He Luyao is very proud. Wu Zhaoyun has never done this to her before.

Although it is true that Wu Zhaoyun provoked him first, she did it herself later. Because of Wu Zhaoyun's identity, they can't stir up gossip, do anything intimate, and say a few more words.

Originally, she had enough grievances. Unexpectedly, Wu Zhaoyun's attitude towards her was eased tonight.

Wu Zhaoyun drinks her wine. Do you really think she doesn't see it?

But she also wants to be ignorant.

At the end of the show, it was already more than 12 o'clock, and Wu Zhaoyun drank a little too much. He held his head and didn't move. Everyone was almost gone one after another. The only thing left was the director and some drunken people.

The director began to call the drivers for the actors. Wu Zhaoyun slowly raised his head when he heard the voice.

He turned to look at the drunk unconscious he Luyao, reached out and pushed her.

He Luyao opened her eyes vaguely. After seeing Wu Zhaoyun, she laughed, "Wu Zhaoyun..."

"You're drunk. Let me call your home."

He Luyao shook her head. She could hardly sit still.

Wu Zhaoyun stood up, went to he Luyao and coaxed him into saying, "give me your mobile phone. If you are drunk, I will find someone to pick you up."

He Luyao snorted and took out her mobile phone from her bag.

Wu Zhaoyun holds he Luyao's thumb and unlocks the lock.

He Luyao hummed, "give it to my mother Call my mother and let her pick me up... "

Wu Zhaoyun opens he Luyao's address book. The light on his mobile phone is reflected on Wu Zhaoyun's face. The drunken flush on his face is very obvious. But he was more conscious than ever.

He scratched for a long time, directly ignored the remark "Mom" mobile phone number.

Finally, the line of sight is fixed on the remark of "Ji".

Wu Zhaoyun dials the phone.

It took a long time for no one to answer.

Wu Zhaoyun's heart sank. If he doesn't answer, he'll have a lot of things to do tonight, and he'll make a fuss.

Fortunately, after a few dials, the other side still answered.

"Hello, sister..."

The voice at that end is a little childish male voice. Maybe it made him sleep, and his voice was dull and dumb.

Although Wu Zhaoyun did not want to admit it, the fact is that his head began to swell after hearing this sentence.

Wu Zhaoyun lowered his voice, "Hello, are you he Luyao's younger brother?"

"Well, I am." The rustling one seemed to be sitting up from the bed. "What's wrong with my sister?"

"We have a green banquet. She's drunk. Can you come and pick her up?"

"Well, good."

"I'll send the address to your mobile phone."

Hang up, Ji Rao scolded. He is not conscious now, and he doesn't have much contact with Wu Zhaoyun. He doesn't know who is at that end.

Wu Zhaoyun sent the address and put the mobile phone back into he Luyao's bag. I can't help but doubt myself. When did he degenerate to the point where he could only listen to a voice?

After the director came back, looking at the drunk three or four people, there was still some helplessness.

"The actresses are gone." He sat in a chair and poured himself a glass of water. "There are only a few actors left."

"Zhao Yun, can you go like this? Why don't I open a room for you all here? It's on the second floor. Otherwise I'm afraid of paparazzi. "

Wu Zhaoyun nodded, "OK."

The restaurant is on the first floor and the hotel is on the second floor. It's very convenient.