Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list-Chapter 67 - 65. The young beautiful girl is drunk, what should you do next?

"Don’t worry, Mr. Luo. I won’t get so drunk that I need you to take me home, let alone give you a chance to take advantage of me," Lu Yaqing said confidently, rolling her eyes at Luofeng.

Luofeng, however, smiled. "Oh, not at all. *I’m* the one who should be worried. After all, a guy out alone needs to protect himself."

"....."

At this, Lu Yaqing was practically fuming.

However, buoyed by the news that Luofeng was going to invest in her web series, she was in high spirits and downed two large glasses.

By the end, Lu Yaqing was slightly tipsy. No, it seemed she was already drunk.

Looking at her now, Luofeng had a strong urge to post online: "At a café, a little beauty is already drunk. What should I do next? Waiting online, very anxious!"

Knowing netizens and their brilliant ideas, they’d definitely say something like, ’Hmm, the ’do’ in ’what to *do*?’ already spells it out.’ Or they’d all just chime in with, ’Get a room,’ and then whatever else.

"Hey, Star Lu, so much for your great alcohol tolerance, huh? What now?"

"Is that all you’ve got?"

Seeing her like this, Luofeng scoffed. He then picked up her phone and used her fingerprint to unlock it.

Luofeng browsed through her call history and found a contact named Yang Sisi. Judging by the chat history, it had to be Lu Yaqing’s assistant.

After about half a minute, the other person finally answered.

Luofeng breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment there, I thought I might really have to get a room for her tonight.

"Hello, Yaqing—"

Before the person could continue, Luofeng cut in, "You’re Lu Yaqing’s assistant, right? If you don’t want Lu Yaqing to be taken advantage of while she’s out, get over to the Antique Rose café quickly and take her home."

"Ah?"

Hearing this, Yang Sisi’s face turned pale.

"Look, I’m a friend of Lu Yaqing’s. We’re at Antique Rose, and she’s drunk. Can you come and pick her up?" Luofeng certainly hadn’t expected that casually mentioning someone "being picked up" would scare the little assistant so badly.

"Alright, I’ll be right there."

Yang Sisi sighed in relief. She had initially thought "being picked up" meant something fatal. So it was just an internet slang term.

However, Luofeng didn’t realize that as Lu Yaqing lay on the table, her lips were curved into a slight pout.

But Luofeng? How could he possibly not know?

That minx. After she slumped down, her innermost desire was clearly: [1. Don’t take me to a hotel; you absolutely must be a good person.] What did that mean? How could Luofeng not understand?

But even if Luofeng hadn’t known all this, he wouldn’t take advantage of her, okay? After all, Luofeng preferred the kind of active cooperation he got with Su Meiji; that was a two-person affair. Otherwise, it would be so boring, no better than a temperature-controlled doll.

After about half an hour, Lu Yaqing’s assistant, Yang Sisi, finally arrived.

She was a girl of about 163 cm, with a slim figure that lacked any prominent curves—as thin as a bamboo stick. freewebnoveℓ.com

She hurried into the café, looking around frantically. Finally, above the door of a private room, she spotted the number 005.

She pushed the door open and went straight in.

Seeing Lu Yaqing slumped over the table and Luofeng on the side, playing on his phone and apparently doing nothing, she finally relaxed.

"Hello, I’m Yang Sisi, Lu Yaqing’s assistant," she said, addressing Luofeng. "Mr. Luo, thank you for looking after Sister Yaqing and for the trouble. We’ll pay for the drinks." Yang Sisi spoke gratefully, her hands clasped together as if praying to an ancestor.

"No problem, I’ll cover the drinks; we agreed on that from the start," Luofeng said nonchalantly, waving his hand. "My number is in her phone. Text me when you get home safe."

With that, Luofeng picked up his phone, stood up, and left.

"Hey, Yaqing, are you still pretending?"

Yang Sisi had been worried, but then she looked at the table. Just a few bottles of sparkling wine? Could that really get Lu Yaqing drunk?

A moment later, seeing Lu Yaqing prop herself up, Yang Sisi rolled her eyes. "Still pretending to be drunk?"

"Urgh, let’s just go home. Stop making complaints about me," Lu Yaqing said in an apologetic tone. After all, she felt terrible for making Yang Sisi rush over and worry so much so late at night.

"It’s not about making complaints," Yang Sisi said. "But how did you go from shopping with Mr. Xia to drinking with this gentleman? Did you secure the investment? If he really tried to... you know... then we don’t want his investment. It’s just that this opportunity would be a pity to lose." Noticing Lu Yaqing’s confident demeanor, she asked, "So, Mr. Xia agreed? And he didn’t touch you?"

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