Chapter 700 Happiness

Qiao Yanmeng still believed in this friend more, and after a few more drinks, she was a little tipsy.

"Okay, okay, stop drinking." Gin took away her cup at the right time and clapped his hands.

Qiao leaned on the sofa dazed, and in the residual light, seven or eight tall people, each over 1.8 meters tall, swarmed in. There were all kinds of people.

A sunny little boy, a dark-skinned gym student, a gentle man with glasses, a mature and charming man...

"Brothers, serve your sister Qiao well." Jinjiu shouted in a loud voice, like the passionate madam of an ancient brothel.

Qiao Yanmeng was dizzy and didn't notice anything different about these people. She heard someone calling her softly. When she raised her eyes, she saw Zhan Tingbei, who was wearing glasses, looking at her motionlessly.

"Now that you're here, I'm not drunk. Let's go." She said hurriedly.

Seeing this, the handsome man wearing glasses hurriedly asked, "Why are you leaving right after you got here? Why don't you stay a little longer?"

Qiao Yanmeng was stunned. Well, since he wants to stay, then let him stay a little longer.

"Sister, are you okay?" At this time, another Zhan Tingbei came over from beside her, holding a glass of juice in his hand, looking at her with a worried look on his face.

Qiao Yanmeng was even more confused. What was going on? Why was Zhan Tingbei on both sides?

No, she was surrounded by Zhan Tingbei.

Some were standing, some were sitting, some were squatting, some were staring at her silently, some were waving their hands in front of her...

A lot.

Qiao Yanmeng shook her head and asked, "You, who among you is Zhan Tingbei?"

Her voice was unclear and no one could hear it clearly.

Someone suggested that Qiao Yanmeng dress up as King Zhou and experience the "happiness of an emperor."

Jin Jiuhao waved his hand and said, "Put on the blindfold!"

So before Qiao Yanmeng could react, she had been blindfolded and everything around her was pitch black.

Zhan Tingbei's voice was everywhere.

"Sister, I'm here, come and catch me."

"I'm on your left. You can touch my abdominal muscles as soon as you raise your hand."

"Right, right, sister, my chest muscles are also well developed."

…

However, these sounds are really beautiful.

When Qiao Yanmeng thought about the many Zhan Tingbeis with different personalities and costumes who tried different ways to make her happy, she felt that it was no big deal even if she got drunk.

She tentatively reached out her hand.

I felt a wall of people.

It is warm, delicate and elastic, and comes in several pieces.

What great muscles!

"Sister, do you like to touch me?" Someone chuckled in her ear.

Qiao Yanmeng was startled and her mind became a little clearer.

What is she doing?

"Come on, it's your turn." Jin Jiu laughed loudly, motioned to the man who was touched, and helped Qiao Yanmeng sit down.

Suddenly, the door was kicked open from outside.

A tall man came in against the light.

Seeing the scene in the house, the stern face suddenly darkened.

The air around seemed to be stagnant, and even everyone's breathing slowed down involuntarily.

Qiao Yanmeng, who was about to wake up, also realized that something was wrong.

She tried to pull the blindfold off, but it kept getting tighter.

Mr. Qiao, who was usually calm and composed, felt a little flustered.

"Have you had enough fun?" The voice sounded familiar and cold.

It was like a cold hunting wind, blowing slowly into her heart.

Qiao Yanmeng's back was covered in cold sweat.

All sober now.

But should she take off the blindfold or not?

If you pick it, he will be angry; if you don’t pick it, he will also be angry.

"Oh, misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding..." Gin realized that he had gotten into trouble and quickly stepped out to smooth things over: "I called them, they were all called by me, it has nothing to do with her..."

Okay, okay, the more you explain, the darker it gets.

"Get out!" the man's voice was chillingly cold.

Gin instantly lost his courage and was the first to escape.