Wen Yuxiang is used to being self-conscious, always gentle to his lover, and generous, I don't know how many girls are waiting in line to get into his bed.

Usually used to acting on the spot, and he didn't feel anything, but today, when Ji Wan sat next to him and looked at him, Wen Jing actually had a faint sense of emptiness.

It's like a wife watching her husband with her lover.

The ghost knows why he feels this way, and he actually made up Ji Wan's brain as his wife.

"What's the matter, don't you drink?" As if she didn't see his discomfort, she asked with a smile.

"Don't drink it." Wen Yu said.

"It's rare to come to a bar without drinking." Ji Wan shrugged and didn't ask much.

It's Mei'er, who was left aside, who couldn't get up or down, was very embarrassed, and she was even more resentful of Ji Wan in her heart.

Wen Jingjiu over there didn't know how many bottles he had poured in, and before he changed it, Yun Qianxi had been worried for a long time, but now Ji Wan didn't react at all.

The young lady next to her knew that this was a big fish, and tried her best to hook up with him, but Wen Jing only felt disgusted.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol that magnified the dissatisfaction in his heart, Wen Jing, who has always boasted of her amazing self-control, staggered away from the woman lying on her stomach and walked over to Ji Wan.

Pulling up Ji Wan, who was sitting next to Wen Yu, Wen Jing let out a sip of wine and asked, "Why don't you look at me?" ”

"I'm afraid of long needle eyes." Ji Wan said lightly.

"Yun Qianxi, don't forget, you are my fiancée!" Wen Jing squeezed her wrist hard, her eyes were red, and her strength was as if she wanted to crush her.

He never felt that the indifferent expression on Ji Wan's face was so dazzling, as if he didn't care about anything.

Obviously, before, she only had him in her eyes, and her eyes had been following him.

"Soon it won't be." Ji Wan smiled.

"What do you mean?" Wen Jing asked stunned.

seems to be really drunk and completely forgotten, a few hours ago, he personally called Ji Wan to break up.

"Because the old lady dumped you!" Ji Wan said disdainfully.

Twisting her wrist, Ji Wan wanted to pull her hand out, but Wen Jing didn't know where the strength came from, and kept dragging her, Ji Wan frowned imperceptibly.

"You dare!" Wen Jing's eyes widened, and he had an expression of wanting to eat people.

He can allow himself to dump Ji Wan, but he can't tolerate Ji Wan dumping him, in the final analysis, it is extreme machismo, and straight men are troubled.

"If you're drunk, come to me to play drunk, what about Young Master Wen's upbringing?" Ji Wanqi laughed very angrily.

I've never seen a person who can smile so beautifully, like a blooming peony, a strong suffocating beauty.

Even Wen Jing was stunned, and reached out to caress her delicate cheeks, but was stopped halfway.

Wen Jing looked over angrily, just in time to meet Wen Yu's apologetic smiling face.

"Asa Xi is injured, let go."

Although Wen Yu's voice was not loud, but I don't know why, Wen Jing subconsciously shivered at his eyes, and was actually obedient and obediently let go of his hand.

Wen Yu didn't care about this drunk nephew, and took Ji Wan's hand to examine it carefully.

Because Wen Jing grasped it tightly just now, Ji Wan struggled again, and the snow-white gauze was soaked with blood again, and he didn't have to think about it to know that the wound had cracked again.

Wen Yu felt angry, although he didn't know why he was angry, but he was really angry.