Chapter 150

Award is already very satisfying for her."It’s great to get a consolation prize at the Gold Seal Awards. Getting the Newcomer Award is still pretty impressive." Gao Chunmiao spoke candidly, making ev...Chapter 150

All of these are strong liquor, and Warm was really afraid that he would get drunk. She couldn't help saying, "Ye Feimo, you still need to drive."

Ye Feimo calmly replied, "The fine I've paid is enough for me to run ten years' worth of red lights; if I'm caught, they'll deduct from it. No problem."

Warm: ""

Cai Xiaojing was speechless as well. There were even pre-paid fines. Director Ye, you really thought ahead.

Insightful words.

Warm helplessly shook her head. Getting caught would be a minor matter; drunk driving and causing injury would be terrible. Besides, what if something happened When Wu again raised his glass to toast him, Warm smilingly took it from him and said with a smile, "Don't keep pouring for him; he's already half-drunk. Everyone please hold back."

Ye Feimo's face turned red; when the alcohol kicked in, he might really be drunk.

The director clapped his hands and asked, "What relationship are you two"

Ye Feimo swept Warm into an embrace and said very seriously, "My wife."

The whole room fell silent.

Someone who was holding a shrimp ball dropped it in the bowl, splashing soup all over themselves.

Warm first laughed insincerely, then foolishly, and finally very earnestly: "See I told you; he's drunk. Drunk, drunk, drunk."

Ye Feimo gave a couple of cold huffs. Warm sat down, her heart in turmoil as she picked up the glass to drink.

Drunk.

He was drunk—she couldn't take it seriously.

Warm's face showed nothing, but inside, waves were crashing over the idea that he was so drunk.

Warm secretly cursed herself for being an idiot; if she let one "wife" throw her off balance, she definitely wouldn't be fooled. She could never forgive him so easily; it wasn't something to take lightly.

Her heart was beating too hard; fortunately, no one noticed as she went to the restroom on some pretext.

When she came back, Cai Xiaojing had already left.

Director Li said that Cai Xiao Jing had to leave due to an emergency.

When Nu Wen cursed, everyone kept drinking until nine o'clock before finally leaving. Ye Fei Mo had drunk a lot of alcohol and was walking unsteadily. Once everyone else left, Nu Wen had no choice but to support him downstairs.

Looking at his condition, he clearly couldn’t drive.

All of them had been drinking today; they absolutely couldn’t drive. Otherwise, if a traffic police officer caught them, it would definitely make the news.

"Didn't I tell you not to drink so much" Nu Wen was frustrated and had originally planned to call a taxi for him. However, Ye Fei Mo refused to ride in one and insisted on walking home. She gritted her teeth as she watched him wobble unsteadily before finally going over to support him. Ye Fei Mo boldly wrapped his arms around Nu Wen’s waist, and with one hand accidentally brushed the edge of her 34B chest.

Nu Wen was furious; he must be faking it!

But looking at his flushed face and how drunk he smelled, she couldn’t help but feel like he wasn’t pretending.

"Ye Fei Mo, don't be unreasonable. It’s the middle of the night—where are you going I have no idea how to get back home. Let's just take a taxi," Nu Wen tried persuading him. Ye Fei Mo stumbled and almost fell over; Nu Wen hurriedly supported him.

He really had drunk a lot, his face flushed red. Nu Wen was at a loss—she didn’t know how to handle his drunken antics. She gently persuaded him, "Ye Fei Mo, let's just take a taxi."

"No," Ye Fei Mo firmly rejected her, insisting on walking and holding onto her tightly. Nu Wen was embarrassed; she had terrible sense of direction and didn’t even know which direction the Ming Cheng Apartment complex was in.

There were many roads in City A that connected to each other, who knew where he might end up

Ye Fei Mo wasn’t light either. Over a hundred pounds of him pressed onto Nu Wen nearly crushed her.

"Ye Fei Mo, please don't act like this."

