Joan, that woman, actually said she didn't know him!

Very good!

Song Yichen's bad teeth were about to be crushed, and he could only endure it.

Joan is not by his side, he has nowhere to fire his belly!

The man's face was extremely ugly, a burst of blue, a burst of gray, a burst of white, several colors mixed together, illuminated by the crystal ceiling lamp, very scary.

Fu Qingshi and the others could feel the anger on his body, and they also knew that this person was in a bad mood, so they didn't pour salt on the wound again.

"Song Er, don't worry, we'll call this for you again, and let her pick you up today no matter what!"

With everyone's assurance, Song Yichen's pale face softened a little.

He didn't speak, he sat quietly on the leather sofa, his eyes gloomy.

It was Fu Qingshi who called Qiao An this time.

"Brother and sister, Song Yichen is drunk and has been calling your name, see if you can ......"

Before he could finish his words, his face had changed.

Because the other party hung up the phone mercilessly the moment he heard Song Yichen's name.

Several big men in the box looked at the black screen of Fu Qingshi's mobile phone, all of them held their mouths, and they didn't dare to laugh out loud.

After all......

It's not good to sprinkle salt on Song Er's wound.

At this time, everyone was limited to silence, infinitely sympathetic to Song Yichen.

Click......

The glass in Song Yichen's hand was crushed by him, and the man's eyes were full of gloom, so he grabbed the remaining small half bottle of vodka and poured it into his mouth.

"Eh, you can't drink like this!"

No one could stop it, Song Yichen still drank the whole bottle of wine in the end, and sat on the sofa with a blank look.

Silent.

is also a brother, seeing him like this, everyone can't bear to laugh at him anymore.

Huo Beicheng couldn't stand it, took out his private mobile phone, and dialed Qiao An's number.

This time, he didn't speak, but asked the waiter at the bar to say to Qiao An: "Hello, this young lady, do you know a gentleman named Song Yichen?" ”

"He's drunk in our bar, and now we're closing, can you take him away?"

Joan was overwhelmed.

In order to get a good night's sleep, she decided to help: "Okay, tell me your address." ”

After answering the phone, Joan threw her phone aside and rubbed her temples.

What's going on?!

Why does she care about Song Yichen's life or death!

They don't have a relationship anymore, he's drunk and about her!

Mo Xiaowan looked at her depressed, and couldn't help but care: "Song Yichen is harassing you again?" ”

Jo Ann shook her head, took her phone back, and rubbed it in her palm.

"He was drunk, and the waiter at the bar said he only had my number on his phone and asked me to pick him up."

Mo Xiaowan came to her senses, and she didn't sleep anymore, so she sat up and looked at her: "Then are you going?" ”

Joan half-leaned on the head of the bed and smiled bitterly: "I don't want to go!" ”

Mo Xiaowan nodded: "If you don't want to go, you won't go!" I still don't believe it, if you don't pick him up, can he die? ”

"You're all divorced, it's okay for a long time!"

"Hurry up and go to bed, it's not worth it to be sad for this scumbag!"

Joan took a deep breath: "You can't really leave him there, right?" ”

"Although he is a little scumbag, our Qiao family owes him and will owe him all his life."

Mo Xiaowan was so angry that she sat up and glared at her: "Then what are you going to do?" Really going to pick him up in the middle of the night? ”

"Those who know say that you have a good heart, and those who don't know must say that you are dead-hearted!"

Joan knew that she was doing it for her own good, hesitated for a while, and finally put on her coat.

Mo Xiaowan immediately became anxious: "Where are you going?!" ”

"Really pick up that scumbag?"