Yan Junhang looked at her without saying a word, frowned, reached out and took out her wine glass and put it aside.
Then, he put his hands on her shoulders, looked at Qian Qianqian's face that was obviously disguised with pain with his deep eyes seriously and solemnly, and whispered:
"Qianqian, believe me, you are different to Shi Jing, and you are different from the other women around her."
"Haha, of course it's different."
Qian Qian smiled slightly and looked up at Yan Junhang, his powerless eyes filled with self-mockery: "Of course I'm different from them, senior, hehe..."
She seemed a little drunk, and she giggled a few times every time she said a word, "Senior, you are right, I am different from those women. They are noble and well-known Shuyuan, and I am just a company."
Orphans and poor girls without parents, how could I be like them, don't you think so, senior?"
Her steps began to stagger gradually, and the alcohol made her feet unsteady. Her hands gently rested on Yan Junhang's shoulders and she stood still. She looked drunk:
"Senior, it's really uncomfortable to feel like someone but not dare to say it out loud..."
She suddenly shed tears in front of Yan Junhang like a child. Her eyes, which were red with alcohol, were decorated with the sparkling tears in her eyes, which made people feel even more distressed.
"Yeah, this feeling is really uncomfortable."
Yan Junhang looked at Qian Qianqian's painful expression and drank to drown his sorrows, and sighed empathetically.
How could he not be like this?
He fell in love with her ten years ago, missed her for another ten years, and returned to China for her ten years later. But within ten years, he completely lost her and gave her to another man.
What's even more ridiculous is that he, Yan Junhang, has always been as confident as a god, but he dare not admit his feelings in front of her.
The feeling of liking someone but not being able to express it.
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Haha, indeed, it feels very uncomfortable.
He reached out and patted Qian Qianqian's shoulder gently, trying to comfort her, but at this moment, Qian Qianqian's body was grabbed over by another stretched out hand.
Looking up, he met Shi Jing's extremely unfriendly and possessive eyes, looking at him with obvious hostility, and his thin lips moved slightly.
There was clearly a hint of anger in those shrewd and evil eyes.
"Ten minutes, I think, is enough. Now, I want to take her home."
After saying that, his cold eyes glanced at the corner of Yan Junhang's smiling mouth, and he leaned Qian Qianqian's head on his shoulder. He lowered his eyebrows and looked at the unexplained pain on her face, feeling a little distressed in his heart.
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The jealousy originally aroused by their ambiguous actions was extinguished by the tears seeping from the corners of her eyes.
"Come on, Qianqian, let's go home, we won't drink anymore."
He whispered in her ear, his voice so gentle that it made people intoxicated. At the same time, Qian Qian, who was leaning in his arms and was extremely drunk, let out a few silly chuckles.
"Haha, go home?"
With a silly smile, she raised her head from Shi Jing's shoulder to look at Shi Jing, grinning, "Well, okay... go back... go home."
After saying that, his head dropped, and he leaned towards Shi Jing's chest, muttering constantly: "Yes, go home, and you can't let those women have any more ideas...