I really want to be a salted fish

Chapter 180 Did you go in?

Inside the car, it's quiet.

Su Shao didn't speak, just quietly leaned on the chair.

That pair of bright and bright eyes, with a drunken glare, wrapped around Song Yan's face.

Blurred and charming.

"Su Shao." Song Yan asked in a low voice, "Weicheng. Why did you drink on the street so late?"

He actually wanted to say that minors cannot drink alcohol, but after thinking about it, the little girl seemed to be an adult.

With the warm air in the car, Su Shao had the urge to feel drowsy, but her eyes were kept open, and she didn't move away from Song Yan's face.

After a while, she murmured, "Song Yan."

Song Yan said "um", but didn't turn her head to look at her.

Yes, I recognized him when I was drunk.

"That's great, only you want me."

The girl's voice was soft and choked with sobs.

Song Yan's fingers gripped the steering wheel a little harder, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at the little girl beside him.

The eye sockets are red, moist, a little charming and delicate.

Song Yan had never seen such a fragile side of her, like a withered rose, the petals were curled up, and there was no vitality.

Song Yan, "I'll take you back to school."

Su Shao shook his head and said stubbornly, "Not going back to school."

"It's already late, don't make trouble!" Song Yan said coldly.

Hearing his tough attitude, Su Shao immediately untied the safety belt, "I won't go back to school, I won't go back! Go to Wutong Road, go vomit—"

She tossed a few times, her stomach was overwhelmed, and now she suddenly felt like vomiting.

Song Yan hurriedly raised a hand to cover Su Shao's mouth, then pulled the car to the side of the road and stopped.

He didn't want Su Shao to vomit, nor was he afraid of getting the car dirty. If he really vomited while driving just now, it might be a little unsafe.

Just as he was about to withdraw his hand, a moist numbness suddenly came from the palm of his hand.

The little girl just did.
Tongue out?

Song Yan was stiff all over, and suddenly withdrew his hand.

His mouth was dry and his throat was a little tight.

"I don't want to wear a mask, I can't breathe." Su Shao slumped on the seat, with misty eyes, pleading, "Song Yan, I want to go to Wutong Road."

Although I don't know why the little girl insisted on going to Wutong Road, Song Yan responded with a rare good temper, and said in a slightly comforting voice, "Okay, I'll take you there! But put on your seat belt first."

Su Shaochi sat down obediently with her nose slipped, and fumbled for the seat belt with both hands, but she couldn't insert it into the safety card slot no matter what.

Song Yan knew that she was drunk, and her eyes were dizzy when she saw anything.

"I'll do it." He took the seat belt in those little hands and leaned to the right.

The short black hair tied Su Shao's chin, and the refreshing shampoo mixed with cedar melted into Su Shao's nose, and then passed into his lungs.

It smells very reassuring.

It's Song Yan's taste!

A seat belt was also difficult for Song Yan, who tried it several times but failed to insert it correctly.

The numbness in his palm has not faded away.

"Song Yan, can you get in?" Su Shao opened his mouth, and the smell of alcohol filled the cabin.

Not a bad smell.

Boozy, a little sweet, like bonbons.

Song Yan knew that the little girl's words were out of her mind, but he...
Gee!
Grinding people!
After a while, there was a click, and the seat belt was buckled.

Song Yan felt relieved, and he sat up slowly.

"Is it inserted?" The girl said softly.

Her answer was to step on the gas pedal to the bottom.
　Good night, let's vote for the new day~~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)