"It's delicious." The wine flowed down An Ranxi's throat little by little, and some of it slid down his neck into his clothes, "But, Nanmo, you're not here, no matter how good it is, what?" ”

Ahn Ran-hee walked out unsteadily, this time she didn't enter the house, leaned against the door, and drank like water.

There was a churning in his stomach, and Ahn Ran-hee covered his mouth, stumbled to the side, and spit out all the contents of his mouth.

After spitting up, he continued to drink and walked out slowly.

The man standing in the shadows, fists clenched, resisted the urge to go out and hold her until her figure disappeared from sight, then he walked out of the shadows and walked to the place where the wine was buried, and his slender fingers continued to dig.

Until another bottle of wine appeared, and the man took it out and took a sip, a bitter smile on the corner of his lips, and the moonlight shone on his chestnut hair.

"Boss, it's Miss."

The corners of Zhong Liyuan's mouth hooked up a smile, he knew that he would meet her here, and it was not in vain that he had waited so long.

Long legs stepped out of the car and slowly walked towards the stumbling little woman, frowning slightly, "Why do you drink like this?" ”

Although An Ranxi was a little drunk, he was not blind, and when he saw Zhong Liyuan, he pushed him away, walked forward by himself, and his wrist was grabbed.

"How?" An Ranxi asked coldly.

"Come back to Yansen with me, Gu Beiyan is not a good person, he is not something you can touch."

"What about you?" Ahn Ran-hee asked rhetorically, "Are you a good person?" Are you something I can touch? ”

"Little milkshake, can't you just talk to me properly?" The strength in Zhongli's original hand unconsciously increased.

An Ranxi's two words annoyed him even more, "I can't." ”

"Are you still thinking about Gu Nanmo?"

"You're not qualified to say his name." Ahn Ran-hee picked up another bottle of wine and splashed it on Zhong Liyuan's face mercilessly, the strong smell of alcohol permeating him.

"What about you?" Zhong Liyuan looked at An Ranxi's face, "It was you who killed Gu Nanmo." ”

"Shut up." Ahn Ran-hee looked at him with hatred like an angry little beast.

Zhong Liyuan would rather she look at him with such eyes than her face him with that indifferent expression, the more this is the case, the more he has to say!

"Didn't you watch Gu Nanmo die, didn't you watch him cremated?"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! How could Gu Nanmo die, he was waiting for me in France, waiting for me to find him! Ahn Chan-hee retorted loudly.

Zhong Liyuan let go of his hand and watched An Ranxi take a few steps back, his cheeks, which were originally a little red from drinking, were now pale, "You have deceived him for so long, did you say that when Gu Nanmo was dying, was it particularly painful?" ”

An Ranxi took a few steps back unsteadily, "I'm going to France, going to France to find him." How could my Gu Nanmo die?! ”

"If you don't believe it, I'll take you to see it!" Zhong Liyuan stuffed An Ranxi into the passenger seat, pulled the driver down, sat in the driver's seat himself, and the car flew like an arrow from the string! Get out.