The group walked out of the bar. Sean was already waiting for them at the door. Malcolm got in the car
without saying a word and sat in the back seat. But when he was about to ask Sean to drive away,
Barry opened the door of the car quickly and said, "Hugh has drunk a lot. Please send him back. And
miss. Poppi. "
Malcolm frowned and wanted to refuse. But Shirley had already been half drunk and pushed Poppi
over. She could not help but lean towards the back seat. Seeing this, Barry stuffed her in the back seat
again. Then he reached out his hands to hold the falling Poppi.
Barry looked at Malcolm with a meaningful smile. Malcolm narrowed his eyes, sending out a dangerous
light.
"Poppi..." Murmured Hugh. He also followed her to get into the car. As soon as he saw that, Barry
dragged Hugh to sit on the passenger seat. He fastened the seat belt for him and slammed the door
with a bang. Then he waved his hand to Sean, "please, thank you."
Sean nodded to him slightly and looked at the rear-view mirror again. "Mr. Malcolm, shall we go now?"
"Yes." Malcolm responded. Sniffing the alcohol, he pushed away Poppi coldly.
The car drove away at a fast speed. Mr. Barry put his hand into his pocket casually and did not turn
around until the car disappeared in the heavy traffic. Then, he looked at Wendy who was like a rabbit
and walked towards her.
"I called you little beauty the whole night, and you didn't even know your name. No wonder you are not
willing to drink with me." Barry grinned wickedly, a strange light shining in his eyes.
"No, Just I can't drink." Wendy took a step back and answered, "I... I'm allergic to alcohol."
"Oh, I see!" Barry sighed as he touched his hair and said, "my name is Barry Wei. What about you, little
pretty? "
"Wendy Yu." After saying that, Wendy started to guess what background Barry Wei was. It must not be
easy to play with Malcolm and Hugh. But how come she never heard of this man? Is he from a high-
ranking official family? 'special identity?
"Stop chatting!" As they were talking, Shirley walked to them with displeasure. She took Linda's hand
and said, "sister Terence, let's not chat with bad men. Come on, sister Shirley will take you home."
Although being drunk, Shirley still remembered that she was the one who shared the wine with the man
in front of her. However, she was about to vomit when she heard what the man said. The man in front
of her was so calm and indifferent. He was really rude to a woman
"Shirley, you are drunk." Wendy and Sara took a few steps forward, and then Wendy turned around
and nodded politely to Sean, "Mr. Wei, we're leaving now."
Mr. Wei laughed and said, "let me drive you home."
"My God!"
On the other side, on Malcolm's car, poppi suddenly retched. While she was vomiting, she squinted
and came to Malcolm's direction. Her arms were so weak over Malcolm's body and murmured, "I want
to vomit..."
"Poppi, if you dare to vomit, I will throw you out of the car." Said Wade, with a straight face.
"The kidnapper is so fierce!" Poppi puckered her lips and put her arms around Malcolm's shoulders.
Her eyes were shining like the stars in the night sky. She giggled and said, "I'm afraid of you being so
cruel to me..."
"Are you afraid?" Malcolm asked in reply, gnashing his teeth.
"Yes!" Poppi nodded her head seriously and moved her body close to him, "I'm cold."
"I... I have clothes!" Hearing this sound, Hugh opened his eyes and took off his coat before asking her.
Then he threw it on the back seat with his eyes closed and comforted, "Poppi, it's not cold when you
take it."
The clothes just fell on her lap. When she smiled and was about to reach out for it, her wrist was
grabbed by Malcolm.
"What are you doing?" Looking at Malcolm in front of her, Poppi was in a daze as if she regained her
composure in an instant.
"Sean, turn on the heating." Malcolm stared at Poppi and said. But out of the corner of his eye, he
caught a glimpse of Hugh's coat.
"Yes, Mr. Malcolm." He turned on the air conditioner and wondered, 'it's so hot outside. If they turn on
the air conditioner, what about Mr. Malcolm? isn't he hot?'?
There was a long silence in the carriage. Outside the car, there were many neon lights flashing away. It
was a strange city on a strange land that could be seen with naked eyes.
"Hot." Poppi muttered again, but was interrupted by a light sneer from Malcolm. Malcolm pushed her
hand away easily. After a glance at her hand, she watched it slid down slowly to his palm
All of a sudden, Poppi grinned and held back her hand tightly to make her palm pressed against his.
Her five fingers slowly slid into his fingers and finally entwined with his.
The soft touch on his hand made Edward's pupils constricted. He opened his mouth slightly and looked
at her with disbelief. "What do you want?" he roared
"You can let go of me." Poppi raised up her head and looked at him, a little stubborn.
Plop, plop, plop
Perhaps it was because of the high temperature in the car, Malcolm's heart beat faster and his
forehead also oozed with fine sweat. His fingers relaxed slightly, but he did not move. He could not help
but ask, "Celine, are you drunk or awake?"
"What do you think?" Poppi leaned forward and whispered in his ear, slightly drunk.
But this time, it was Malcolm's question. He got furious. This Poppi in front of him was so charming with
a sly smile on her lips which seemed to wake up somehow.
"Yes..." As Hugh was speaking, he felt a little hot in his front seat. Stretching his hand to pull his collar
of his shirt, he mumbled impatiently, "it's so hot. Why is it so hot..."
Celine smiled and put her face close to his ear. She exhaled the hot breath in his ear, which made him
a little confused.
"Let me tell you a little secret..." "I, i..." Poppi murmured
"Poppi! Poppi! "
Just then, Hugh suddenly stood up, staring at her and roaring drunkenly, "Poppi! I like you! Did you
hear me? "
The car stopped with a creak.
The car stopped heavily. With a sound of "bang", ZEMO fell forward and then bounced back to the
chair. His heart that had been hanging in the air became tightened unconsciously.
'if Poppi pretended to get drunk, then what Hugh just said……
"I'm sorry, Mr. mo." Sean apologized at once, sweating, "there was a car ahead that suddenly turned
the turn signal. I didn't notice..." Sean was trying to explain but Malcolm didn't hear it at all. Then he
lowered his voice. He said and looked back at him with affectionate and painful eyes to Poppi.
"My God!" After the car just stopped, a feeling of nausea surged into Poppi's heart, and she couldn't
help but retch. She retched and struggled to get rid of his hand. Then she opened the window and
vomited, "vomit..."
Poppi's long hair was blowing in the air outside the window. She leaned against the window and kept
vomiting, but she just couldn't spit it out. Malcolm leaned forward slightly, hands on his legs, and
withdrew his sight from Poppi's face.
"Poppi, I like you!" Hugh shouted again hysterically.
The two drunk men in the car almost drove him crazy! However, it seemed that Poppi was probably
drunk?
Hearing this, Poppi withdrew her body with all her strength and fell back on the back seat. She was so
unclear and mumbled, "I, I like you too..."
As he opened his mouth, his hands were curled up. His joints were clear and his blue veins stood out.
"Who do you like?" He asked, gnashing his teeth.
"You... You..." Poppi slightly moved her body.
Thump
Malcolm's pupils shrank, and his heart seemed to be thrown into a small stone, raising layers of ripples.
For a long time, he could not calm down.
"Close the window, Sean."
"Okay, Mr. Malcolm."
Malcolm closed his eyes for a while. He knew that he could never go back to the past. His heart was
upset by this small stone and could not go back anymore.
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