[Entertainment circle] The starlight in the pen is not as good as you

"So, do you want to take them all back?" Mo Tongtong's expression was as harsh as winter.

"According to the situation, have you not been drinking?"

Out of a bad premonition about what might happen next, Mo Tongtong was silent for a while before saying: "Yes, I didn't drink."

Lu Sanbao laughed, obviously he was still drunk, even when talking to Mo Tongtong, he was not restrained as usual, showing a bit of chic and unrestrained: "What are you thinking, even if you want to put them all back, you can't do it ——I know what kind of car you have."

Mo Tongtong breathed a sigh of relief.

It was true that she felt she couldn't leave these people here, and indeed she couldn't help but resist having such people in her car.

Lu Sanbao took out a key from Fengjiang's pocket, held it in his hand and said, "First call the valet driver, and then help them out, they can stay at my place, anyway, my place is very empty."

Mo Tongtong's eyes drifted away from Gu Zhanqiao, who was holding her arm, to Feng Jiang, who was lying respectfully at the farthest distance, and felt that the people he could help should be quite limited.

In the end, Mo Tongtong could only control Gu Zhanqiao, who hadn't completely lost consciousness, from going crazy with alcohol, and then watched Lu Sanbao and the boss memorize everyone one by one.

Gu Zhanqiao hugged her neck and acted coquettishly, her voice seemed to have wavy lines: "Tongtong~talk to others~look at Qiaoqiao~"

Mo Tongtong covered Gu Zhanqiao's head with a coat, and then wrapped Gu Zhanqiao's entire upper body with a long scarf so that she would not be blown by the cold wind.

Gu Zhanqiao was not very cooperative, she struggled with tears: "It's hot, don't tie me up, I will be obedient, don't tie me up..."

"..." Mo Tongtong couldn't figure out what kind of plot Gu Zhanqiao was dreaming about.

She loosened the scarf slightly, and Gu Zhanqiao tapped her toes to her face again, and whispered, "Tongtong, look at me."

Mo Tongtong turned her head to look at her, and their noses touched each other.

Gu Zhanqiao's eyelashes almost touched her eyelids, and the smell of alcohol and fruit lingered around her.

She grabbed Gu Zhanqiao's shoulder so that she would not lose her composure in public.

Gu Zhanqiao murmured in confusion: "Why can't I approach you?"

The voice was low hoarse, with a kind of heartbreaking fragility.

However, in the next second, Gu Zhanqiao twisted her waist and said coquettishly: "Tongtong~ I want to kiss~ Qiao Qiao wants to kiss~~"

Mo Tongtong: "..."

Lu Sanbao happened to come down, he straightened the heads of the three people sitting on the sofa, and said calmly: "I will act as if I didn't hear or see anything."

Mo Tongtong: "..."

Mo Tongtong took care of Gu Zhanqiao and Ji Yu, and the substitute driver was in charge of the other three. Everyone went outside the gate of the community and asked the security guard to help them all to Lu Sanbao's room.

Lu Sanbao dragged out the mats and quilts from the box and spread them on the floor, making a simple bed, and put everyone on it except Gu Zhanqiao.

When it came to Ji Yu, he hesitated.

After all, she was a girl, so he pulled Ji Yu out from between Feng Jiang and Chang Weiying, and carried him onto the air mattress.

As for Gu Zhanqiao...

"Go back and take care of her, Teacher Mutong."

Mo Tongtong nodded, looked around and said, "If you have any questions, please go upstairs and find me."

Lu Sanbao squatted on the ground and didn't answer.

Gu Zhanqiao was in a semi-drowsy state, muttering and buried her head in Mo Tongtong's neck.

Mo Tongtong thought about letting Gu Zhanqiao go back to rest, but she was also very concerned about what happened to Lu Sanbao.

After thinking about it, she couldn't help but ask, "do you have anything to say to me?"

The superimposed breathing of several people echoed in the empty room, Feng Jiang turned over and put his legs on Chang Weiying's stomach.

Chang Weiying gradually frowned, and at the end suddenly howled "Brother Lumiere, bless you!", and pushed Feng Jiang away.

Lu Sanbao said: "You idiot, you actually seek the protection of Brother Lumiere."

He paused for a moment, then continued: "They don't bless this kind of thing."

Mo Tongtong: "..."

Mo Tongtong knew that the Lumiere brothers were the inventors of movies and movie projectors, but he didn't understand why they still had the function of blessing something.

Lu Sanbao raised his head, with several layers of folds on his forehead: "If someone is great to a certain extent in the eyes of others, he should be able to become a belief."

Mo Tongtong was silent and nodded for a while.

