Izabe was indeed a little drunk, and when Callie leaned up, her legs got weak and she almost didn’t fall with the person she was holding.


    Callie thought she was too heavy, and thinking of Izabe’s weakness and smallness, she hurriedly took off most of her strength and just pretended to lean on her.


    While Izabe wasn’t looking, Callie gave Victor a demonstrative nce back.


    Victor didn’t look at her, his eyes only fell on Izabe.


    Victor had made the car appointment on the way out, and the three of them exited the building with the car already parked at the curb.


    At this time, there were many young people standing on the roadsideing out from inside the building.


    Victor today wore a pair of olive green work shorts, the upper body is a ck wide version of the T-shirt, one side crossbody a ck bag, seventeen or eighteen-year-old teenager, young and handsome, before the car, a bold girl came up to hit on.


    Callie went inside the car first, Izabe sat in the middle, Izabe just sat down, Callie leaned on her shoulder, just leaned over, Callie heard a girl outside asking for Victor’s phone number.


    Callie snorted and whispered in Izabe’s ear, “Izabe, when you look for a boyfriend in the future, look for an honest one, you see, Victor like this is not honest.”


    Izabe, drunk, inclined her head to look at Victor who refused the girl, “Victor is not honest?”


    “Yeah, look, attracting butterflies!”


    Just as Callie spoke, Victor had sat in sideways.


    She skimmed the corners of her mouth and didn’t say another word.


    Izabe looked at Victor who sat in and blinked: “Victor, that girl just now, she’s quite pretty.”


    She was drunk and bold, and looked at Victor and opened her mouth with such a flirtation.


    Victor raised an eyebrow, “I didn’t give contact information.”


    “Oh.”


    Izabe responded slowly, “You don’t have to tell me that.”


    Victor put on his seat belt: “Uncle, let’s go.”


    The driver in front responded and the car drove slowly.


    Callie quietly gave Izabe a thumbs up: “Izabe is awesome!”


    It’s the first time she’s seen Victor get defeated, and Izabe is too cute!


    Izabe turned her head and looked at Callie: “I’m not the bully, Callie is the bully!”


    She said, paused, raised her hand and broke her fingers as if counting: “Callie is good-looking, good character, good grades and bold …”


    Callie was happy at first to hear Izabeplimenting herself, but as she listened she felt something was wrong: “Izabe?”


    Izabeplimented her, but why did shepliment Victor?


    Hearing her call for herself, Izabe turned her head sluggishly, “Hmm? Callie, you called me?”


    The light inside the car was a bit dim, and Callie looked at Izabe for a moment before she noticed something strange: “What’s wrong with her? Why does she feel weird?”


    It’s not like Izabe’s usual style to talk so much.


    Victor gave Callie a cold look, “She drank your fruit punch.”


    “Ah … that bottle of fruit wine ah, she drank it all?”


    Victor didn’t answer, just gave Callie a “what else, you think” look.


    Callie huffed slightly, “So Izabe’s drunk now?”


    Hearing her, Izabe said in a rush, “I’m not drunk, Callie, I’m just feeling, well, a little hot. Well, my face is a little hot.”


    Izabe patted her cheek and Callie looked over to see that Izabe’s face was even redder than it had been a moment ago.


    “My goodness, Izabe, you’re drunk, get some sleep, just go back to sleepter!”


    Callie was crying andughing, she didn’t expect Izabe to be such a light drinker!


    “Not drunk, I can still see you, Callie!”


    Izabe doesn’t admit to being drunk, she just feels hot.


    But inside the car is clearly turned on the air conditioning, in fact, not hot.


    On one side Victor looked at her and slowly lowered the car window.


    The wind blows in on summer nights and it’s even hotter.


    Izabe inclined her head to look at Victor: “Victor, aren’t you hot?”


    “I’m not hot.”


    Victor moved and took out a new bottle of mineral water from inside his backpack, “Have some water.”


    “I’m not thirsty.”


    “Obey.”


    Izabe looked at the mineral water and then at Victor: “Will there be candy for obedience?”


    Callie listened on the sidelines, couldn’t help but puff out a directugh: “There is candy, you quickly drink some water.”


    Callie has seen people get drunk and crazy, but not like Izabe.


    Sure enough, cute people are also cute when they are drunk.


    “Okay.”


    Izabe took the mineral water Victor handed her and took two sips with her head down, “Is that okay?”


    She looked at Victor with a slightly dull expression.


    “Have some more.”


    Victor took a look at the mineral water bottle, and if you didn’t look closely, you wouldn’t be able to tell that Izabe drank it.


    He said, raising his hand and gestured at the bottle, “Drink up to here.”


    Izabe looked down, thinking she couldn’t remember, and took her thumb and pressed it on the spot Victor had just gestured: “Here?”


    “Hmm.”


    “Oh. Is there sugar when you drink here?”


    “Yes.”


    Callie, who was listening to Victor lie without changing his face, couldn’t help but grunt, “You’re so shameless.”Property ? of N?velDrama.Org.


    Victor gave her a look and faintly raised his eyebrows as if he hadn’t heard her words.


    Izabe took two more sips of water, this time she drank a little more and was already below the line Victor had just drawn for her.


    She smiled with satisfaction, then screwed the lid back on and handed it to Victor: “That’s enough.”


    Victor looked down at her, “Hands.”


    “Hmm?”


    The drunken Izabe reacted very slowly and took two seconds to respond, slowly raising her hand to reach out, “Victor?”


    Just as she finished speaking, there was an extra lollipop in her palm.


    Izabe was stunned, “It’s sugar.”


    She squeezed her lollipop and smiled.


    Callie nced at Victor, a little unconvinced, took her own duffel bag and rummaged through it too, but after rummaging for a long time, no sugar came out.


    She grunted coldly, “Which girl is this left for again?”


    Victor didn’t look at her at all, he only looked at Izabe.


    Izabe is looking at the candy in her hand and doesn’t know what she’s thinking, looking at it and just smiling.


    Like a fool.


    Victor hooked his lips for a moment and smiled in a rare moment as well.


    The car stopped in front of Callie’s house first, and Callie gave Victor a stern look before getting out: “Victor, don’t take advantage of Izabe!”


    Victor reached right up and pulled the door shut, and Izabe, through the window, was waving to Callie: “Callie, good night.”


    “Good night, Izabe remember to go back and don’t take a shower!”


    What if you fall in the bathroom when you are so drunk!