Because there was no Wen Shuqiu and Wen Shu far away, Wen Jiaming let himself go wantonly, and the group went crazy until the early hours of the morning.

At half past one in the morning, Wen Shuyuan received a call from Wen Shuqiu, saying that Wen Jiaming and his party were drunk, and he still had some things to deal with and couldn't leave, so he asked him to go over and pick people up and make arrangements.

Wen Shuyuan just finished handling the work, pinched the bridge of his nose, glanced at the time, and responded.

By the time Wen Shu arrived, it was already half an hour later, and when he found the private room number, he pushed the door and went in.

As soon as I pushed open the door of the private room, it was full of alcohol mixed with the smell of smoke, black smoke and miasma, the huge screen was still on, and there were songs playing in the song ordering machine.

Qiao Wei stood on the sofa with the microphone, singing selflessly, breaking into the sky.

Wen Shuyuan frowned, and instantly felt his temples move.

Not far away, Wen Jiaming and Fu Min leaned together, the two were drunk, Fu Min's scalp was scattered, one foot was still wearing high heels, but the other shoe was gone.

Hearing the voice, she raised her eyes and saw Wen Shuyuan standing at the door.

Fu Min squinted her eyes, and she didn't know if she recognized anyone, she raised her hand, and suddenly slapped Wen Jiaming's face, and the 'snap' sound was extremely loud.

Then, her voice lit up. "Wengou, your dad is here to pick you up"

Wen Jiaming didn't react, and the loud slap just now didn't wake him up at all.

'Bang Bang Bang'

Fu Min slapped him in the face a few more times and pulled his ears again.

"Wen-dog, your dad is coming to pick you up-",

Wen Shuyuan: "······"

Wen Shuyuan's face sank, and he instantly felt that his head hurt even more, how much did hem—drink?

Almost all of the people in this private room were drunk, a few were upside down here, a few were lying on their stomachs, and some were going crazy.

Wen Shuyuan resisted the urge to turn around and leave, took out his mobile phone and ordered a few people to come over to help.

Soon, a few people came up, and Wen Shuyuan asked Wen Jiaming to take him away first.

Wen Jiaming was drunk and unconscious, but when he felt someone pulling him, he suddenly hugged Fu Min tightly.

Still yelling. "Xiao Minmin, help me, someone wants to insult me~~~"

Wen Shuyuan "·······"

A few people standing on the side "······"

Fu Min's face was red, her eyes were foggy, she was hugged by Wen Jiaming, her little face was wrinkled, and she waved her free hand to Wen Jiaming's face.

"Go away, you - duck!!"

Wen Shuyuan looked at these two drunken people, and his face darkened.

He pressed his eyebrows and looked at the people beside him. "Pull him away"

After getting drunk, Wen Jiaming was quite strong, and several people worked together to pull him away.

"You... You let go of me, no... No... Xiao Minmin, save me..."

Wen Jiaming was forcibly dragged away by several people, resisting, and calling for help.

Wen Shuyuan asked the others to assign the drunk people to the room in twos and threes, and then looked at Qiao Wei who was jumping and singing, and Fu Min who was lying on the sofa.

He looked calm and pulled Fu Min up directly from the sofa.

Fu Min frowned, his whole body fell to the sofa, and his hands struggled. "Who are you??? Let go of me..."

Wen Shuyuan's patience was almost worn out, he grabbed Fu Min's arm, his voice was cold, with a warning. "Fu Min"

Fu Min suddenly quieted down, raised his eyes, and looked at him in confusion.

The man's face was cold, his eyes were dark and deep, and his eyes were a little bloodshot, with a tiredness that was not easy to wipe.