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Before Shen Jia took the initiative to ask the driver she called to send Fu Ying back, Jia Li said to Mo Rao, “Mo Rao, why don’t you send Fu Ying back? Only you know where his house is.”

He had offended Fu Ying previously, so he had to find a chance to compensate.

Although Fu Ying was drunk, his mind was still clear. As soon as Jia Li finished speaking, he agreed happily. “Alright! I want Mo Rao to stay with me! Anyway, I live with her…”

“Alright, alright, alright. I’ll send you off.” Mo Rao was afraid that Fu Ying would say that they lived together, so she hurriedly interrupted and agreed.

Shen Jia frowned and said, “If you’re unwilling, I can send Fu Ying.”

“I don’t want you to send me home.” Fu Ying’s tone instantly turned cold. Then, he pulled Mo Rao back like a clingy puppy. “I want Rao Rao to send me.”

Fu Ying’s attitude made many people present look at Mo Rao and him gossipily. Mo Rao felt vexed and said, “Got it. I’ll call Gu Hai now.”

Mo Rao was exasperated at Fu Ying. He usually had an annoying poker face, so why was he acting like a child when he was drunk?

After Gu Hai received Mo Rao’s call, he rushed over immediately and supported Fu Ying before leaving with Mo Rao.

Fu Ying and Mo Rao sat side by side in the backseat. Fu Ying opened the window to sober himself up, but it was useless.

“Rao Rao…” Fu Ying leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes as he muttered.

“You drank too much. Get some rest,” Mo Rao said helplessly as she looked at Fu Ying.

Fu Ying shook his head and said, “I’m not drunk. I’m still sober.”

When Fu Ying said these words, he sounded like a child and he couldn’t help but lean his head on Mo Rao’s shoulder.

In the enclosed space, Mo Rao felt that there was something ambiguous in the air. However, Fu Ying seemed to have a magnet on him and kept leaning against Mo Rao, the “iron”.

Even when Mo Rao was pushed to the corner, Fu Ying was still leaning against her.

Although they were separated by their clothes, Mo Rao could still feel Fu Ying’s hot body temperature.

As Fu Ying leaned on Mo Rao’s shoulder, he became much more obedient, like a drifting ship moored in a harbor.

“Fu Ying, get up…”

Mo Rao was about to push Fu Ying away when she realized that he had already closed his eyes.

Seeing that Fu Ying was sleeping soundly, Mo Rao gave up on calling him and simply let him lean on her shoulder.

After all, a man who drank too much might be even more troublesome after he sobered up.

Along the way, Mo Rao’s neck felt like furry dandelions were floating past. The dandelions were warm and itchy as they floated out of Fu Ying’s nose.

She looked out of the window. In winter, the streets were always desolate, but the man beside her was burning, so Mo Rao felt like she was at the intersection between ice and fire. As long as she reached out, she could feel the cold.

In this state, Mo Rao finally reached home.

“Fu Ying, we’re home.” Mo Rao pushed Fu Ying.

Fu Ying rubbed against Mo Rao, but didn’t speak or move again and continued leaning against Mo Rao.

After Gu Hai stopped the car, he turned to look at the backseat. Mo Rao was already squeezed to the point of being unable to move. Looking at Fu Ying, Gu Hai wanted to laugh, but his professional ethics made him hold it in. He helped Mo Rao call out, “President Fu, we’re home! If you don’t get up soon, Miss Mo will be squeezed to death by you.”

Gu Hai’s words were indeed useful. Just as he finished speaking, Fu Ying straightened his body and leaned against the back of the chair. Although his consciousness was still a little blurry, he was able to get out of the car with Gu Hai’s help.

“President Fu, be careful.” Every time he saw Fu Ying staggering, Gu Hai would tense up.

Mo Rao also followed Fu Ying and helped Gu Hai support him.

When they reached the house, perhaps because he heard Mo Rao’s voice, Mo Yuan pushed open the door.

“Rao Rao? Why are you with Fu Ying? Is he drunk?” Mo Yuan widened his eyes and asked.