Wen Xin was top-heavy, but she could still hear the voice clearly. However, her brain was a little out of control. When her body staggered and fell backward, Zhan Yang quickly held her waist with quick eyes and hands, and Mo Sijue's cold and handsome face changed.
There was a brilliant smile.
"Today is Miss Yin's birthday party, don't ruin the party!"
Even though he was smiling, the words coming out of his thin lips were full of force, and no one could resist.
Hearing the protection in Mo Sijue's words, Yin Yunxuan snuggled next to him, with admiration and appreciation in her eyes that couldn't be hidden.
"Xin'er, are you okay?" Qiao Lin looked at Wen Xin's pale face, pressing her heart with one hand, her face was tangled in pain, and she immediately panicked.
Yin Zhenghao and Wen Suxin, who were greeting the guests, heard the sound and rushed over. When they saw Wen Xin drunkenly leaning on Zhan Yang's shoulders, Wen Suxin had a little reproach in her eyes.
Tonight's banquet is also a well-intentioned design by Yin Zhenghao, allowing Yin Yunxuan to get to know some outstanding young talents with status, and the arrival of Mo Sijue will make Yin Jiapeng's life bright!
Wen Xin was hurt by the indifferent expression on Wen Suxin's face. When she saw her considerate care for Yin Yunxuan, she just felt her heart hurt even more!
"No, it's okay... I want to leave first..." Wen Xin tried her best to stand up straight and didn't want to cling to Zhan Yang. Qiao Lin quickly reached out to support her. Seeing that she was in a bad state, she knew that she was not helping.
"I'm sorry, Uncle Yin..." Wen Xin stumbled and bowed to the serious-looking Yin Zhenghao, then turned to Yin Yunxuan, who was standing next to Mo Sijue, and said, "Sister, happy birthday!"
Then Qiao Lin dragged her out of the hall, ignoring the noisy and discursive looks from those around her.
"Xin'er, I'll take you back!" Zhan Yang then chased them out and ran in front of them. There were large beads of sweat on Wen Wen's forehead, and the hand that was originally pressing on the heart was also struggling.
"Are you stupid? What did you do with that bottle of wine? Even if the Crown Prince rejects you, we can still deny Shen Ren. You have a bad heart and you drank so much. Are you feeling uncomfortable? Let's go to the hospital...
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Qiao Lin touched her forehead and felt that her body temperature was a little low. Under the bright moonlight, Wen Wenxin's whole face had no blood at all and was a bit ferocious in color. She leaned her head on Qiao Lin's shoulder and spoke with a hint of blood in her voice.
She looked up and murmured, "Linlin, it hurts..."
She didn't know whether it was heartache or heartache. Wen Xin closed her eyes. Only now could she feel the strong force of the liquor. She felt so uncomfortable...
"Zhanyang, hurry up and bring the car!" Qiao Lin anxiously urged the man who was already walking towards the parking space. Wen Wenxin stood covering her mouth uncomfortably, then squatted on the roadside and vomited.
This night was simply terrible. Wen Xin blinked hard and swallowed back the sourness in her eyes. Just when she finished vomiting and wanted to stand up, a cluster of black shadows suddenly appeared in front of her.
Her body was pulled up forcefully, and Wen Xin felt aggrieved. When she saw the culprit in front of her, she kicked and hit her, attacking like a wounded animal.
"It seems that you are not drunk, and you still have the strength to do it..." The man's laughter was low and sweet. He leaned over and suddenly picked Wenxin up in his arms. The red Maybach had stopped in front of him on time.
"Mo Sijue, let go, I won't take your car!" Wen Xin was a little drunk, but still sober. Her breath was filled with the scent of mint from the man, and her body was struggling to escape.
This evil man didn't help her just now. What does it mean now?