Do You Know Me?

"Sorry, Sir. You have had way too much to drink tonight, and it's time for you to go home." He was stumbling from side to side and mumbling something.

"Hey. Hey. Bicheng, what's going on?" I casually asked.

"Ru Wen, this gentleman has had too much to drink, and he started causing a scene when the bartender refused to serve him." He says.

"What are you going to do with him?" I asked.

"It was my other jobs part, not just the chef here. You can see my build? So I just escort a problem one out, what they're doing after that is not my concern." He answered.

I looked at him and turned my head.

"He can barely stand, how do you expect him to get home?" My head was telling me to stop immediately because it knew what I was about to do, but my heart was telling me to help him.

"Never mind, I'll make sure he gets home safe," I said to Bicheng.

"No. That is not a good idea, lady. You don't know whom you're dealing with here." He scowls at me.

I ignored him and put my hand up.

"I know what I'm doing, and he needs help."

He shook his head.

"I know you have a good heart dear but sometimes I think you're crazy too but please be careful."

He advised.

Then I grabbed my cell phone from my purse and called a taxi. Mr Gorgeous was sitting on the cement against the wall. And I took notice of his expensive black tailored suit and the white shirt that was partially unbuttoned, showing off his muscular chest. His seven feet was lean and I admit he was seriously muscular but more balanced than Bicheng whose almost like a hulk.

As his hair and face, his body appeared to be perfect. I walked over to him and grabbed his arm to help him up.

"Come on, Mr.  I'll get you home," I said.

He looked over at me with his drunken eyes.

"Excuse...me. Do you know me?" he slurred.

So I patted him on the back and walked him to the curb just as the taxi pulled up. Before I pushed him in, I took his wallet out of his back pocket.

He stumbled into the seat, and I climbed in next to him. Then I opened his wallet, took out his driver's license and handed it to the driver.

"Drop him off here." He handed his license back to me, and I took it upon myself to read his name.

I patted him on the arm.

"Oh. Nice to meet you, Mr Mu," I greetings politely.

He looked at me and put his head on my shoulder. I let a small smile escape my lips. The taxi pulled around to the garage area.

"This is where they like to be dropped off. He should have a key that fits that elevator over there, and judge his name should be on the inside next to the keyhole telling you which floor he is on, good luck girl." The taxi sneering.

I stared at the taxi driver because one, how did he know this and two, I had no intention of taking him further action than send him into the elevator.

So I opened his wallet and thumbed through his money. I shook my head at the fact he only had several thousand yuan. So I took out a thousand and handed it to the driver.

"Keep the change," I winked.

A large smile swept across his face.

"Thanks, lady."

"Don't mention it, instead you can thank him next time, you saw him," I said.