The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

Spicy wine entered the throat.

The whole body of Ye Yuchen was full of heavy alcohol. He squinted his long and narrow eyes and sat lazily on the bench, pouring wine endlessly until he was numb.

"Second brother, something will happen if he drinks like this!"

Ye Jingxuan stood beside Bo Liang and reminded him in a low voice, sounding very anxious, but at a loss.

Bo Liang looked indifferent.

He looked at Ye Yuchen who was drunk, and the corners of his lips twitched, "It doesn't matter if you are drunk, at least it doesn't have to be that painful."

No one can help him share this pain.

He can only wait for him to digest and bear it, even in the form of drunken life and dreams, it is better than heartache.

"but……"

Ye Jingxuan still wanted to say something, but when he met her thin and indifferent eyes, he swallowed the words back into his stomach abruptly.

He always felt that Bo Liang seemed to be different.

If it were before, he couldn't understand Ye Yuchen's behavior now...buying drunk for women.

"All right." Ye Jingxuan scratched his head.

As long as Ye Yuchen doesn't drink stomach bleeding anymore, it doesn't matter...he drinks well anyway.

The winter wind is getting colder and awe-inspiring.

The few yellow leaves on the branches fell sadly, and as the winter wind swept through, they rubbed a textured rustle on the asphalt ground...

Ye Yuchen shook the wine bottle lightly, looked down at the scattered empty bottle, lifted his eyelids, and the sky was getting dark.

Bo Liang had left beforehand. Before he left, he arranged for Ye Jingxuan to guard Ye Yuchen in secret, so as not to let him do anything, but don't always dangle in front of him.

So Ye Jingxuan squatted in the flowers...

"Ah……"

Ye Yuchen snorted coldly.

He stood up, his cheeks that were not stained with the slightest drunkenness were still cold and hard, his eyes were slightly narrowed, and he looked forward a little confused, and the depths of his ink eyes were still awe-inspiring.

If it weren't for the heavy drunkenness all over his body, he would be completely calm and not like someone who had just bought it.

Ye Yuchen walked steadily and returned to the inpatient department. He leaned on the elevator to go upstairs, controlling himself from start to finish, without showing drunkenness.

Ye Jingxuan didn't feel relieved, and immediately followed.

"Brother Li Chuan, is the one in front of you a cliff? Will you fall to death if you jump down? You jump and let me see."

"Brother Li Chuan, can this grenade kill a teammate? Can it blow up a teammate who is particularly nonsense?"

"Brother Li Chuan, are you standing in the bombing to make a difference! I want to see what the picture of being killed looks like..."

Gong Lichuan was playing "Stimulating Battlefield", and Mu Wanqing was lying halfway on the hospital bed, watching him play games excitedly.

Men are addicted to killing guns, and women who don't like to play games are addicted to watching men kill guns.

But Mu Wanqing is different...

She is addicted to studying all kinds of strange ways of death.

Gong Lichuan's eyes twitched fiercely, "Qing'er, it depends on luck..."

"boom--"

Before his words fell, a bomb suddenly dropped from the sky, and the news that the character fell to the ground immediately popped up.

Gong Lichuan: "..."

Mu Wanqing looked at the screen excitedly, "Is it really going to be blown to death? Li Chuan, how dark is your face!"

It was originally white, but was blackened by her anger.

Gong Lichuan looked at Mu Wanqing helplessly, his violent temper almost didn't roll up his sleeves to punch him, but even if his sleeves were rolled up, he couldn't bear to punch him...

"Qinqin, Mu Wanqin."

At this moment, Ye Yuchen returned to the ward, he leaned lazily against the door, his eyes drifting towards her with a blur.