After the divorce with the cub, the cold ex-husband cried and asked to remarry

Chapter 121 I don't want everyone to like me, I just want you to like me

"She definitely wants you to pick me up, so don't agree, just find a reason to prevaricate." Song Yufei ordered.

Only then did Zhou Zhu pick up the phone.

"Zhou Zhu, you, Mr. Song, are drunk. You are at the No. 7 bar. You can find someone to pick him up." Mu Yao simply explained a few words, and was about to hang up the phone.

"Wait, wait, Manager Mu, I'm on a business trip and I'm out of town now, so I can't get there." Zhou Zhu's tone was full of embarrassment.

"Then find someone to pick him up."

"Manager Mu, Manager Mu, just do good deeds and help pick up Mr. Song. What time is it? Where do you tell me to find someone? Besides, it's inconvenient for me to be out of town."

When Mu Yao heard the words, she didn't say yes or no, she hung up the phone directly.

Listening to the beeping busy tone on the phone, Zhou Zhu asked Song Yufei uncertainly.

"Did you say she would come?"

"She didn't refuse, she should have come." Song Yufei wasn't sure.

The two had to wait in the bar boredly.

After Mu Yao hung up the phone, she put Little Mango back to sleep, and checked the time, it was already ten o'clock in the evening.

She is one thousand and ten thousand unwilling to get up, but there is no way, who let Song Yufei be her food and clothing parents.

After getting up, he casually put on a coat, went downstairs to take a taxi, and greeted all eighteen generations of Song Yufei's ancestors in his heart.

Bar 7.

Zhou Zhu had been waiting at the door, and when he saw Mu Yao get out of the car, he was relieved.

Immediately returned to the box, greeted Song Yufei, poured wine all over him by the way, and then slipped out through the back door.

Mu Yao got out of the car, called Song Yufei to ask for the room number, and went into the bar.

After going up to the second floor, I finally found Song Yufei in a box.

The light was not turned on in the box, and he was the only one.

A lot of bottles were poured on the table in front of him, it seems that he drank a lot of wine.

As soon as he saw Mu Yao, he immediately sat up from the sofa.

"Yaoyao...you are here."

"Song Yufei, how much wine have you drunk?" Mu Yao frowned when she smelled alcohol all over his body.

Song Yufei stood up and leaned towards her unsteadily.

She was quickly supported by Mu Yao's eyesight and hands.

"It's okay, I'm not drunk, how about I do it all by myself? I'm good." After Song Yufei finished speaking, he smirked twice, and took another sneak look at Mu Yao's face.

Mu Yao's face was full of impatience.

"Okay, okay, what time is it now, and you have to go to work tomorrow, hurry up, I'll take you home." She said, yawned impatiently, and pulled him to leave.

Song Yufei refused, and hugged her while drunk.

"Yaoyao, I didn't expect you to come, you still care about me, right?"

"Can I not come? Boss, if I don't come, you will deduct my salary." Mu Yao turned around, pulled his hands away, and wanted to leave.

Song Yufei didn't move, just didn't leave.

"Didn't I scare you? Yaoyao, tell your conscience, when did I deduct your salary after you entered the Song family?" Song Yufei asked.

"Okay, okay, you didn't deduct it. We're not talking about salary now, we're talking about going home now, let's go, I'll take you home." Mu Yao just wanted to go back and lie down quickly.

Song Yufei grabbed her hand while drinking.

"I'm not leaving. Yaoyao, tell me the truth, do you like me a little bit, even a little bit?" He said, and deliberately stretched out his little finger to compare.

Seeing his childish expression, Mu Yao couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, okay, I like you, everyone likes you, okay."

"No, I don't want everyone to like it, I just want you to like it." Song Yufei didn't hear the truth from her mouth, and still held her and refused to let go.

"You are my boss, how dare I not like you?" Mu Yao said, dragging him out of the door with all her strength.

As soon as he turned around, he saw a person standing at the door of the box.

Lu Jingchen.

(End of this chapter)