After being angry, Ning Wan spoke even more unceremoniously to Fu Ting, "You old antique......! What does it matter to you what I wear? Yes, I have children, but I also have my own freedom, I have a good body, I can wear whatever I want!"

"Yes, Designer Ning is right!" He Shaolin is always the one who doesn't think it's a big deal to watch the excitement, and patted the sofa next to him, "Do you want to have a drink together?"

Fu Ting looked at him coldly, his eyes full of warning.

He Shaolin twisted his face to the side, pretending not to see it.

"No ......"

Before Ning Wan's last note was uttered, An Qing came over with a glass of wine and sat next to He Shaolin.

Just now, He Shaolin only cared about Ning Wan, and didn't notice that An Qing was also there, and when he saw An Qing sitting down, he immediately asked, "Why are you here?"

An Qing let out a crisp laugh, and her white arm hooked He Shaolin's neck, "The two of us cherish each other, so naturally we will see each other." ”

"You stay away from me, I already have a girlfriend. He Shaolin pulled his neck, avoiding An Qing's touch.

Fu Ting's face was expressionless, and he glanced at He Shaolin, "Why didn't I know you had a girlfriend?"

"I'm going to kill you, shut up!"

Even though he was slightly drunk, An Qing still had a keen sense of observation and thinking, "Mr. Fu, what did you just say?"

"I said ......"

"Fu Ting, you dare to say and try!" After He Shaolin finished speaking to Fu Ting, he stood up and sat down on Fu Ting's side, and said in a low voice, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"I heard it, haha, you said He Shaolin doesn't have a girlfriend," An Qing's eyes widened, and there was a bright light in his pupils, "So I have a chance, right?"

He Shaolin looked over, "Miss An, I hope you can be a little reserved as a girl." ”

"What is reserved, can it be eaten as a meal?"

He Shaolin had a feeling of playing the piano with a cow, "You can't eat it as a meal, but maybe your future husband likes reserved women!"

An Qing lives wantonly in country M, what she does completely follows her own thoughts, and she will naturally not live aggrieved in China, "I'm sorry, my future husband likes me to be so enthusiastic and unrestrained!"

Ning Wan covered her mouth and smiled, it seemed that He Tezhu's fake girlfriend plan was about to fail.

All night, An Qing stuck to He Shaolin's side, and the two took Fu Ting together and drank cup after cup. Ning Wan watched people on the side, occasionally taking a sentence or two.

Gradually, there were more empty bottles on the table.

While Fu Ting was slightly drunk, a woman had the courage to come over and talk.

Fu Ting has always been silent and cold, but at this time, he also stared coldly ahead, ignoring the woman who came to scratch her head and make a gesture. Seeing that Fu Ting was unmoved, those women twisted the waist of the water snake and left.

Taking advantage of the time to go to the bathroom, Ning Wan casually asked An Qing, "Have you noticed?" Fu Ting doesn't seem to be in a good mood today. ”

An Qing touched up the lipstick in the mirror, "You observe in detail." ”

Although Ning Wan and Fu Ting are not very familiar with each other, judging from the time of contact, Fu Ting should be a fairly self-disciplined person, but today he is drinking a lot, how can it not be abnormal?

"Ning Wan, you are not allowed to be tempted by Fu Ting, his girlfriend is your sister, and you also have my brother, so you can't empathize with Fu Ting, do you understand?"

Ning Wan pointed to the lipstick An Qing put on, and laughed, "You can just take care of it." ”

"Well, I'll leave your business alone for the time being," An Qing clenched his fists, looking imperative, "I must take He Shaolin tonight!"

"Hey, what do you want to do?" and An Qing have known each other for several years, and sometimes Ning Wan still can't figure out what she wants to do.

An Qing hooked Ning Wan's neck and whispered in her ear: "In a while, you...... Then ......"

Ning Wan took An Qing's hand down, "An Qing, be sober." ”

"I'm sober. An Qing held Ning Wan's hand, "Let's go, let's go drink." ”

There were a total of four people in front of the booth, and I am afraid that only Ning Wan was conscious.

An Qing and He Shaolin seem to be very energetic, but they are actually quite drunk. Fu Ting's eyes were bloodshot, like rabbit's eyes, and he drank cup by cup, as if he had something uncomfortable.

It was almost eleven o'clock in the evening, Ning Wan pushed An Qing, "Let's all go back, right?"

"I haven't drunk enough, why do you want to go back?" Although An Qing didn't have much sense, she still knew how to give Ning Wan a look.

He Shaolin filled everyone up again, "Yes, I haven't drunk enough, I can't go!"

"I'm going back. Fu Ting shook his body and wanted to stand up.

Ning Wan wanted to help but felt bad, so she stretched out her hands in the air in embarrassment and quickly put them down.

"Ning Wan, you send Mr. Fu back!"

"Why me?" Ning Wan knew that her task tonight was to accompany An Qing, and she had deliberately forgotten about the plans An Qing said.

An Qing swayed and pushed Ning Wan, "Quick...... Go and send Mr. Fu, you don't want to ...... Don't you want an accident to happen to such a young and promising young man?"

Ning Wan looked in the direction where Fu Ting had left.

A few women on the other side of the platform saw Fu Ting walking out alone, and they walked up to talk to each other. Fu Ting waved his hand to open the woman next to him, "Get out!"

A long-haired woman stepped forward and climbed Fu Ting's arm, "Handsome guy, can I ask you to go somewhere else for another drink?"

Fu Ting's cold eyes looked over, and he squeezed out a word from between his teeth - "Get out!"

The woman was frightened by Fu Ting's cold appearance, and couldn't help but take a few steps back.

Ning Wan followed behind Fu Ting without hurrying, watching him walk out of the bar and look around for a car.

"Mr. Fu, do you want the driver to pick you up, or do you want to take a taxi back?" Ning Wan asked while standing three meters away from Fu Ting.

Fu Ting didn't speak, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it slowly.

Not far away, a taxi came at a gallop, Ning Wan rushed up, hugged Fu Ting and took a few steps back.

The cigarette in Fu Ting's hand fell to the ground, and his body approached Ning Wan softly.

His hands fell, touching his long sleek hair and bare back. The moment he looked past, his pupils contracted.

The hollow design on the back of the clothes reveals Ning Wan's perfectly fair back.

Under the light, the white skin glowed with a soft color, which made Fu Ting's breathing heavier.

"Mr. Fu, are you okay?" Fu Ting's body was too heavy, Ning Wan helped him a little hard, and said with difficulty, "You give me your mobile phone, and I'll call your driver." ”

The cold wind blew, revealing Fu Ting's full forehead, "Give." ”

Ning Wan kept pressing the "home" button with her mobile phone, but she couldn't open it, "Are you kidding me?" His mobile phone was obviously turned off.

Fu Ting's mind was full of Ning Wan's bare back, his breathing became more and more rapid, and his body became more and more agitated......

Forcing himself to suppress the charm in his heart, Fu Ting gently shook his body and left.

Ning Wan chased after her, "Where are you going?"

"Go home!"

Fu Ting seems to be not lightly drunk, what if a driver who doesn't have long eyes drives over and hits him? After hesitating, Ning Wan still chased after him, "I'll send you home." ”

"No!" Fu Ting walked quickly.

Ning Wan was wearing high heels, and she wanted to catch up with Fu Ting, who was striding a meteor, but she was really struggling, and she was out of breath after a while, "Mr. Fu, you walk slowly." ”

Fu Ting continued to walk forward as if he hadn't heard it, walking and walking, not standing firm under his feet, and falling to the side.

"Mr. Fu—" Ning Wan screamed and rushed over.