Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

  Two hours later, Si Chen was already drinking and lying down.

   Lin Anxin’s name was whispered in pain.

   The arrogant and stern man held up the wine glass blankly, and poured himself another glass. After taking a sip, he picked up the cell phone that the drunk had left behind, found out Lin Anxin's phone number, and made a call.

  No answer for the first time.

  He patiently beat it a second time.

  I picked it up this time.

  "On the second floor of Xiting Clubhouse, I don’t want to see him die here, so I’ll pick up people!" Simple and rude.

  After speaking, he hung up the phone and threw the phone back to the drunk person.

  After finishing the whole bottle of red wine, he instructed the staff on the side, "Look at him."

   Then got up, and walked away without looking back.

  Huo Yi, who was downstairs, waited for a long time. Seeing him come down, he immediately greeted him, "My Lord."

  As soon as he approached, he smelled the strong scent of alcohol on the man’s body. He couldn’t help frowning, and asked anxiously, "Lord, have you been drinking?"

  Lord Sir Alex hasn’t eaten much in the past few days, his stomach is already fragile and supported by stomach medicine.

   Drinking at this time is undoubtedly self-abuse!

  Li Beijue is self-abuse, the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach completely suppresses the uncomfortableness in his heart. His dark eyes seem to be sober and drunk. The brows were twisted together because of the discomfort of the stomach, and the thin lips gave a low benevolence, which was regarded as an answer.

  Huo Yi saw that his lips were pale, and he didn't talk any more nonsense, and quickly opened the door for him, "My lord, get in the car."

  Li Beijue leaned over the car.

  The car drove to the hotel smoothly.

  Along the way, the men sitting in the back row were all playing with their mobile phones. Several times their fingers touched the only name in the address book and slid away.

  The strength of red wine is not when it is first drunk, but only slowly afterwards.

  His temples buzzed like bulging.

**** it!

  Li Beijue pressed his swollen temples, and the abdomen and stomach were also aching as if they were disturbed. A thin layer of sweat overflowed on his forehead, his thin lips pressed tightly, and he stared at the phone without saying a word, as if he was about to stare at the name on the phone.

  Chi Enen.

  Chi Enen.

  Chi Enen.

  Damn it, Ji Eun is all in his head. Her name, her face, her voice. Every cell in the body is clamoring to see her, to enter her body, to prove that she is still his!

  He pressed his thin lips too hard, and the smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth.

  He squeezed the phone tightly, as if only in this way could he control his terrifying possessiveness a little bit.

  Who said it’s okay to break up two people?

  Who said that after breaking up, he can’t care whether she has a new relationship or not!

  Even if he broke up with Ji Eun Eun, Ji Eun Eun is also his!

  The irritable mood that had been frustrated for several days seemed to have found a breakthrough. He tightened the corner of his mouth, and his eagle eyes were full of paranoia.

Correct!

  Even if they broke up, Chi Eun is also his!

  He looked down at the phone number again, moved his finger, and dialed out of course.

   "Beep..."

  The alcohol in the red wine has all been volatilized in the blood.

   Li Beijue's eyes were blurred, but his thin lips were tightened. He would rather taste the smell of blood than stubbornly make the call.

   "Beep..."

  His brows tightened. The stomach is also cold and painful.

   Just when the phone was about to hang up, the people over there finally picked up the phone——