When Meng Yier walked to the elevator entrance, the elevator door was about to close, and Meng Yier hurriedly pressed the elevator button.

The elevator door opened again, and a tall and thin man wearing a black casual suit, a hat and a mask, and a tightly wrapped bag was in the elevator, it was Yan Yichen who had just come back from talking to friends.

Looking at Meng Yi'er, whose little face was slightly red and staggered in, the man's brows were tightly locked, and his deep eyes turned cold.

Meng Yier walked in and pressed the elevator floor, and she almost fell down with a stumble.

Yan Yichen reflexively wanted to reach out to help, but was preempted by Gao Yang, who was closer to her.

Yan Yichen's eyes stared at Gao Yang's hand on Meng Yi'er's waist, and his cold eyes seemed to be able to freeze everything.

"Miss Meng, are you okay?"

Meng Yi'er broke free of Gao Yang's hand, looked at him with misty eyes, and muttered, "I-I'm fine, why are you still here, I don't need you to send it." ”

As she spoke, she pushed Gao Yang out of the elevator.

"Miss Meng—"

Gao Yang looked at her helplessly, and wanted to say something more, but the elevator door had been closed.

Gao Yang sighed lightly, and a trace of yin poison welled up on his face, "This woman is a little interesting, there has never been a woman who can refuse my overtures like this, this Meng Yier is the first." ”

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In the elevator, Meng Yier turned around in a daze and faced the man.

Meng Yi'er glanced at it, her misty eyes didn't stay on the man for a moment, and she didn't seem to see another person in the elevator at all.

Yan Yichen knew that she still didn't recognize him.

Probably drunk and a little tired, she leaned against the elevator door in a daze.

Yan Yichen looked at Meng Yi'er with her eyes closed and her brows slightly furrowed, and the displeasure in her heart was even worse.

This girl actually went out drinking with a man, and she didn't come back until the third watch in the middle of the night.

Yan Yichen remembered that six years ago, it was also because she was drunk, she was in a daze, and the two had a relationship, is this girl so insecure? Yan Yichen's anger was even stronger.

The elevator clanged, disturbing Yan Yichen's thoughts, and he subconsciously glanced up.

The elevator stopped on the fifth floor, and then the elevator doors slowly opened.

Yan Yichen saw that Meng Yi'er had lost her center of gravity, and her body was leaning back.

"Be careful—" he shouted.

He quickly grabbed her arm that was slightly raised because of the loss of center of gravity, and with the force of his hand, Meng Yier threw herself into his arms.

"You don't want to die?" He looked at Meng Yi'er in shock, and there was reproach and anger in his voice.

"Y-don't you want to die? I'm leaning there so well, why are you pulling me? ”

The drunken Meng Yier didn't seem to be aware of the thrilling scene that had just happened at the moment.

Yan Yichen saw that the elevator door was completely open on the fifth floor, and there was no one outside, thinking that someone couldn't wait and left again, and the elevator door quickly closed automatically again.

He looked down at the person in his arms, his pretty face was slightly red, his lips were slightly open, his big eyes were misty looking at him, and his sharp eyes gradually softened.

Meng Yi'er saw that he was staring at him and didn't speak, she stretched out her hands and patted him on the face, "Hey, why don't you speak?" ”

She looked at him carefully, "Why are you wearing a hat and mask on this big night, you can't be some fugitive, right?" ”

Meng Yi'er reached out to get his mask as she spoke, but Yan Yichen grabbed her restless hands and looked at her unhappily.

"Did I get it right? Who the hell are you? ”

Meng Yier only felt that this person was very strange, and in the middle of the night, he appeared in such a dress.

It's just that every time she gets drunk, she is always amazingly bold, even if she feels suspicious, she is not afraid at all.

Yan Yichen seemed to have made up his mind, he took off his mask, his eyes were staring at her tightly, and his magnetic voice said word by word, "Yan Yi-"

They have met many times, and he has also told his name many times.

However, it was clear that she did not recognize the face.

Before the word "Chen" could be spoken, Meng Yier only felt sick to her stomach and vomited.

Yan Yichen noticed that something was wrong, but he couldn't dodge it, and Meng Yi'er spit on his expensive black coat.