Han Luochen was tired for a day, and after sending Lan Qingchuan back, he was about to go home to take a shower and sleep, when Luo Jie's house called, he obviously drank a little too much, and called him over in a delirium.

He scolded, hurriedly took a shower, changed his clothes and hurried over. Luo Jie has been getting more and more unseemly lately. Han Luochen felt that if he didn't restrain some ironclad things, it would be bad, and the two old men in his family had bright eyes and looked so closely. Thinking like this, he completely forgot that he was also like Luo Jie not long ago.

By the time he arrived at the clubhouse, this bastard had fallen asleep on the table, he had been busy chasing a little star recently, and he had caught up with his hand, and he was drunk and hugged the beauty every day, and he didn't return all night, and he didn't know what to do. The woman was dressed up and sat beside him, and Han Luochen walked over and smelled the rich smell of perfume on her body. He frowned in extreme disgust, pulled Luo Jie up, and pulled him out by the collar. The people inside were also familiar with him, and they didn't make any movements, just staring blankly.

Luo Jie struggled twice, but didn't break away, he had a wine burp, the smell was extremely unpleasant, mixed with the bad air in the room, Han Luochen was impatient, threw him into the sofa, raised his long legs, and kicked him a few times, "What kind of nerves do you have." Luo Jie woke up in a daze, and when he opened his eyes, he was Han Luochen with a gloomy face, he woke up halfway from drinking, and obediently put away his long tail, "Here?" It's been a long time since we've gotten together to have a drink together. "He is in this circle every day, and he hasn't seen him for a long time, Han Luochen frowned, and his face was so dark that he was dripping. The few people gathered here are mostly Luo Jie's new friends who are drinking and meat, he himself is a good student in school, and he doesn't know much about the origin of these people, they are all young new faces. Han Luochen glanced at it, said hello, said with a warning, and pointed at Luo Jie, "He doesn't have a clear mind, you should take care of it more." "Meaning let them stop in moderation. Luo Jie is only twenty years old after all, his spirit is vivid, and his mind is smart and clear, but in the end, he doesn't have as many thoughts as them, and many places are as pure and kind as a blank piece of paper, such as this woman sitting on the side with heavy makeup, I don't know who provoked her, what are these things called.

Luo Jie was embarrassed, "Don't say that, master, can I get drunk." Han Luochen sneered and let go of him, his expression cold and he didn't speak.

Luo Jie was already very drunk, and at this time he mentioned Lan Qingchuan, Han Luochen frowned and was about to interrupt, but he didn't stop it, "This afternoon's activity is going to Qingchuan, I know that you kid is so active and must have a calculation in his heart." The people who were drinking on the side had pointed ears, "Ha, it turns out that the third son of Han has faded out of the circle these days to chase the girl?" ”

"Which little girl, say it, everyone will think of a way for you!" There was a burst of laughter. Han Luochen's face was so dark that he couldn't look at it, this group of people was different from the party friends in his circle, it was obvious that they were not good at stubble, and he didn't know where Luo Jie, the bastard, had made friends, and his eyes were a lot worse.

He said in a cold voice, "Can you still believe the words of a drunkard?" "His reputation is higher than Luo Jie's, he is not a simple character, and his eyes are sharp and profound, which is very intimidating.

The group gradually silenced their voices. Han Luochen closed his gaze and lifted Luo Jie, who was lying on the sofa and fell asleep, with a very indifferent expression, he had already made up his mind to hand him over to his grandfather. Luo Jie slept like a pig, but he still felt it in his heart and shivered.

"You can't be the one from the Lan Clan, right?" He was dragging someone to leave, when suddenly a voice came from behind him, the voice was rough and hoarse, sympathetic and cold, and had great malice, "Lan Qingchuan, right?" ”

Han Luochen turned his head to look over, he turned a small angle, and saw the man's tall and unkind face. He snorted and showed his side face to him, full of disdain, "What's the matter with you?" ”

He pulled Luo Jie and left, eager to wake up the drunk with a slap.

The tall young man behind him took a sip of wine, his expression was a little unpredictable, he smashed his wine glass at once, and sneered, "I see." ”