Lu Sanbao's gaze seems to be looking at her, and it seems to be looking at the void or another world through her: "I used to think that I was ashamed to talk about my dreams, but I didn't realize until I met you. I just didn't touch you for a long time. I have reached the edge of my dream, so I am already desperate."

"But you—but you showed me the shape of the staircase.

I have waited too long for this day. "

In the silent darkness, there was only one old yellow light bulb emitting light, and the light even vibrated continuously like a heartbeat.

Everyone's breathing was deep and shallow, like undulating waves, rushing to the depths of their minds in the quiet and endless night.

Mo Tongtong looked at Lu Sanbao, not knowing how to reply.

However, Lu Sanbao didn't seem to want her to reply either.

There was a faint smile on the face of the other party, and there was a strange mystery.

Then he fell backwards and landed on Chang Weiying's body.

Chang Weiying groaned in pain, curled up and changed direction, frowning, fell asleep again after breaking away from Lu Sanbao.

Just like the corpse-like sudden awakening, Lu Sanbao also seemed—as if—probably fell asleep again suddenly.

Mo Tongtong poked her head over and looked at Lu Sanbao's earth-shattering snoring, and felt that the world was so big that there were no surprises there.

She stayed where she was for a while, and after making sure no one woke up suddenly, she turned off the lights in the room, and helped Gu Zhanqiao out.

Others can ignore it, but for Gu Zhanqiao's words, Mo Tongtong must help her take a bath.

Speaking of which, it is not the first time to help the drunk Gu Zhanqiao take a bath.

If you expand the scope, although you are not drunk, you have helped Gu Zhanqiao take a bath many times.

Mo Tongtong originally thought that she should be considered a skilled worker in this field, but she didn't expect that Gu Zhanqiao, who was not drunk enough, was much more difficult to deal with than the messy drunk.

Gu Zhanqiao, who was already half asleep, gradually woke up the moment she entered the bathtub water.

She was half confused and half excited looking at Mo Tongtong, that look made Mo Tongtong feel like she was a piece of fragrant meat or something.

To make matters worse, the other party was delirious but articulate.

"Tongtong, you took off my clothes."

"..." Mo Tongtong washed Gu Zhanqiao's hair in the white steam.

"You, you rascal."

"..." Mo Tongtong scolded in a low voice, "Stop talking."

Gu Zhanqiao puffed up her face, and said aggrievedly: "You are killing me."

"..." Although extremely ashamed, Mo Tongtong said in a low voice, "Hey, don't make trouble."

Gu Zhanqiao looked up at Mo Tongtong, her eyes sparkling: "Tongtong, you take off your clothes too."

"..."

"It's not fair that you take off my clothes but not yours."

Mo Tongtong pushed Gu Zhanqiao who was about to stand up back into the water.

The milky-white pool with bath salts was originally filled with hot water that could cover Gu Zhanqiao's whole body, but Gu Zhanqiao was struggling in the bathtub, and it was inevitable that he would be happy/light/had/ejaculated.

The contrast between white and bright red was so strong that Mo Tongtong's mind stopped and her breathing stagnated.

She whispered in Gu Zhanqiao's ear, "You're drunk, be good."

Mo Tongtong obviously didn't know that the last thing she could say to a drunk was "you're drunk".

Gu Zhanqiao's eyes widened, and she said with certainty: "Of course I'm not drunk."

Her arm came out of the water and grabbed Mo Tongtong's frothy wrist: "I'm not drunk... I'm just... I'm just..."

She anxiously searched for words in her mind, with an anxious look on her face, and after thinking for a long time, she slowly said: "I'm a little sad."

Her eyes gradually focused and fixed on Mo Tongtong's face.

That look was like a vortex that would suck people into the pupils.

"Don't you want to touch me? Tongtong."

She pulled Mo Tongtong's hand into the water, swimming in the warm water with the fragrance of milk.

The touch that is more delicate than the best silk and satin flicked across the fingers for a short time, Gu Zhanqiao let out a low cry, and then raised her head to look at Mo Tongtong with a shy and timid look.

"It's kind of weird," she said.

The steam swirling upwards dazzled the shower curtain with dark patterns, making the patterns on it more clear.

Mo Tongtong combed Gu Zhanqiao's hair with one hand, and gently moved up the other's arm with the other.

The warmth of the lamp seems to be scorching the skin, and all exposed/exposed parts are hot and hot.

Mo Tongtong wasn't sure whether it was the condensed water vapor or the sweat brought by the heat/waves that slipped from her forehead.

The heavy breathing that could not be identified was resounding continuously in the closed room.

Maybe it belongs to two people.

The longing that has always been like driftwood, without focus and drifting with the flow, suddenly turned into a blazing flame.

The flame scorched the heart, boiling the blood, bringing vigorous steam, intertwined with the water vapor in the bathroom, blurring the vision...