want to lie to me to love you again

"..." Fang Zhiyi couldn't help recalling Song Zhicheng's "feat" at the air banquet. Although it wasn't too exaggerated, he still drank a lot and was able to walk in a straight line .

Thinking of this, he thought to himself, is the dose he gave too big?But it shouldn't be, I am restrained, and I don't dare to play too much.

"Lawyer Fang, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. Zhicheng probably has been in poor health recently and is more likely to get drunk. You can play, and I will take care of it here."

"Then...how dare you? You are a guest..."

"Oh, it's all right. I'm happy to take care of him."

So, Song Zhicheng vaguely felt that someone was helping him to wipe his face, and seemed to be feeding him a glass of water.He wanted to open his eyes to see who it was, but his eyelids seemed to be extremely heavy, and he couldn't open them no matter how he opened them, so he continued to fall on the sofa like a puddle of mud.

After an unknown amount of time, he felt someone slapping his face, "Sincere? Sincerity? Wake up. It's over and we're going home. Can you do it? Do you want to throw up? Are you still dizzy?"

"..." Song Zhicheng barely opened his eyes, and then shook Fang Zhiyi's face in front of him, making himself upset.

"Don't... get so close..." he reluctantly said.

"Okay, okay." Fang Zhiyi hurriedly turned his face away, but he reached out to grab Song Zhicheng's arm that was hanging at the side, "I'll take you back."

At this moment, Song Zhicheng's consciousness became a little clearer, and he took a breath and said, "No hurry, let me take it easy."

But he thought he was loud, but no one else could hear him clearly, so Fang Zhiyi couldn't help but move his head closer again, trying to hear what he was saying, but Song Zhicheng remained silent again.

He closed his eyes again, wondering if he fell asleep again.

"Zhiyi, how is it? Is he still successful?"

"..." Fang Zhiyi shook his head helplessly, "It doesn't seem to work, I'm not conscious. If you come to help me later, I'll carry him out." As soon as Fang Zhiyi finished speaking, he thought of Song Zhicheng again The waist problem, thinking that if you carry him on your back, the force will not be very good, and it will probably make him feel uncomfortable for a while.

Then hug?Not too good either.This place is a mixed bag, so don't accidentally make headlines in the end.

After thinking for a while, he felt that he dropped a quarter of the antidote into the water unexpectedly, supported his head, and slowly fed him to drink.

Song Zhicheng felt much better this time. Not only did he open his eyes again, he could even sit up on the sofa by himself, but he was still exhausted, and he had to rely on his talents to prevent him from falling down.

This person, of course, is Fang Zhiyi.

"What happened to me just now?"

"You're drunk and unconscious. Feel better now?"

"It's much better." Song Zhicheng reluctantly raised his hand, squeezed the space between his brows, and thought to himself that he was getting worse and worse, a glass of wine could do it.

"Where's Du Sheng?"

"I'm here! How are you feeling, Cheng? Go back first and have a good sleep. Let Zhiyi see you off."

"what time is it now?"

"Eight fifteen."

"..." Song Zhicheng was very surprised, so he had slept for more than an hour just now?

"How is it? Ah Cheng. Let's go back first, it's okay, we'll come out for the horse race in two days."

"..." Song Zhicheng thought about it for a few seconds with his chaotic brain, and he also felt that this was not possible, so he nodded in agreement.

"I'm sorry to disappoint you. It's probably the sequelae of the last time." In fact, he wondered in his heart whether the medicine he took at work was incompatible with the spirits he drank just now, but he didn't say it because he wasn't sure.

Seeing that Song Zhicheng agreed, Fang Zhiyi put his hands on his shoulders and lifted him up vigorously.But since Song Zhicheng is quite tall after all, his weight is not light, and he has no strength now, so as soon as he stood up, the two of them almost fell back on the sofa together.Fortunately, Du Sheng was at the side to support him.

"Can you do it?"

"Okay." Fang Zhiyi took Song Zhicheng's dangling hand with one hand, and wrapped his arm around his waist with the other, and helped him walk out the door with difficulty.

Song Zhicheng probably felt that Fang Zhiyi was in too much pain like this, so he kept a little distance from him, and tried to walk with his own strength.But unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi hugged her back again.

He whispered in his ear, "Sincerely, rest assured that you will be handed over to me, and I will not drop you."

"..." Song Zhicheng didn't know what was wrong, but he felt a little hot in his heart. He let out a low "um" and really relaxed his body, transferring most of his weight to Fang Zhiyi.In fact, he also had bad intentions, he wanted to see how long Fang Zhiyi could last.

But unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi was able to steadily help him out of the door of the clubhouse and onto the car.This made Song Zhicheng admire him immediately.

"Go to bed first, I'll call you when we arrive." But Fang Zhiyi understood that Song Zhicheng would not be able to wake up temporarily after sleeping in the car.He nonchalantly greeted Du Sheng outside the car, telling him to go back and have fun, and after giving the driver a name of the place, he let Song Zhicheng get lazy to his side, and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

He knew that after tonight, everything would be different.

The car drove very fast, and soon arrived at the downstairs of Song Zhicheng's house.Fang Zhiyi patted Song Zhicheng's face symbolically, and called him a few more times.

He didn't respond.

Fang Zhiyi sighed, and helplessly told the driver that his friend was drunk and unconscious, and asked him if he could help him get him up.

The driver was also warm-hearted and agreed immediately.

So, Fang Zhiyi and the driver helped Song Zhicheng to the door of the apartment. He took out the key from his trouser pocket and opened the door. He helped Song Zhicheng into the room by himself and threw him on the bed.He fell directly on the sofa and gasped for breath.

I'm so tired... I'm exhausted...

Unexpectedly, Song Zhicheng, who looks thin, has such weight. If he hadn't been in the gym, dragging him for so long would be unbearable.

Fang Zhiyi slowly looked at Song Zhicheng on the bed on the sofa, her eyes were deep, and she didn't know what she was thinking about.

His original plan was to find a random box in the clubhouse to deal with him, but Song Zhicheng's symptoms seemed to be different from what he thought.So, just to be on the safe side, he still brought him home.

He went in and out of Song Zhicheng's house several times, but every time he wandered around the living room and kitchen, never set foot in his bedroom or study.Now, of course, I have to take the opportunity to look at it.

Looking at it this way, he was taken aback. Song Zhicheng's bedroom was similar to that of any girl's boudoir.