Song Shaoyan didn't know where his temper came from, so he stepped over and lifted the tablecloth with force!

He grabbed Ning An's wrist tightly and dragged her out.

"Who are you? What are you doing..." Ning An was too drunk and refused to move. He desperately grabbed the sofa and moved back.

Her cheeks were red and she was so drunk that she saw double images of everyone she looked at.

"Ning'an, take a good look at who I am!" Song Shaoyan pinched her neck.

"Who are you? I don't know you. I don't know you. I haven't heard my story yet...I'm going to call someone! Help! There are, there are, there are gangsters..." Her voice lowered, very serious

Wronged.

Song Shaoyan had never seen such a drunk Ning An, and he was so angry that he almost cursed.

He suppressed his anger and his eyes burned red.

"Take a good look!" Song Shaoyan said with a cold face, opened a bottle of mineral water and poured it on Ning An's face.

Stimulated by the cold water, Ning An shook his head and shook off the water droplets on his face.

She looked at Song Shaoyan with wide eyes.

I didn't make a sound for a long, long time.

"Do you see clearly? Ning An, who am I?" Song Shaoyan raised her chin, forcing her to look at him.

Ning An, with water droplets on his face, had messy hair and dark and lonely eyes.

She looked left and right and said in a daze: "You... you look a bit like that big star..."

Song Shaoyan was so angry that he poured mineral water on her face again!

"Take a good look! Ning'an, who the hell am I!"

With a start, Ning An opened his eyes wide and stared at Song Shaoyan.

She just stared at him.

After looking at it for a long time, she cried "Wow" and felt very aggrieved: "Why do you look so similar to that bastard... That bastard is like this... This is what he looks like..."

Song Shaoyan: "..."

"That bastard's surname is Song, what's your surname..." Ning An raised her head and looked at him.

Wet hair hung down on her forehead and cheeks, and her vacant eyes were dull and lackluster.

"Why are you like him? If you can't imitate anyone else, imitate him... His hair is cut the same as his... Really..." Ning An squinted his eyes, stood on tiptoes, and rubbed his face, "Others

His character is very poor, extremely poor. If you are not good at imitating someone, you should imitate him..."

Song Shaoyan's face was so gloomy that he wanted to tear Ning An apart.

The light shone on his angry face, and his eyes were bloodshot.

Ning An suddenly patted his face with his hand, squeezed it again, and smiled——

"Your skin is better than his, and your appearance is better than his... But you don't want to look like him, he is a bad embryo, a bad embryo..."

"Ning'an, is that enough?" Song Shaoyan's eyes were red and he was furious.

"Why are you yelling at me? I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you yelling at me? Do you know that girls are very fragile and cannot yell or..."

"Don't embarrass me." Song Shaoyan looked solemn, grabbed her hand, and dragged her out.

"Let go, let go, good times, good times..."

Ye Jiaqi was chatting happily with his little brother, holding his chin and looking at him with admiration and fascination.

Ning An refused to leave and grabbed the sofa with great force.

Song Shaoyan opened her fingers, picked her up with a strong force, and walked out of the bar.

It was raining outside, and Song Shaoyan didn't hold an umbrella.

Ning An punched and kicked him, and one of his high heels fell off.
Chapter completed!