those days.

Shen Jing waited for the final payment from the plastic surgery hospital and found Luo Yuanping.

Luo Yuanping’s crazy critic didn’t ask for a cent.

In the nightclub, the lights in the center of the dance floor are colorful.

Luo Yuanping hugged the beautiful woman on his left and right, as well as his friends who had good fun with each other in the past.

Most of them had drunk too much, and they saw Shen Jing drinking like a sister-in-law.

People like Luo Yuanping like to go to bars and nightclubs to have fun.

In the noisy environment, Luo Yuanping pointed to a row of wine on the table: "After you drink the wine, I will accept the money and the household registration book will be returned to you."

Shen Jing stood straight on the spot, "I don't know how to drink."

The first time she drank was the night she had the courage to hook up with Zhou Lüchen.

"Where did your money come from? If you borrow it from others, just pay it back. I'm not short of money." Luo Yuanping didn't look at her and was very angry.

Shen Jing tightened the strap of the bag on her shoulder, "I want Feng Jian's household registration book."

Luo Yuanping looked at her with a fierce glare.

"Give me the wine if you drink it."

Shen Jing looked down at the golden liquid and said, "One cup."

Luo Yuanping pushed away the beautiful woman in his arms, took out his household registration book from his coat pocket and threw it on the table, "Two bottles."

There were boos all around.

"Sister-in-law, have a few sips and see if you get drunk. Brother Ping will take you home."

Shen Jing turned a deaf ear, bent down, picked up the wine glass, closed her eyes and drank it all in one gulp.

It was bitter and spicy, and she burst into tears.

Luo Yuanping couldn't bear to see her looking like she was on the verge of tears. It was as if it was piercing her heart and she was reaching out to take it away.

Shen Jing dodged and continued drinking her second cup.

Luo Yuanping gritted his teeth and his eyes turned red, "Ah Jing!"

She raised the back of her hand and gently wiped the wine stains from the corner of her mouth, "Household registration book."

When Luo Yuanping learned that Feng Jian had such a beautiful girl, he felt very itchy every time he saw her. "Isn't that okay? I just want to marry you and bring you back home, nothing else."

Yes, Feng Jian secretly orally fixed her marriage, which was naturally disgraceful. Feng Jian verbally said that the debt he owed was the betrothal gift.

Shen Jing pointed this out to Luo Yuanping.

Even the household registration booklet was given to Luo Yuanping.

Shen Jing really couldn't drink two bottles of wine, one and a half, and she was already swaying on the wall, almost bumping into the handsome young men and beauties who were having fun.

She was even scolded, but she didn't hear the scolding, and her head was buzzing.

Luo Yuanping followed behind her.

He is afraid that something will happen to her alone, if he gets drunk, she will get drunk too.

There were no taxis nearby and he couldn't drive himself.

It's two o'clock in the morning in Shanghai. At this time, all the people passing by on this road are sports cars, and there are nightclubs nearby.

Shanghai is often accompanied by dissipation and dissipation, and it becomes even more obvious late at night.

A couple was passing by hand in hand. They were crossing the road. The man immediately knelt down and carried his girlfriend on his back. It was a sweet attack.

Overwhelmed by alcohol, Shen Jing's nose felt terribly sore when she saw this scene.

I have never been in love in this life.

I was so drunk that my legs were weak, so it turned out that I could let my boyfriend carry me across the road.

She couldn't help it. She squatted down and rummaged through her bag to find her cell phone. She pouted and muttered, "What does giving 3 million mean? What does Zhou Lüchen mean?"

The more I talk, the more I feel aggrieved.

Shen Jing looked for Xing Fei, but she fell asleep and didn't answer.

I accidentally clicked into the recent chat.

The person on the other end of the WeChat video is Chen Yao.

Naturally, Chen Yao wouldn't hang out in places like nightclubs. He was partying in a private villa and watching the stock market.

She couldn't see Chen Yao's face clearly, and at one point she mistakenly thought he was Xing Fei, "Why don't you answer my call?"

The more I thought about it, the more I felt aggrieved, my eyes were spinning, and tears were dripping on the screen of my mobile phone.

Chen Yao froze.

Chen Yao looked aside again.

Zhou Lüchen, who was playing cards with a beautiful woman, was in a wild and romantic manner.

Chen Yao straightened his back instantly.
Chapter completed!