so much!"

Mo Mengchen roared.

After Medela vomited, her face was intoxicated, and Mo Mengchen scolded her for not even hearing a single syllable.

What else could Mo Mengchen say?He raised his feet, even if he jumped from upstairs, he didn't want to get the liquid on the ground.

He changed into a hazmat suit—really, a hazmat suit, and rain boots, and a broom and mop, plus a bucket of water and a full bottle of cleaner—and he was ready to clean the house.

Go to sleep and die!

Mo Mengchen worked hard for an entire hour, and the house finally returned to its original state.

There is no foul smell, and there is a rare freshness in the air. Sometimes happiness is so simple.

Mo Mengchen was just about to sit down and enjoy himself.

"Hmm~"

The sound made him tense, he jumped up from the chair in an instant, took out the bag he had prepared earlier, opened it, and faced Madeira's bedside.

"Ouch~!"

"Huh, it's okay, it's okay."

Mo Mengchen said happily.

This time she seemed to finally fall asleep.

Mo Mengchen sweated and felt extremely hot—nonsense, wearing a chemical protective suit and rain boots on such a hot day?Who is hot if you are not hot? —He went outside and just closed the door when he heard a "vomit" and the sound of dripping water inside.

"I'm hallucinating, she didn't vomit, she has already vomited."

Mo Mengchen muttered.

Not even the door could stop the stench from wafting out.

Mo Mengchen opened the door in grief and indignation, and sure enough, the floor that had just been washed was full of water again.

"What should I do? I really want to strangle her to death." Mo Mengchen thought.

Tonight must be ruined.

The next day
Mo Mengchen didn't go to sleep until three o'clock in the morning.

Because he was worried that Madeira would vomit again while he was sleeping, he went back and forth three or four times, and in the end he might only sleep for two hours.

He's not sleepy, not at all.

The last time this kind of high tension happened to him was the first time he was the chief surgeon.

He succeeded in that operation, and that was the best start to his career as a good doctor, like Michael Carter-Williams' debut.

Of course, his development is much better than McAway.

06:30

Ephraim opened the door of room 250, and she knew through the shoes at the door that Mo Mengchen had returned.

Seeing Ephraim and thinking about what happened yesterday, Mo Mengchen just wanted to hug her.

A woman who is the same as that idiot No, the words should be removed, that woman is an idiot, at best a idiot who looks like Rachel McAdams.
"Ephraim, I love you so much, I really love you so much!"

Although I don't know what happened to Mo Mengchen all of a sudden, but Ephraim likes this moment, he has never said so many nasty sweet words.

When Madeira woke up, she felt clueless.

She was groggy and nauseous, very hungry but had no appetite.

She didn't know where she was, her last memory was drinking with Mo Mengchen last night, no, only she was drinking.

She complained a lot and ended up getting drunk.

Where is this place?

Madela crawled out of bed, everything around her was so strange, she was 100% sure this wasn't her home.

She no longer has a home.

When it happened, she asked a friend of hers to move all her things out of that place, and she was still looking for a place to stay.

Walking out of the room, she knew where it was.

Mo Mengchen's home.

what happened last nightwe will not
Of course Madeira has heard some stories about men and women drunk, she just thinks that her boss should not do that kind of thing
But knowing people, knowing the face but not knowing the heart, all men are stinky!

She didn't care so much, she was disgusted by the taste of alcohol in her mouth, and she wanted to rinse her mouth.

So she went into the bathroom.

She turned on the faucet, lowered her head, took a little water in her mouth, and used the strength inside her mouth to roll it around.

She opened her eyes, and suddenly saw the scene reflected in the mirror. Behind her, there was only one door separating the bathroom. This door was still transparent. If the heat inside did not make the transparent door stained with water mist, she could see clearly The scene inside.

Even so, she still clearly saw inside the door——

"Ahhh~~~~~!"

"Who's calling?"

The hot water kept hitting the two of them, and Ephraim heard the sound.

"The last thing Detroit lacks is lunatics, so leave her alone," Mo Mengchen said.

"she?"

"Well"

Ephraim was wondering, Mo Mengchen kissed gently.

(End of this chapter)