Chapter 123:
Pei Yuzhou’s gaze was sharp, his voice grinding from his throat, “Get lost.”
As soon as he let go, the yellow-haired guy immediately scurried away trembling, as nimble as could be, afraid he wouldn’t be able to leave a second later.
Meng Shuyou looked up, her gaze meeting a pair of deep and cold eyes, hazy and unclear.
Pei Yuzhou restrained his anger, pulled a paper towel from the bar counter to wipe his hands, “Drunk?”
The little girl refused to admit it, “Not drunk.”
But her slurred voice had already betrayed the fact that she was drunk.
“You know your alcohol tolerance is poor but still drink so much.” Pei Yuzhou stared at her flushed cheeks, reached out to support her arm, “Let’s go, head back.”
Meng Shuyou struggled free from his hand, “Not going back.”
Pei Yuzhou’s eyes narrowed slightly, “Not going back, you planning to spend the night here?”
Meng Shuyou nodded solemnly, “Yeah, spend the night here.”
“I’ll carry you.”
Pei Yuzhou’s hand hadn’t even touched her before she pushed it away, “No.”
He held his temper, “Then what do you want?”
Meng Shuyou thought for a moment, picked up the half glass of cocktail beside her, and held it to his lips, “This, try a sip, it’s delicious.”
Pei Yuzhou indulged her, parted his lips and took a sip.
He didn’t like this taste of cocktail, overly sweet and cheap.
Meng Shuyou blinked, curved her lips into a smile, “Guess the recipe of this drink, guess right and I’ll go with you.”
Pei Yuzhou never imagined he’d one day play such a childish game with her here, silent for a moment, then in a low voice: “Tequila, pomegranate juice, grapefruit juice, lime mint, syrup, can we go now?”
“How did you guess it so quickly?” Meng Shuyou muttered, “No fun.”
“Come back with me.”
“Fine.” She supported herself on the bar counter and got down from the high stool.
Her mobile phone and coat were left there, Pei Yuzhou picked them up for her.
As soon as they left the bar, away from the heating, the cold hit them, Meng Shuyou sucked in a breath of cold air and hugged her arms tightly.
She was only wearing a thin knitted dress inside.
Pei Yuzhou draped the coat over her shoulders, “Put it on.”
Meng Shuyou slipped her hands into the sleeves, then suddenly remembered something, “Seems like I forgot to pay.”
“Mark will pay.”
She “oh”-ed, turned and continued walking forward.
Pei Yuzhou grabbed her wrist, “Where to? The car is that way.”
Meng Shuyou mumbled, “I don’t want to ride in the car, I want to walk.”
Pei Yuzhou’s brow twitched, “Late at night and you don’t mind the cold?”
She was stubborn, “I’m not cold.”
Pei Yuzhou was at a loss with her, wouldn’t let him carry her, wouldn’t get in the car, insisted on walking herself.
A drunkard, no reasoning with her.
The driver slowly followed behind them in the car, seeing Miss Elara shake off Mister’s hand several times, as if throwing a tantrum.
When had they ever seen Mister with such good temperament, Miss Elara truly received unique favoritism from him.
Meng Shuyou walked under the streetlights, occasionally tilting her head to look at the surrounding skyscrapers, light and shadow crisscrossing on the glass curtain walls, shimmering brilliantly.
She had never felt Manhattan’s night view so carefully at night before.
Pei Yuzhou walked beside her, “You planning to walk all the way back?”
“Yeah.” Meng Shuyou sneezed, exhaling a puff of mist.
Pei Yuzhou’s patience ran out, gripped her shoulders and turned her to face him, “Have to make yourself catch a cold?”
Meng Shuyou’s drunken eyes were hazy, not taking in his words.
“Meng Shuyou, if you keep making trouble, I won’t care about you anymore.” His expression was serious, tone heavy.
Meng Shuyou stared at him blankly, her nose stinging, tears suddenly spilling from her eyes, wetting her long lashes, nothing but grievance left, “Why are you yelling at me? Do you get annoyed seeing me? I shouldn’t have come to find you, right?”
Pei Yuzhou’s heart tightened, her tears scorching creases into it, faintly burning.
“I’m not yelling at you.” His voice unconsciously softened, unable to bear seeing her cry, he bent down, raised his hand to gently wipe the tears from her face.
Meng Shuyou sniffled, her face frozen red, a crying tone spilling from her throat, “You were yelling at me just now.”
Pei Yuzhou’s palm rubbed against her face, helpless yet amused, “Drunk and pinning hats on me? When did I say I get annoyed seeing you?”
Meng Shuyou swatted his hand away, turned her head to the side, “I want to go back to school, I don’t want you to care.”
Pei Yuzhou turned her face back, “No flights now.”
“I can take a taxi.”
“Driving over ten hours, you willing to sit?”
Meng Shuyou’s eyes were wet and red, stubborn to the end, “Anyway, I want to go back.”
Never come find him again.
Pei Yuzhou compromised, “You say, what do you want me to do?”
Meng Shuyou met his gaze, thought for a moment, made a demand, “Apologize to me.”
Pei Yuzhou had never bowed his head to anyone in his life.
Forget it, a drunkard, no need to argue with her.
“Alright, my fault, shouldn’t have yelled at you.” Proud as he was, he still lowered his head to coax her, “Can you come back with me now?”
Meng Shuyou wasn’t satisfied, “You can’t call me by full name, sounds so fierce.”
“Then how do you hope I call you?” Pei Yuzhou threw the question back.
Meng Shuyou complained, “Don’t you have any sincerity, why ask me?”
