Chapter 138: There is no shortage of lunatics in Detroit

"Continued Cup!"
The waiter was numb. The woman drank at least three pounds of vodka.
Isn't she afraid of death?
Why would Dor.Mo drink boring with this crazy woman? Although he said it was because of the team's defeat, but through a few words he heard from afar, he was more like drinking with this crazy woman.
Does Dor.Mo have a girlfriend? this is...
The waiter can easily come up with a seemingly impeccable story. He is already wondering how to convert this story into cash.
"I am such a lovely and hard-working person, why should I treat me like this? I treat him wholeheartedly, but in the end he gets together with my best friend! He actually wanted me to join them and say what this is A brand new start, this is definitely the most word I have ever heard in my life!"
Medela's chin rested on the table, and she put a half of vodka on her face, as if someone wanted to grab her wine.
"Does it make sense to drink so hard?"
Mo Mengchen couldn't stand it anymore. She seemed to be drowning herself with alcohol. If she really thought so, 80% would be disappointed. Although drunk is a dangerous thing, she died suddenly because of drunkenness. The odds are relatively low.
First of all, he wouldn't just watch Medela make any surprises.
"Can keep me from thinking about these things."
Medela raised a glass with only half a glass of wine and said, "Don't you want to drink a little? You have fought hard for five months and only lost the last 5 seconds. Won't you regret it?"
"Yes." Mo Mengchen admitted.
"Then why don't you drink? Alcohol can really make many things disappear, such as pain."
After speaking, Medela drank the remaining wine.
"Because I'm not like you, I don't have a hunch about what is going to happen." Mo Mengchen said, "I always hold the greatest hope, do my best, and make the worst plan."
"Is optimism wrong?"
Medela lay on the table without a figure: "I treat everyone sincerely, I hope all of them have a good life, I have good rules for the future, I plan to get married at about 25 years old. "
Fortunately, she was not 22 years old, otherwise she would now prepare for divorce while taking her children.
Mo Mengchen thought.
"There is nothing wrong with optimism."
"Optimism without regard to the worst outcome is wrong."
Mo Mengchen wanted to educate her again, but she fell asleep on the table.
She seems to have lost consciousness, her breath is louder than the motorcycle's sound, is this really a woman? Or a woman who looks exactly like Rachel McAdams?
Have you lost your sweet image of the goddess?
Mo Mengchen gently pinched the trigeminal nerve and shouted, "Pay!"
After closing the bill, Mo Mengchen wanted to wake Medela up.
She only woke up by 10%, and 90% of her consciousness was gone.
"Are you going to take me home? Don't take me home, I don't want to go home anymore..." Medela whispered into Mormonchen's ear.
Mo Mengchen thought about it again and again. Eventually, he carried Medela on his back and left the bar under the hot eyes of the waiter.
"Such a beautiful woman, just got it by Dor.Mo." The waiter sighed.
A waitress said: "If you are a handsome Asian with big eyes and a highly skilled doctor, or a promising NBA player, you can."
"No, I can do it as long as his annual salary is millions," the waiter said realistically.
Mo Mengchen drank two glasses of wine. He carried Medela to the door and hesitated.
It is one kilometer away from the Garridon apartment, there are no traffic lights along the way, there will be no police at this time, and it should be fine.
What if in case?
Mo Mengchen didn't want to get a reputation for drunk driving, but Detroit was again the top six crime city in the United States, although the crime rate in this neighborhood was relatively low.
But in case?
You are not afraid of 10,000, just in case.
Mo Mengchen opened the trunk and took out a short and delicate scalpel from the medical box.
He finally decided not to drive.
Bringing a scalpel is for self-defense. This scalpel is usually used to cut steaks. He really encountered a last resort. He can also isolate the carotid artery of the gangster in the shortest time.
Every doctor is a dangerous killer because they know which part can be fatal.
The scalpel on Mo Mengchen didn't come in handy. He returned safely to Garryton's apartment.
"Mo, so late?"
"Who is this beautiful lady?"
"Are you and Ephraim already blowing?"
"No way?"
These yellow-mouthed old men teased Mo Mengchen.
Mo Mengchen was too lazy to explain and said goodnight and went upstairs.
It was already late at night, and Mo Mengchen glanced at Room 280, without a trace of light, and Ephraim and Adrian had fallen asleep.
Mo Mengchen opened his room, closed the door, and locked it, like a gangster ready to attack.
He carried Medela to the room that he had never used-how could Ephraim come to 250 for the night and sleep in the room? Turn on the light in the house and took a few random shots. Fortunately, there was no dust.
