Jian Yang, Bai Mengyu and a few other people who couldn't be named were raising their glasses and drinking happily, but Su Yanjue put this glass of water in front of him.

Everyone knows about his alcohol allergy, so much so that it is not strange for him to drink water on such occasions, but it is curious that the people he once boasted that Haikou would never participate in such occasions actually took the initiative to ask them all out today.

So when Su Yanjue saw the phone screen light up, a very obvious smile appeared on his face, Jian Yang understood, and Bai Mengyu also understood.

"I finally have a little conscience." Su Yanjue didn't answer the phone, but said to himself silently.

Jian Yang sat beside him, glanced at the names on the screen, and rarely faded steadily and joked to him, "Awkward?" Do you mess with her or does she mess with you? ”

Su Yanjue pressed the reject button, and leaned back relaxedly, "With so many words, are you not drinking enough?" ”

Seeing him hang up the phone, Jian Yang shook his head and smiled helplessly, "You also did such a childish thing as not answering the phone?" It seems that it was the one in your house who touched your scales. ”

Su Yanjue didn't smile at his words, but under the dim light of the box, he saw a faint wound on the corner of Su Yanjue's mouth, "Young Master Su, your battle was very fierce last night, why did it collapse today." ”

Jian Yang poked his head over and looked carefully at his lips. The subtle wound can't be seen at all if you don't look carefully, but the young master in front of you doesn't seem to hide it, and there is even a way for you to see it.

"Mengyu, Yanjue is injured." As if he had discovered a new continent, Jian Yang turned around and beckoned Bai Mengyu to come over.

Bai Mengyu, who was drinking, vaguely heard what was wrong with Su Yanjue, and looked at him lying on the sofa with his head up, thinking that something had happened to him drinking, "What's wrong, what's wrong, is it drinking?" ”

He ran over anxiously, but Su Yanjue just mouthed at him, and the movement of the bag made him see the wound on his mouth at a glance.

"You are ......" Bai Mengyu pointed to his lips in surprise, "Domestic violence." ”

Jian Yang chuckled lightly when he heard this, but Su Yanjue opened his eyes suddenly, and looked like he was in trouble, "Well, think about it carefully, this is indeed domestic violence." ”

The three of them got together, and Bai Mengyu was about to say something, when Ran Yun's call came in again.

Su Yanjue's smile became even worse, and the whole person became more and more relaxed.

The good brother sat beside him, looking at the smugness flowing from his eyes, which was self-evident.

"Take it easy, the stubbornness on Yunyun's body is no worse than yours, if you want to use this way to make her soft, I'm afraid it will backfire if you don't get it right."

Compared with Jian Yu, Bai Mengyu knows Ran Yun very well, after all, they grew up together.

Su Yanjue nodded, and took the phone that was still ringing in his hand, "Anyway, I have to let her remember it longer." ”

"You still have a long memory, you know that she is worried about you drinking and deliberately asks us out, you are really scheming." Jian Yang said so that he could not die, piercing his wishful thinking sentence by sentence.

The bell stopped, and the smile on the corner of Su Yanjue's mouth was faintly put away, "I'm too lazy to design her, but I'm just not sure ......"

When Bai Mengyu heard this, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes. He unconsciously raised his wine glass to hide the slightest inappropriateness.

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