She kept asking for several minutes, but he still ignored her; Nu Wen was furious. Who gave men the right to go crazy when they were drunk

Nu Wen pushed Ye Fei Mo away roughly, "If you want to walk home by yourself then do so. I’m going back—I don’t care about you anymore."

Ye Fei Mo turned his head and took a glance at her before walking forward again. Nu Wen was frustrated; he really did intend to walk alone

In the middle of the night, if he got hit by a car or something no one would even know.

Hmpf hmpf hmpf! Don't jinx me—what are you thinking!

Given Ye Fei Mo’s situation, Nu Wen couldn’t bear to leave him alone. She chased after him for twenty meters and supported him again, resignedly asking, "Where exactly are you heading"

"Home."

"It's faster to go home by car."

"I like walking."

"To hell with that," you said, "When did you start liking to walk Don't tell me you're drunk again. Ye Feimo is staggering down the street and reaches a commercial square. There's a fountain in front of it, and many people are dancing on the square, creating quite a lively scene, both middle-aged and young couples.

Wenran, wearing ten-centimeter high heels, found it very uncomfortable being pressed by Ye Feimo as he walked, so she pulled him over to sit down for a rest.

To Wenran's surprise, Ye Feimo was surprisingly cooperative. She lowered her tired little legs and looked at him, but when he stared back, she turned away, "What are you looking at Haven't you seen anything like this before"

He suddenly pulled her onto his lap as if she had fallen there. He held her comfortably in his arms, which were quite strong. Wenran was embarrassed until she noticed that other couples nearby were sitting similarly; otherwise, it would be rather embarrassing.

She wasn't sure whether he was really drunk or pretending to be and decided not to speak further but to let him hold her while they watched the square dancers together. However, after a short while, Ye Feimo started rubbing her waist, his hand moving upwards. She felt very embarrassed.

Could she yell "indecent assault"

"What are you doing with your hands"

"Holding you."

"Pervert! Don't be too bold, there are so many people around. Even if you don’t care about yourself, I still do," Wenran said jokingly as she tried to pull his hand away; it was truly excessive.

"No one will recognize you at this hour."

"That doesn't matter either," Wenran said firmly and grabbed his hand again, placing it back on her waist but holding it tight so he couldn’t move it up any further. It was too perverted to allow.

Ye Feimo let out a humph but didn't say anything more.

The two watched people dance around the square; there were many dancers and spectators throughout the night.

Wenran, after some time, asked, "Can we go home now, Second Young Master Ye"

"Not yet."

"Then how long do you plan to stay here"

"Until dawn," he replied.

Wenran laughed in disbelief, saying, "Please, it breaks up at ten o'clock. Who’s going to dance until the morning Ye Feimo didn't budge and held her tightly without any intention of letting go. Wenran shook her head and asked, "Are you really drunk"

"No"

"I guess so," Warm said with a cold snort. "Since you're not drunk, go home."

"Don't want to."

"Ye Feimo, how old are you" Warm couldn’t help but ask.

Ye Feimo feigned ignorance of the subtext in her words and replied earnestly, "25."

"You're 26, an old man," she said.

"Nonsense."

"I'm only 20. In comparison, you’re definitely an old man."

Ye Feimo: " "

He didn’t say anything more. Why did he count as 26 just because his last birthday was at age 25, while she still counted as 20 even after her twentieth birthday Was this what they called differential treatment

This really wasn't fair.

"Won’t you come home" Warm tried to persuade him patiently.

Ye Feimo ignored her for a long time before saying, "I checked your Weibo yesterday."

"And then what"

Ye Feimo glared at her. Warm was puzzled; why glare Also, what were you doing checking my Weibo in the first place There are quite a few people who curse me on Weibo. She read every single comment but never saw Ye Feimo.

"Have you followed me"

"No."

"Why didn’t you follow me"

"Did you follow me"t.The warm hand trembled slightly, the umbrella fell onto the ground, and raindrops mercilessly hit her. It was really cold, lightning flashed across the sky, and the rain was icy-cold. Fei Mo, is thi...