With a smug smile, Zhao Ziyue picked up a hairy crab and said with a successful conspiracy: "You're trapped. Drinking on an empty stomach will make you die? When your stomach hurts later, don't let my brother rub it."

As he said that, Zhao Ziyue took half of the bottle of white wine in front of Yanan. He raised his head and drank it upside down. Ren Yanan was snatching it crazy, but he just refused to give it to him, knowing that he had finished drinking it all. Only empty bottles were left.

Gently patting Zhao Ziyue's arm, Yanan said with crystal tears: "This is my own bitter wine, I want to finish it myself."

He raised the wine bottle high and threw it hard on the ground. Broken glass splashed everywhere.

The waiter hurried over and leaned his head to ask what happened. Zhao Ziyue waved his hand to him and said it was okay. The male animals at the stall next to him thought he was drunk and hid far away.

Gently holding up Yanan's fair and small chin, Zhao Ziyue said with a domineering look on his face: "You have drunk half of the bitter wine, and I'll drink the remaining bitter wine for you."

"Thank you, but can you do it?" Yanan smiled bitterly. But her heart was warm. Although her husband's family is big and his power is even greater, after all, a man dared to stand and say that he wanted to save himself from the sea of ​​suffering.

"Yes! I can do it if I say yes. From now on, you will be my Zhao Ziyue's woman. Whoever dares to object is just seeking death!" Zhao Ziyue said domineeringly.

"It's useless, you can't beat them. I don't want to see something happen to you, just like now, I'm already very satisfied." Yanan said in tears.

Zhao Ziyue hugged Yanan tightly in her arms and let her sob in her arms. His eyes became more firm.

Damn in such a rapidly developing society, time is money. In this era of overcrowding of goods, durability and wealth are two things that make women crazy. For men, having milk is a mother. For women, having money is a man.

When Yanan first met herself, she could completely ignore her identity, wealth, background, and help herself sincerely. She had to repay this love no matter what. Do you really like her now? Do you really love her? Zhao Ziyue kept asking herself in her heart. Do you like it? Do you sure. Do you love it? Maybe!

"I will never cause trouble for you. I just want to be your lover." Yanan finally stopped crying and said with a smile on her face with pear blossoms and rain.

"I don't want my woman to be wronged." Zhao Ziyue said solemnly.

As my eyes turned, just as Zhao Ziyue and Yanan kissed me. Outside the gate of the Sequoia International Hotel not far away, Wang Yueming, dressed in white chocolate, was waving goodbye to Shui He family's young master Shui and Yingyi with a smile on his face.

Judging from the smiles on the faces of the two young men, they had a pleasant conversation, and it seemed that they had even formed some consensus.

Hao Er, who was wrapped in gauze, watched the three of them leave with a resentful look on his face, and approached Wang Yueming and asked quietly: "Young Master, are you really planning to cooperate with them? They are Japanese."

"Can you care about my business?" Wang Yueming said coldly.

Hao Er lowered his head and said nothing.

"If you explain, I will find a few smart brothers to stare at this person and pay attention to who he is dating. It is best to get the photos and take them back and hand them over to me." Wang Yueming ordered.

After taking the photo, Hao Er agreed to leave.

Sitting in a black Rolls-Royce phantom in the convoy, Wang Yueming's thin body was faintly excited. He finally found him. This guy who claimed to be Shui and Yingshi Yi was a powerful helper. The man with long hair and long hair around him was so abnormal that he actually cut off the pistol held by Hao Ershu. It really opened his eyes.

And the guy next to him who was wearing a black robe and exuding a strange and gloomy expression was definitely a master, hehe~ This is enough for Zhao Ziyue to suffer. Fight with me?

As his eyes turned, just as others were planning to hold him to death, Zhao Ziyue, a heartless guy, was still holding Yanan's slim waist, sitting on the street stall drinking wine and eating crabs, having fun.

It is not like all online novels, where there are so many evil people at street stalls at night. The male pig's feet punch and kick people in front of women because of a quarrel. Then they trembled all over, and the kingly aura showed their domineering spirit, and all the younger brothers surrendered. That's just in the novel. In fact, most of the people who come out to eat street stalls at night are poor, wage-earned people, or young white-collar workers who have been working hard for a day, come out to play tooth sacrifices.

When he took Yanan into the taxi, Zhao Ziyue kissed her affectionately on the cheek and instructed: "Go home and call me."

Yanan nodded obediently, gently tidied his collar, and said with a smile: "Little greedy cat, go home early, don't go out to steal the fishy food."

Zhao Ziyue said shamelessly: "You have been fed this afternoon, but you are powerless if you are willing."

Watching the taxi Yanan take far away, Zhao Ziyue also returned to his BMW, started the car, and rushed back to Kingsoft Market.

When he went upstairs, there was no light in the room on the first floor, which made Zhao Ziyue want to kick open the security door and see if the old beggar was exhausted. Then he suppressed this idea again. Perhaps there were no five people who could make the old beggar die in China. Just those hundreds of films? Zhao Ziyue was still very confident about the vitality of the old beggar.

After going up the second floor and turning on the lights in the living room, Zhao Ziyue found that there was a blue thermos on the window of the balcony, full of dormitory patterns. There was also a note pressed below.

I picked it up and saw it. It was sent by Mo Xiaomiao, reminding myself not to forget her birthday.

Zhao Ziyue shook her head and smiled helplessly. This elf and weird little girl.

When I opened the thermos, it was pork bone soup or warm. I couldn't tell when Xiaomiao was so careful. It was probably Aunt Yang who asked her to send it.

After drinking half a pound of wine, Zhao Ziyue's throat was dry and she was about to find water to drink it. Tian Jiang pork bone soup, the old man who bought the cake was really understanding. He solved the bone loss soup in just a few seconds, brushed his teeth, washed his face and rinsed his mouth, and sighed, "My brother has been in such a long time, but he still warmed his bed for himself. It's so sad!"
Chapter completed!