He lured her deep into his trap, using both overt and covert methods to seduce her.

Fu Lu's gaze fell on Song Zhi's face.

Because of the alcohol, the girl's cheeks were flushed, making her look very approachable.

Fu Lu's Adam's apple bobbed unconsciously. He reached out and grabbed Song Zhi's wrist, shoving her into the car.

He intended to drive the person back himself, but before he could even push her out the door, Song Zhi started pestering him.

She reached out and cupped Fu Lu's cheeks, staring at him for a while before smiling and saying, "Little brother, you're so handsome."

Fu Lu's lips twitched, somewhat helplessly.

He pulled Song Zhi's hand down, feigning seriousness: "Sit still, don't move around."

Song Zhi did not listen.

This time, she reached out and hugged Fu Lu's arm, whispering sweetly in his ear, "Little brother, will you stay with me tonight?"

Upon hearing Song Zhi's words, Fu Lu's expression instantly darkened.

Will you stay with me for one night?

What do you take him for?

The child has become quite bold.

At this moment, Song Zhi was completely dizzy and did not notice the dangerous aura in Fu Lu's eyes at all. She still looked up at Fu Lu with a smile, her face flushed: "Okay, I don't want to go home. You stay with me for one night, and I will give you money."

As Song Zhi spoke, she rummaged through her pockets for her information: "Huh, where's my wallet? Oh, I don't think I brought my wallet. My phone, right, my phone has money."

As he spoke, he started looking for his phone again.

Fu Lu saw that she was completely drunk and let out a heavy sigh.

Forget it, don't argue with drunkards.

He comforted himself with this thought.

Song Zhi finally managed to find her phone, took it out, and pressed a button.

no response.

She picked up her phone and shook it: "Huh, the phone isn't working." Then she held the phone up to Fu Lu: "Hey, my phone isn't working, why isn't it working?"

Fu Lu glanced at it and said coldly, "It's out of power."

Song Zhi was a little disappointed: "Ah, the power is out, so I have no money." Song Zhi continued to say to herself: "If you don't have money, you can't stay with me. Waaah, I'm so sad. Why don't I have any money?"

If only we had money, we wouldn't have separated.

Fu Lu dismissed her words as drunken ramblings and didn't take them seriously. He reached out and pushed her inside, saying, "Sit still and don't move around."

Song Zhi looked up, her eyes brimming with tears: "If I don't have any money, will you stop spending time with me?"

Fu Lu stared at her intently for a long while before finally speaking: "I don't want your money."

Song Zhi paused for a moment, tilted her head and looked at Fu Lu, as if pondering the meaning behind his words.

After a long pause, she finally spoke: "No money? Why no money? You're so beautiful, how can you let someone take advantage of you for free? That's disgusting."

As Song Zhi spoke, Fu Lu's face darkened even more.

He took a deep breath, trying to control his emotions, his face as cold as could be, and said in a tense voice, "I'm not dirty."

Song Zhi was stunned for a moment, then let out a burp: "Not dirty? Are you clean?"

Fu Lu was furious. He reached out and pinched Song Zhi's cheek, saying in a sinister tone, "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll beat you up."

Song Zhi's cheeks were pinched painfully, and she whimpered, "Don't pinch me, it hurts."

Fu Lu let out a heavy sigh of relief, adhering to the principle of not arguing with drunkards, and released her: "Sit still, I'll take you home."

Before she could finish speaking, Song Zhi grabbed him and pinned him against the back seat, staring intently at him: "Brother, you said you're clean?"

Fu Lu was bewildered by the girl's actions and nodded unconsciously.

Song Zhi chuckled, "I don't believe it."

As she spoke, she reached out and pinched Fu Lu's cheek.

Fu Lu leaned back in his chair, letting the girl pinch and rub his face.

After a long while, he finally spoke in a hoarse voice: "What do you want?"

Upon hearing this, Song Zhi reached out and hooked her arm around Fu Lu's neck, then leaned against him and stared intently at his face.

After watching for a while, Song Zhi leaned over and blew a breath onto his face: "Check it yourself."

The girl's tone was flirtatious and ambiguous, making Fu Lu tense up all over.

With his last shred of reason, he pushed the person away and coldly repeated what he had just said: "Sit still, don't move, I'll take you home."

As soon as she finished speaking, Song Zhi reached out and hooked her arm around his waist, looking at him with hazy eyes: "No."

Fu Lu was quite helpless, but finally compromised: "Okay, I won't leave."

As he spoke, he took out his phone and called Zhou Yan, asking him to come and act as his driver.

Zhou Yan held the phone in one hand and the phone in the other, refusing with dissatisfaction: "No, I'm not your driver."

It's unclear what Fu Lu said on the phone, but Zhou Yan immediately gave in, adopting a fawning demeanor: "Yes, sir, I'll be right there."

Seeing him hang up the phone, Wei Yinuo, who was standing beside him, asked curiously, "Uncle, where are you going?"

Zhou Yan told the truth: "Your uncle drank too much on Limin Road and asked me to take him home. Shall we go together?"

When Wei Yinuo heard that her uncle was nearby, she was so frightened that she waved her hands repeatedly, "No, no, I'm going home first, bye-bye."

After saying that, he ran away in a flash before Zhou Yan could even speak.

Zhou Yan watched the pink figure disappear into the crowd before resignedly turning and leaving.

More than ten minutes later, he found Fu Lu's parking space.

As soon as I got closer, I could see that the car was shaking violently.

Zhou Yan cursed under his breath.

Damn, they're openly doing it in the car?

Even in this state, they still ask him to be their driver.

Why not just go to a nearby hotel?

Zhou Yan looked displeased, but remembering Fu Lu's promise to him, he had no choice but to step forward.

As I approached, I heard a soft, weak voice say, "I don't want this, it hurts too much."

"Okay, untie it, I'll help you untie it."

Zhou Yan's lips twitched.

It's exciting.

He coughed awkwardly, then reached out and knocked on the car window: "Brother Jiu, how about I get you a room at the hotel next door?"

As Zhou Yan spoke, the car window slowly opened.

Zhou Yan was somewhat surprised when he saw Song Zhi sitting in the car: "Little sister, you, you also..."

That's too unrestrained.

She usually looks so sweet and docile, I never expected...

Upon hearing Zhou Yan's voice, Song Zhi looked up at him.

She stared at Zhou Yan's face for a long time before opening the car door and getting out.

Zhou Yan sensed something was wrong and instinctively took a step back: "Hey, little sister, what are you doing?"

Song Zhi chuckled and wobbled as she walked toward Zhou Yan: "Big brother, you're so handsome."

As Song Zhi spoke, Zhou Yan smelled a faint scent of wine.

So, is this person drunk?

Zhou Yan subconsciously looked at Fu Lu, asking with a puzzled expression, "What's going on?"

Before she could finish speaking, Song Zhi suddenly reached out and pinched Zhou Yan's cheek: "How much do you charge per night?"

How much per night?

Zhou Yan shuddered in fright.

He hadn't expected Song Zhi to be so bold when she was drunk.

They even dared to flirt with Fu Lu right in front of him.