"Hey, are you a friend of type?"

"I am an actor who is in the same movie as Jae-sing. Now that he is drunk, can you come and pick him up?" The silence on the other end of the phone made Li Baoying take it for granted because of her vigilance against strangers, and immediately explained that she didn't want to cause trouble.

"It's just a colleague in the crew!" After hearing the other party's explanation, Song Ji-hyo's eyes, which were originally tearful, began to turn cloudy, and an uncontrollable secret joy emerged in her heart.

"Where are you now? I'll come here soon." A smile that was unstoppable on his lips began to appear. Song Ji-hyo asked about the address without hesitation, although she also didn't know where the An Zai-shaped home lived.

"We are in XXX Street, XXX Cave..." The other party was a young woman. When she heard the question on the other end of the phone, Li Baoying immediately listened to the other party's age, which should be similar to her, but she did not gossip about the other party's identity and accurately reported the address of the restaurant. Then she heard the other party hurriedly put aside, "I'll come soon..." and hung up the phone.

"A friend of Zaixing will come to pick him up soon. Let's talk to the boss and leave." Seeing the hanging up sound from the other end of the phone, Li Baoying turned around and saw everyone watching her staff say she left. After all, she is an artist or a female artist to help An Zaixing applaud her good friends. Just now her agent started calling her to leave.

"Let's go..."

"Then let's go back together."

When I heard someone say that the staff who had already wanted to go back immediately put down their reserve and left the restaurant one by one.

"Boss, there is another friend of mine who will come over soon. Please take care of us. Now we are all girls here, and you will be afraid of any danger if you go back late..." Li Baoying patiently explained to the restaurant owner and left.

"Don't worry..." He made a promise to Li Baoying that he had seen many drunk customers like this for so many years, so he was not surprised that his friends came to pick him up.

...

"Is it here?" Song Ji-hyo, who simply put on her coat and had a ponytail facing the sky, came to the restaurant that the woman on the phone tells her. Looking at the dim lights in the restaurant, Song Ji-hyo hesitated at the door.

"May I ask, are you here to pick up your friends?" The boss, who was waiting at the door of the store, saw a beautiful woman wandering at the door of the restaurant, and immediately started to go forward and ask.

"That's right, it's me. Boss, is my friend in your store?" Seeing an honest middle-aged man asking him, Song Ji-hyo immediately replied, "I saw that the star is right here."

Following the boss into the restaurant, I saw An Zai-sharp lying on the dining table. The tables and chairs in the restaurant had been sorted and stacked. It was time for the restaurant to close.

"Mr. Driver, Rishan..." Rejecting the boss's kindness to help, Song Ji-hyo struggled to help An Jae-sharply up and got on a taxi, and sat in the back seat with the drunk An Jae-sharp. Song Ji-hyo reported the address of his family to the driver.

"Okay," he heard the destination, and the driver immediately pressed the pedometer and started the car. While driving the middle-aged driver in the taxi, he looked at a man and a woman in the rear seat through the rearview mirror in the car. Because he was bare-faced, the lights in the rear seat were a little dim, so the driver did not recognize the two artists in his car.

"How is it, little girl, I want you to pick you up when my boyfriend is drunk?" Seeing An Zaixing looking at An Zaixing with a tender face in the back seat, he rested his head on his shoulder and patted his body to relieve the other's drunkenness. Of course, the driver positioned the two as a couple.

"Yeah." Hearing the driver's words, Song Ji Hyo looked at An Jae-sing, who was still drunk, and then he showed a happy smile and responded to the driver, "Just let me become your girlfriend again."

"You should persuade your boyfriend to drink like this. Young people can get so drunk." Seeing Song Ji Hyo's appearance, the driver felt that he should persuade these two people. Drinking like this is not a good thing.

"No, he only had a reason today. He couldn't drink like this." Song Ji-hyo, with a tenderness like water, explained with affectionate look at An Jae-sing's sleeping face in the deep sleep. Although the other party was just a stranger, she also didn't want An Jae-sing to be slandered.

"I said..." Seeing Song Ji Hyo protecting her, the driver wanted to say a few more words, but when he saw the atmosphere in the rear seat, he closed his mouth very well, so he should not participate in other people's affairs.

On the brightly lit streets, the city still cannot be quiet at night. The hustle and bustle is constantly in the day and night. This is what humans call a bustle city. From time to time, there will be drunk passers-by on the road and shouting and drinking, and a young and energetic generation laughing and playing on the streets.

Just like putting himself in a small world, Song Ji Hyo felt that he would feel a sense of happiness lingering in her heart by just looking at An Jie-shaped face silently. It would be nice if the car could keep driving like this and keep going like this. Suddenly, this idea emerged in her heart.

"Little girl, it's here..." The driver stopped the car and saw Song Ji-hyo, who was in a trance in the back seat, had no choice but to speak, and had arrived at his destination without realizing it.

"Well, are you here?" Hearing the driver's reminder, will Song Ji Hyo come back from his insanity and end up eventually? Seeing the familiar doorstep, but at this moment she hopes to be farther away, so far that it will be so good that it will be able to drive all the time.

Under the soft light, in the room full of feminine atmosphere, An Jae-shaped star was obviously a girl sleeping on the bed. This time he was really drunk, no matter how Song Ji-hyo moved it, he didn't wake him up.

The hair on her forehead was wet with tiny sweat. The weight of an adult man was still very difficult for Song Ji Hyo, a weak woman, but without caring about her sweat, she immediately took a towel wet with a clean wet water and began to wipe her face.

"What is this scar?" Seeing the scar on An Jae-sharp forehead that was obviously healed, Song Ji-hyo stroked it with some pain. Her movements were extremely gentle, as if she was afraid that she would add a little strength to make An Jae-sharp feel pain.

Just looking at An Jae-sing who was sleeping, Song Ji-hyo's face was filled with tenderness...
Chapter completed!