Elite Doting Marriage: Crafty Husband, Aloof Cute Wife

After speaking, he wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand.

Jiang Zhuoheng sneered, "Just disdain like you domineering."

Are these two people trying to learn the rhythm of women tearing?

Ming Ansheng was afraid that he had finished his two wine fights. With the strength of the wine, he quickly settled among them, and said with a smile, "Today is my birthday. What's the matter with you holding a bottle here?"

Then he frowned at Lu Yinan again, motioned him to sit at Jiang Zhuoheng, and they broke up to mediate.

Lu Yinan grasped the thought, immediately sat down, and stretched out his arms around Jiang Zhuoheng's neck. "I heard that you have a cousin coming back from abroad. It looks very beautiful. Let me introduce it to my buddies."

Jiang Zhuoheng gave him a blindfold, "You really live up to the evaluation of the four words" Sven scum "."

He came over on an empty stomach. He was filled with six glasses of wine, and he drank another bottle just now.

He couldn't hold his head anymore. He leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, leaning his head, rubbing his temples with one hand, his throat and stomach were on fire, evaporating the water in his body.

Yan Rusheng drank a little less than him, and the amount of alcohol was a little bit worse than him, but it was not much better.

But he always kept in mind that he would go to the company to pick up the vividness.

Moreover, he cannot be ashamed in front of Jiang Zhuoheng.

Thinking, he held the coffee table and slowly got up. After waiting for a while, he straightened up and tried to stand still.

Then he looked down and glanced at Jiang Zhuoheng, proud.

"My daughter-in-law is still waiting for me to pick her up at the company. I have to go first." He greeted everyone.

Then, regardless of everyone's silence, he lifted his feet and walked towards the door. He tried to walk steadily.

He drank so much alcohol, everyone must not rest assured that he left alone.

"Yan San, you call for the driver to pick it up." Ming An Sheng got up to catch up.

Yan Rusheng raised his hand and swayed behind him, "It's all right."

It's okay, just dizzy ...

He reached out to open the door, flashed out, and immediately leaned against the wall, closed the door, and held his other hand to his head, and stopped.

Oh ... really dizzy.

"Aheng is right in saying that, you can really pretend." Ming Ansheng followed and saw him holding on to the wall, and the station was not stable.

As he said, he pulled his arms around him and helped him walk towards the exit.

In the hall, there are singers singing on the stage, tall women, short hair and shoulders, casual dress.

Yan Rusheng stopped and looked at the singing girl. Xu Xu once stood on that stage and sang a song. When he remembered, he closed his eyes, and the song was in his mind.

Affectionate, committed!

Like nature, it is intoxicating.

But damn, it was heard by so many people.

Ming Ansheng looked at his intoxicated look and teased with a smile: "What? You look at the chick who sang on the stage?"

"Get off!" Yan Rusheng opened his eyes, glanced at Ming Ansheng coldly, then re-stepped and walked towards the bar door.

The course is crooked, and the body is wobbly and in danger.

He still didn't let Ming An Sheng help, Ming An Sheng was behind him and squeezed a sweat for him, for fear he would fall here.

Then tomorrow will be embarrassing. Yan San Shao drunk too much and fell in the bar.

If this news comes out, how can the three young masters who have always been high-cold and arrogant love to pretend to live? What else can I see?