Wen Yun couldn't help swallowing; she only felt that the Meng Yanzhi in front of her had somehow turned into two.
She… seemed drunk.
Wen Yun blinked her hazy eyes a few times, a wave of drowsiness hit, and her whole body went limp.
"Hey!"
Meng Yanzhi hadn't expected it at all; Wen Yun said she'd fall and she just collapsed. He stared at her palm-sized little face for quite a while before saying, "You can sleep like this?"
The assistant stepped forward and said, "Mr. Meng, how about I carry…" Lady Wen to go rest.
Before the assistant could finish, Meng Yanzhi swept a cold glance over him and said, "You carry her?"
The assistant instantly felt a chill run through him. Sensing Meng Yanzhi's gaze, colder than ice and frost, he shook his head repeatedly and said, "No, I mean you carry her, Mr. Meng. You carry her."
A fawning smile was plastered on the assistant's face.
Meng Yanzhi directly scooped Wen Yun up in his arms.
