Fang Qingyang threw a punch at Ning Qing, but perhaps he used too much force, and he fell into Ning Qing's arms again.
Despite disliking the strong smell of alcohol on the little boy, Ning Qing still reached out and caught him.
Fang Qingyang gripped Ning Qing's clothes at her chest, widened his eyes, and asked fiercely, "Who the hell are you? Am I your grandfather?"
Ning Qing said with a serious expression, "You're my little brat, but I'm not your father?"
Fang Qingyang was so angry that he clenched his fist again and swung it at Ning Qing, "You fucking jerk, you're so good with your mouth, I'll beat you to death."
Ning Qing easily caught Fang Qingyang's weak fist, which was limp from being drunk.
Ning Qing looked down at the person in her arms, "Who are you trying to scare with those soft fists?"
Upon hearing this, Fang Qingyang reacted like a small animal with its fur standing on end, raining blows on Ning Qing with his fists.
Ning Qing felt the soft, yielding fists as she listened. "Hmm, not bad. This little brat's skills are good enough to be a massage therapist."
Whether it was because he was tired from punching or because he saw Ning Qing enjoying his punches, he didn't know.
Fang Qingyang, disheartened, nestled back into Ning Qing's arms, panting heavily.
Seeing that his face was flushed and looked particularly pleasing, Ning Qing stretched out two fingers and pinched the little boy's cheek.
"Tired? Call out 'Daddy' and I'll take you home."
Fang Qingyang, whether tired or not, lazily continued to nestle in Ning Qing's arms without saying a word.
Ning Qing looked at the person in her arms, then glanced at Shen Bei, who was sitting asleep, and sighed.
Ning Qing: Little Cat, why don't you teleport them away? Anywhere is fine.
System: The system serves only the host.
Ning Qing: You are indeed loyal.
System: The system serves only the host.
Uh... come on, none of them are easy to deal with, a bunch of troublesome junk.
Ning Qing stood up, carrying one in each hand, and strode out of the bar amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd.
I took a taxi to the hotel.
Ning Qing used her still-fresh ID card to book two rooms.
After Ning Qing carried the two people into the room, she threw them onto the bed. They were so drunk they didn't even know what day it was.
He clapped his hands, "All done," and strode back to the other room.
The system stared in disbelief at the series of bizarre actions in the space, and after a while, it seemed to find its own voice, "Host, you just put two drunk people on the same bed like that?"
Ning Qing went to the bathroom, took off her clothes which were stained with the smell of alcohol, and threw them aside with disgust.
"What else can we do? Give them each a room?"
It's not that I can't, but I picked up four drunken corpses today and I'm really tired. I don't want to move anymore.
"Uh... I mean, the target you're protecting is drunk. Why don't you go and take care of him?"
Ning Qing looked unconvinced and continued what she was doing. "If you're drunk, just sleep. What kind of care do you need?"
"No, some people vomit when they're drunk. If they vomit while lying flat, they can choke and die from the vomit stuck in their throat."
Ning Qing thought it made sense, so she grabbed a bathrobe, put it on, and went to the room next door where the two drunkards were staying.
The system was very pleased in space, as the host was doing a good job protecting the target.
Ning Qing strode to the bed, picked up the two salted fish, turned them over, and laid them face down on the bed with their heads half-hanging off the edge.
Ning Qing: That's fine, even if they vomit until they're dizzy, they won't choke, they'll just vomit on the ground.
Ning Qing praised herself for her cleverness.
The system is already petrified, how can this even work? Hopefully, when they wake up tomorrow, their heads will still be hanging around their necks.
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