Mo Mengchen put Medela down.
"Well..."
Mo Mengchen heard a sound from Medela's throat, and then—I lean! not good! Mo Mengchen flashed to the side just like he was hiding from his opponent's steals. A hard-to-nose odorous liquid spewed from Medela's mouth.
Spilled the ground, as if reminding Mo Mengchen that the room needed to be cleaned again and again.
"Damn! I told you not to drink so much!"
Mo Mengchen growled.
Medela spit out an intoxicated face, and Mo Mengchen rebuked her that she might not hear a syllable.
What else can Mo Mengchen say? He lifted his feet, even if he jumped upstairs, he didn't want to get the liquid on the ground.
He changed into a chemical-resistant suit—really, a chemical-resistant suit, and rain boots, as well as a broom and mop, plus a bucket of water and a full bottle of detergent, and he was about to sweep the house.
Go to bed and die!
Mo Mengchen had been busy working for an entire hour, and the room finally returned to its original state.
There is no bad smell, there is a rare freshness in the air, and sometimes happiness is so simple.
Mo Mengchen just sat down to enjoy it.
"Hmm~~"
The sound made him chrysanthemum tight, he jumped out of the chair in an instant, took out the bag he had prepared and opened it, facing Medela's bed.
"Oh~~"
"Huh, okay, okay."
Mo Mengchen said happily.
This time she seemed to have finally fallen asleep.
Mo Mengchen waved a sweat and felt extremely hot-crap, wearing chemical protective clothing and rain boots on such a hot day? Who is hot when you are not hot? He went outside, just closed the door, and then heard the sound of
vomiting
and dripping water.
"I heard it, she didn't vomit, it was done."
Mo Mengchen muttered.
Not even this door can stop the stench of breath out.
Mo Mengchen opened the door angrily, and sure enough, the floor that had just been washed soon was again in a mess.
"What should I do? I want to strangle her." Mo Mengchen thought.
It must be ruined tonight.
The next day
Mo Mengchen didn't go to bed until three in the morning.
Fearing that Medela would vomit again while he was sleeping, he went back and forth three or four times, and he might have only slept for two hours in the end.
He is not sleepy, not at all.
This highly intense emotion happened last time when he was the first surgeon to be the chief surgeon.
He succeeded in that operation, and that was the best start of his career as a good doctor, just like Michael Carter Williams' debut.
Of course, his development is much better than that of Mccaraway.
six thirty
Ephraim opened the door of 250, and she learned through the shoes at the door that Mo Mengchen had returned.
Seeing Ephraim, and remembering all of yesterday, Mo Mengchen only wanted to hold her.
The same woman as the stupid... No, the four words like stupid should be removed. The woman is a stupid, at best, a stupid looking like Rachel McAdams...
"Ephraim, I love you so much, I really love you so much!"
Although he didn't know what happened to Mo Mengchen, Ephraim liked this moment, he had never said so many sweet words.
When Medela woke up, she felt clueless.
She was dizzy and disgusted, her stomach was hungry, but she had no appetite.
She didn't know where she was. Her last memory was drinking with Mo Mengchen last night. No, only she was drinking.
She complained a lot and eventually got drunk.
Where is it?
Medela crawled off the bed, everything around was strange, she was 100% sure that this was not her home.
She has no home.
When something happened, she asked a friend of hers to move all her things out of that place, and she was still looking for a foothold.
Walking out of the room, she knew where this was.
Mo Mengchen's home.
What happened last night? we will not...
Medela has of course heard some stories about drunk men and women, she just thinks that her boss should not do that kind of thing...
But knowing everyone knows the face but not knowing, men are all a virtuous person!
She doesn't care so much anymore. She smells alcohol with a disgusting taste. She wants to gargle.
So she walked into the bathroom.
She turned on the faucet and lowered her head~EbookFREE.me~ took a little water with her mouth, and then used the force inside her mouth to roll it around.
She opened her eyes and suddenly saw the scene reflected in the mirror. Behind her, the bathroom was only separated by a door. This door was still transparent. If it was not the heat inside that made the transparent door stained with water mist, she could see clearly. The scene inside.
Even so, she clearly saw a man and a woman in the door undressed, snuggling with each other...
"Ah~~~~~!"
"Who is calling?"
Hot water kept hitting the two of them, and Ephraim heard the sound.
"The most indispensable thing in Detroit is the lunatic, don't worry about her." Mo Mengchen said.
"she was?"
"Well..."
Ephraim was puzzled, and Mo Mengchen's heavy kiss had fallen.