Chapter 955

Wu Xuewei almost fell asleep in the car. Jolen patted her face from time to time. She was afraid that she would really fall asleep. When she got to the apartment, she couldn't find her home.

The taxi stopped in front of the apartment door: "here, it's 76 yuan in total."

Qiao Lun took out a large note, said he didn't need to find it, and then helped Wu Xuewei out of the car. Wu Xuewei couldn't stand stably. She was helped out of the car and muttered discontentedly.

"Xuewei, stand up. What floor do you live on?" Jolen was also very tired. He drank a lot. At the moment, he just had to use his willpower to send her home.

"Don't know, don't ask me... I don't know anything... Er..." she hiccupped. She covered her mouth and wanted to vomit. Her feet tilted and fell to one side.

Jolen pulled her back quickly. She bumped into his arms. He hugged her tightly and was afraid that she would fall again. Wu Xuewei hugged him and sobbed vaguely: "Oh... It's so uncomfortable..."

"No, no, no, no more. How many floors do you live on?" Jolen patted her in the face and coaxed her.

"I don't... know..." his head rubbed in his arms.

Jorun looks pale. Don't you know? Seeing that they all got home downstairs, they couldn't go up yet. After thinking about it, he still felt that forget it. He couldn't bear to see her so uncomfortable. He just sent her to the hotel for one night.

Just as she was about to turn around, a dark shadow came straight from one side and robbed the people in his arms.

"What are you doing..." when the angry voice scolded, he paused when he saw the face of the visitor. Jorun looked at Feng churui, frowned and tried to say, "are you Xuewei's uncle?"

Holding Wu Xuewei, who couldn't stand steadily all over the wine station, Feng churui looked cold and heavy. He didn't look at Qiao Lun. In a low voice, he asked, "how much did she drink?"

Qiao Lun was annoyed that he didn't take himself seriously, but it was about Wu Xuewei. He endured it. "I haven't calculated carefully. At least a few bottles."

"Thank you for bringing her back." Thanks, Feng churui's voice is rigorous: "also, I don't want to see her get drunk with you in the future."

Jorun looked at him and Wu Xuewei, and finally asked, "Xuewei lives with you? My God! You... How can you..."

Before he finished, Feng churui picked up Wu Xuewei, turned and left him alone, yelling in shock.

"Well... It's so uncomfortable..." he was put into bed Wu Xuewei, who was on the bus, tilted her body out of the window. Xiumei frowned tightly and covered her mouth with one hand.

Feng churui, who came in with Jiejiu soup, saw her fall out of bed, put down the Jiejiu soup, and helped her into the bathroom to make her vomit.

"Vomit..." as soon as she got to the bathroom, Wu Xuewei immediately vomited out and vomited faintly until she finally lay on the edge of the toilet and gasped.

Feng churui looked at it calmly and handed the cup in time: "rinse your mouth."

After vomiting, she woke up a little. She took the cup and obediently rustled her mouth. Feng churui asked, "do you still want to vomit?"

She shook her head feebly.

Without saying a word, he took her out.

He was laid in bed again On the, he rolled around, rolled to the middle of the bed, and pulled up the soft quilt with both hands to sleep.

"Get up and drink the antidote soup before you sleep." An irresistible voice came from my ear.

It was really noisy. She waved impatiently and wanted to shoot off the noise source. She murmured vaguely: "don't make noise... Don't make me sleep..."

Snap——

Junlian was slapped by her claws waving in the air. There was a sudden rise of cold air pressure in the air.