Prestigious Family Marriage: Uncle vs Young Wife

Drinking a tour.

Yan Shiyun poured two more red wines and came to the heart.

Ye Qingxin did not blink at the moment, staring at the wine glass she handed over, and did not reach out.

Yan Shiyun said with a joke: "What's wrong? I am afraid of poisoning me?"

Ye Yinxin also laughed: "Will you?"

Yan Shiyun subconsciously went to see Chen Yu'an, just to the suspicion of his suspicion.

Her heart was uncomfortable.

Isn't Chen Yu'an not trusting her at all?

"Oh..." Yan Shiyun pinched his feet and smiled a little stiffly. "He is really joking. I know that I have done a lot of bad things before. You don't trust me. Ok, this cup I drink."

Ye looked at her and sent the cup to her lips. There was no intention to stop it.

"Sister!" The poems ran over and grabbed the cup in the hand of Yan Shiyun. "This glass of wine is dirty, change it."

Originally, as long as she sipped the glass of wine, it would be fine. Now, even if she drank, I am afraid I could not dispel the doubts of Chen Yu’an.

Chen Yu'an's eyes turned from suspicion to anger, and it was almost necessary to delay the poetry.

Yan Shiyun was angry and burned. ‘啪’ slammed the poems and poems. “How is this wine dirty? Are you sick? What do you say?”

The poems of the poems were struck by the body, and the liquor in the glass of the hands was violently shattered, sprinkling most of them.

She grimaced and grievously defended herself: "Sister... I just sneezed in the direction of the cup when I poured the wine. I seem to have some colds. I am afraid of transmitting it to you. ......"

This excuse can be described as far-fetched, and some are more and more black.

"Go back and sit down, talk less and no one is dumb!" Yan Shiyun took a look at the poems of the poems, regained the cup, and leaned back and drank.

She held the glass, swaying at the end, then slamming, "Look, is it poisonous?"

Ye smiled awkwardly. "I am joking. Why are you still taking it seriously?"

The tone is a bit cool, but also implies that the poems of the poems are small, and they can't open a joke, and they are so angry that they can't stand the disguise.

After another two rounds of wine, the waiter pushed the dining car again, with a large soup bowl on it.

“This is a complimentary hangover soup from our hotel, sober up and stomach, please use it slowly.”

The waiter’s words were round and round, and the dining car was pushed to the leaves and the lid of the soup bowl was uncovered. It suddenly appeared hot and looked hot.

Ye enamoured to let her go to the side, to facilitate her movements, and second, so that the soup splashed out and burned itself.

I don't want to, the waiter just started a big bowl, his feet slipped, his body tilted, and a bowl full of hot soup poured into the head of the leaves.

"Be careful!" Chen Yu'an almost conditioned reflexes, using the body to protect the leaves.

In an instant, sharp pain drowned him, and the pain in his throat was low.

The next moment, he suddenly left from the leaves, avoiding the soup that slipped from his face down to her body.

Very hot, he can't bear to hurt her.

Things happened too fast and many people didn't react.

"Chen Yu'an!" Ye was shocked.

Unexpectedly, he would use his own to stop the disaster for her.

The soup was too hot, and Chen Yu’an was exposed to the place where it was hot, and it immediately became red and swollen, and the skin became wrinkled.

"Ah! Chen Yu'an!" Yan Shiyun's face was pale.

The poetry is also the same, tears fall down.

Chen Yu'an fell into the chair, and the pain in his throat was numb, and the pain was blue.

"Chen Yu'an! Call the ambulance! Come on!" Yan Shiyun was so painful that he couldn't breathe. He cried with uneasiness: "What to do? How to do it? Chen Yu'an!"

"Yein heart! It's all you! It's all you! You are a curse! It's awesome! Why don't you die!"

Someone called the ambulance with a mobile phone.

Ye Yinxin did not care about the end of the poems of Shi Yunyun, the waiter who rushed to the spot: "Get two clean towels, come on!"

The waiter was stunned and rushed out, hurriedly ran out, and soon took two towels and came over with the hotel manager.

"How do you do things? The guests are hot and squeaky like this. I don't think you should do anything. What can you do with clumsy?" The manager slammed his face and shouted the waiter.

Pretending.

Ye is upset. "Can you shut up first? Go and bring the mineral water bucket over!"

The manager stunned.

"Faster!"

"Oh oh!"

The mineral water came, and the leaves poured out the towel and told me again: "Pour the water into the towel!"

Last time she was burnt, go back to the Internet and search for it.

It is also an urgent measure to soak the cold water with a clean towel.

Ye Qingxin carefully covered the soaked towel on Chen Yu'an's bare skin, and let the manager carefully pour the mineral water onto his clothes soaked in hot soup.

Chen Yu'an grabbed the hand of Ye Yinxin, and clearly licked his teeth, but the smile in his eyes was so obvious. "Don't worry, I am fine." It seems that she is not convinced, and she promises: "Really!"

Ye looked at his painful face, his heart was not a taste, his eyes were sour.

"Don't talk, the doctor is coming soon."

The ambulance came fairly fast.

The ambulance personnel made a temporary treatment for Chen Yu'an in a very orderly manner, hung up the hanging water and carried him to the hospital.

All the time, Chen Yu’an did not loosen the hand of Ye’s heart.

Ye had a heart to follow the ambulance.

Jingboyuan and a few people in the business field had enough to drink wine. Just after leaving the box door, they saw a team of medical personnel carrying people through the door.

"Hey, what's the matter?" Someone said something behind him in a lively tone.

"Hey, that girl seems to be familiar... I really want to see where I have been."

"You are familiar with this."

Half ringing.

Someone suddenly realized that ah, ah, "She is not the one who was sung at Mrs. Xiao’s wife’s birthday banquet..."

When the words were not finished, they received the cold eyes of Jingboyuan. The man was busy closing his mouth and hiding behind the crowd.

Jingboyuan’s line of sight fell to the corner where the medical staff disappeared.

His eyes are unfathomable, and the faintness seems to be a little unpleasant.

The swaying eyes are the small hands that the leaves are held tightly by others.

White is so angry that he is upset.

"Jing Zong, isn’t it good to go to the ‘Times of the City’? Let’s go now?”

Jingboyuan took out the root smoke and put it in his lips. He was about to touch the lighter. Someone had already fired it and asked for it.

He lit the smoke through the fire of the man, and the mist filled his face, blurring his expression, and he became more and more unpredictable.

He stared at somewhere and didn't know what he was thinking.

He didn't talk, other people had to stay with them, and they didn't dare to say anything.

Half-sounding, Jingboyuan raised his hand to extinguish the smoke at the top of the ash bucket, and lifted his foot to the elevator.

Others are busy keeping up.

They are all bosses, but they are involuntarily based on Jingboyuan.

He has this ability, and he can let himself be in the leadership position anytime and anywhere without deliberately doing anything.