Ye Luo Zhiqiu

After hanging up the phone, Yang Yong smiled as if relieved, lay down on the table, and looked at the text message in the phone.

"Ayong, why is the phone turned off?" It was eight o'clock last night.

"Ayong, I won't be going tonight, go to bed early when you come back!" It was nearly ten o'clock last night.

"Ayong, why is the phone not turned on yet? I will pick you up at noon, and I want to eat your cooking!" This morning at [-]:[-].

"Ayong, did you lose your phone?" Twelve o'clock.

"Ayong, what's the matter with you? Why didn't you go home?" One o'clock in the afternoon...

"Ayong, do you know?" It was about five o'clock in the afternoon.

"Ayong, uncle made a mistake, can you come back?" Six thirty.

"Ayong, come back, I'll tell you when you come back!" Seven o'clock.

"Ayong, where are you? It's late, come back, uncle is in a hurry!" The last text message was at [-]:[-].

Yang Yong looked at his phone, it was 43:[-], half an hour ago.

Although the consciousness is very clear, but the body is a bit disobedient, the stomach is suffocated, and I want to release it. I stand up, wobble, and hurriedly grab the table and sit down.

Lying quietly on the table, the noise around him suddenly seemed to open up, all kinds of noisy voices flooded into Yang Yong's ears, and Yang Yong couldn't help being upset...

After hanging up the phone, Ma Jun's eyes were red, and he dropped a half-smoked cigarette. The small box with cigarette butts in the car was already full of cigarette butts.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the anxiety in my heart, I started the car and drove quickly towards the place Yang Yong said.

Push the door, go in, glance, there is no Yang Yong in the whole hall.

Ma Jun couldn't help being anxious and checked carefully.

Finally, in a corner, I found Yang Yong who was drunk.

At that moment, Ma Jun walked over quickly, ignoring the many men who came forward, and went straight to Yang Yong's table.

There were five empty wine bottles piled up on the table. Ma Jun frowned, stepped forward, and said:

"Ayong?"

Hearing this, Yang Yong raised his head, opened his eyes, and looked at Da Majun through his blurred eyes, expressionless.

Ma Jun said in his heart that it was terrible, I am afraid that Yang Yong knew, how could he know?Ma Jun endured the doubts in his heart, stepped forward, and carefully helped Yang Yong up.

"Let's go back!"

Yang Yong didn't speak, stood up obediently, and was supported by Ma Jun.

"Cut, who is he who looks so fat and drinks like this, uncle, I think you should stop being with him as early as possible, what do you think of me? I am very good, and the back is still tight, you can Give it to you!" At this moment, a very slender man spoke.

Hearing this, Yang Yong raised his head and looked at the man.

She looks pretty good, but she speaks very girlishly. She wears a light brown leather jacket and has slanted bangs. She looks like a bamboo pole. She is not tall, with a hole in her ear.

"Go find someone else, I don't like your type!" Ma Jun said coldly, and then left with Yang Yong supported.

Behind him, the man's face turned red, and he couldn't help cursing a few times inwardly. Under the mocking gaze of his companion, he sat down awkwardly.

"Damn it, what's so good about a fat man, you actually look down on me!" The man couldn't help cursing in front of his companions.

"Don't worry about it. Didn't you see Brother Shan sitting in that guy's seat just now? Obviously they know each other, so you better stop messing around. Besides, you guy, if you see one and love the other, you can guarantee that you will always like it." This middle-aged bear?" Beside him, a companion laughed.

"I..." The man was speechless, and then, a little annoyed, he began to argue: "I swear, I really like this middle-aged bear!"

"Haha..." Beside, the two companions laughed loudly.

Suddenly, the man's face turned red...

Yang Yong didn't speak, and let Ma Jun support him.

After getting into the car and fastening his seat belt, Ma Jun got into the car.

When he went back, Yang Yong didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a little silent.

Ma Jun couldn't help but turned his head, looked at Yang Yong, and said softly, "Ayong, do you know?"

Yang Yong didn't speak, but closed his eyes.

Embarrassed, Ma Jun smiled wryly.

"May I go back and explain to you?" Ma Jun begged.

Yang Yong still didn't speak, the smell of cigarettes in the car was very heavy, which made Yang Yong who drank wine on an empty stomach and blew the wind, and sitting in the car, he felt his stomach was overwhelmed and couldn't help but want to vomit.

"Stop the car, I'm going to throw up!" Yang Yong said.

Hearing this, Ma Jun hurriedly parked the car by the roadside.

As soon as the car stopped, Yang Yong got out of the car immediately, holding on to the electric pole beside him and vomited wildly.

Drinking on an empty stomach, this taste is really uncomfortable, Yang Yong only felt that he was about to spit out gall, and in the end, there was a sour taste in his mouth.

"Ah Yong, are you okay!" Ma Jun got out of the car, supported Yang Yong, watched Yang Yong vomit, and spoke anxiously.

There was nothing in his stomach, Yang Yong retched a few times, Ma Jun hurriedly patted Yang Yong's back.

"Shun Shun Qi!" Saying this, Ma Jun handed over a towel.

He grabbed the towel, wiped his mouth indiscriminately, and stood up wobbly.For a moment, Yang Yong noticed that the filth he spit out splashed on the storage pipes of the two of them.

Ma Jun hurriedly supported him, took Mao Jing, and handed over a bottle of water.

Yang Yong picked it up, unscrewed it, poured it into his mouth, snorted a few times, and spat it out.

Feeling better, Yang Yong took a deep breath and went back to the car.

Ma Jun hurriedly supported him.

After getting into the car, Ma Jun drove away in a hurry. Yang Yong threw up all over the floor just now. If he was caught, he would definitely be taught a lesson for a long time.

In the car, after Yang Yong vomited, he relaxed a lot, sank into the car seat, and closed his eyes.

Ma Jun smiled awkwardly and concentrated on driving, but, from time to time, he turned his head to look at Yang Yong.

Soon, they returned to the community.