Dingdong, Mr.Yan spoils wife crazily online!

The script director made a small adjustment, which may be different from the previous one.

Sighed. She secretly hoped that Lu Qiumeng would see it, otherwise

Shaking her head, Liu Yihong followed Lu Qiumeng out of the lounge.

Late at night, the whole city was shrouded in a dark blue sky. The moon poured bright light through the gap of clouds, dotted with stars.

A villa in the suburbs.

"Bang."

The door of the villa is open.

A shadow appeared at the door.

The figure stumbled and stood unsteadily.

"People, people!" Yan Xingyu looked drunk and vomited a breath of wine.

He stumbled into the hall reluctantly holding the wall.

The hall was dark and silent.

In the dark, Yan Xingyu narrowed his drunken eyes and tried to see the road clearly.

"En! Shit! It hurts me!" Yan Xingyu cursed as he walked in the dark and bumped into something accidentally.

The pain woke him up a little.

Noticing that he was in the dark, he was angry and shouted, "where are the people!"

After shouting for a long time, no one came out. He cursed and went to find the switch to control the light.

After groping for a long time, I didn't find the lamp. Instead, I tripped over the table.

"Plop!"

Yan Xingyu fell to the ground in a panic.

"Damn it! Where are people and people dead!"

Although the ground was covered with a cashmere blanket, the fall still hurt badly.

He covered his sore leg and couldn't hold his breath.

Soberness is only temporary. Soon, drunkenness sweeps up again.

Yan Xingyu's dizzy brain plans to get up. He often falls when he stands up.

After several attempts, his patience ran out and he simply lay down on the floor and went to sleep.

"Where's the servant!"

After a few rounds, he didn't see the servant or Lu Qiumeng. He kicked the sofa next to him angrily.

The floor in the hall was cluttered with things, and there were remaining fruit stones and cosmetics on the table.

There is also a smell of garbage in the air, mixed with the wine smell of Yan Xingyu. The smell is terrible.

Yan Xingyu was calm and frowned tightly.

Kicking away the garbage at his feet, he sat down on the sofa and took out his cell phone.

Find out Lu Qiumeng's phone number and call him directly.

Looking around, I couldn't find a glass of water.

Yan Xingyu couldn't help getting more angry.

"Doodle doodle..."

No one answered for a long time. Yan Xingyu kicked the table in front of him with a bang.

His eyes were gloomy, and his hand gripping his mobile phone turned white.

I called again. This time, I didn't want to make a few noises and hung up directly.

"Lu Qiumeng! How dare you not answer my phone!" Yan Xingyu didn't expect Lu Qiumeng to be so brave. He was angry for a moment.

Gnashing his teeth, he squeezed out a word from his mouth. He kicked and kicked, and gave vent to it.

After venting, the hall became more messy and messy.

Sitting on the sofa with red eyes, he gasped violently.

Does Lu Qiumeng have any sense of being his woman?

Yan Xingyu's anger rose to the top.

Such a big villa doesn't even have a servant!

Yan Xingyu's face looks even worse when he thinks of the servant.

Picking up the cell phone thrown aside, he called the employer of the villa again.

"Young master..." the maid was a little scared when she received Yan Xingyu's call.

After all, Yan Xingyu has a bad temper and scolds his servants from time to time.

"I don't want to do it or what! I'm not in the villa at this time. Where have you been?" Yan Xingyu was angry and scolded when he answered the phone.

"No, no, young master." the maid listened to the roar in her mobile phone, trembled with fear and quickly denied it.

Yan Xingyu's temper is not very good, but her salary in the villa is very high, and she doesn't want to be dismissed.

The maid explained in a trembling voice, "young master, it was Mrs. Shao who gave us a holiday and said we didn't have to work, so we..."

Otherwise, she wouldn't dare to leave without giving her a hundred courage.

Whether Lu Qiumeng or Yan Xingyu, they can't bear the anger of anyone.

"What did Lu Qiumeng say?!" Yan Xingyu's voice suddenly raised, and his eyes flushed with anger.

He can't wait to call Lu Qiumeng back and ask him.

"Yes, yes, young master." the maid answered timidly, for fear that one might accidentally ignite Yan Xingyu's anger.

After swallowing her saliva, she held back her fear and said the reason, "young lady said she was going out to shoot, so... So let's not work in the villa for the time being."

"If she asks you to have a holiday, you'll have a holiday! Who hired you? Don't you know?" Yan Xingyu vented his anger on the servant.

With a bang, the table was kicked out for another meter, breaking completely with a click.

Yan Xingyu has no time to take this into account. Even if he notices it, he won't take it to heart.

It's just a broken table!

"Young master, I, I'll go back right away." the servant had never seen Yan Xingyu who was so angry, and his eyes turned red.

"Get back in an hour! If you can't see you in the villa in an hour, you can get out completely!" Yan Xingyu looked angry and hung up his cell phone.

Lu Qiumeng filming in other places?

Yan Xingyu recalled that Lu Qiumeng seemed to have an agent.

He frowned and recalled, "what's your name, Liu?"

The brain hurt badly. Yan Xingyu couldn't think of it. He simply called someone to check.

"Check the contact information of Lu Qiumeng's agent."

It seems that Yan Xingyu is in a bad mood. The person opposite the phone speeds up to find out Liu Yihong's contact information.

Ten minutes later, a text message pops up.

The text message is Liu Yihong's name and a string of telephone numbers.

Yan Xingyu immediately dialed, "Hello, Liu Yihong?"

Yan Xingyu's tone is not very good.

Liu Yihong's good voice in front of Lu Qiumeng doesn't mean she has a good temper with a stranger.

A bad tone on the phone, she pulled down her face, "I am, who are you?"

You can say a word in reply. You're welcome at all.

Unexpectedly, she dared to talk to him like that. Yan Xingyu was stunned first.

Then he was furious, "I'm Yan Xingyu!"

Yan Xingyu?

Yan?

Liu Yihong reacted for two seconds.

It's broken!

The sweat on her face slipped down. Liu Yihong raised her smiling face and made a 180 degree change in her attitude.

"It's young master Yan. I'm sorry. I'm deaf and didn't hear it."