"Yu Ran, take me to drink. I want to drink. Mu Xiaoran pulled An Yuran's shirt tightly, and her little hands trembled.

She just wanted to get that hot wine in her mouth now, she didn't want her head to be full of Cassiffel, she wanted to calm her heart down.

An Yuran frowned. "Xiao Ran, you can't drink. I know you're unhappy, but girls aren't allowed to drink, you know? He grabbed her by the shoulders and said in a non-negotiable voice.

Mu Xiaoran raised her head and cried with tears. "Yu Ran, I beg you, will you take me for a drink? I really want to get better. ”

An Yuran looked at Mu Xiaoran's injured appearance, her heart jumped suddenly, she gritted her teeth slightly and started the engine, and she could only take her to the bar in the end.

An Yuran followed Mu Xiaoran all the way, and he watched her pour down the wine cup after cup, exuding a cold aura all over her body, preventing other men from approaching Mu Xiaoran.

Mu Xiaoran poured the clear, impurity-free wine into his mouth, and the hot feeling kept falling into his throat, and every part of his stomach seemed to be burning with fire.

Still, her heart ached.

For what? She had already drunk so much wine, why did her heart still feel so painful?

Unconsciously, Mu Xiaoran's tears fell again, dripping into the wine. She raised her hand and poured another glass.

At this moment, the hot feeling has long since disappeared, and only the bitterness and heart-burning stinging sensation remain.

"For what? Why do you always disturb my heart? Mu Xiaoran clenched the empty cup and said drunkly. Every time I believe in you and rely on you, you ruthlessly push me away? Am I just a toy to pass the time for you? ”

Mu Xiaoran smiled coldly and said softly.

An Yuran has been staying by Mu Xiaoran's side, and looking at her like this, she feels extremely uncomfortable.

When she was about to drink a glass of wine to her stomach, An Yuran snatched her wine glass and set it aside.

"What do you do? Give me the wine! Mu Xiaoran pouted and said with displeasure.

"Xiao Ran, you're drunk. Let's go back. An Yuran gently supported Mu Xiaoran's swaying body, frowning and worried.

If Xiao Ran continued to drink, he really didn't know what would become of the Dao.

The most important thing is that now reporters must be looking for her and themselves everywhere, in order to dig up a little bit of news. He couldn't let Xiao Ran be sad again.

Mu Xiaoran didn't want to leave, and when he picked up another glass of wine from the side and was about to pour it, An Yuran once again took away the wine glass.

Repeatedly, Mu Xiaoran grabbed An Yuran's clothes, stood on tiptoe, raised his eyebrows, and stared at him with drunken displeasure.

"For what? Why don't you let me drink it? I wasn't drunk at all. Mu Xiaoran said firmly, but the sloppy expression and red face seemed to be not the case.

An Yuran gently stroked Mu Xiaoran, her worried eyes revealing a trace of sadness.

"If it were me, I wouldn't make you sad." He said softly, but in an irrefutable tone.

For a moment, Mu Xiaoran watched the blurred figure in his eyes gradually become clear, and Casselfield stared at him gently.

In an instant, her tears welled up like a tsunami, which she couldn't stop.