The First Spoiled Marriage: Mr.Gu, No Way!

"Niannian, how are you?" Feng Yan passed by and gently pushed Xia Yinian's arm.

"Third young master, just now I made a toast to... Seventh master. It seems that I'm very drunk." yuan Yayin looked at Feng Yan and whispered.

She promised Niannian that they were just ordinary friends outside and could not have too much physical contact.

Just now there were two or three minutes. Yuan Yayin looked at the drunken Xia Yinian and didn't know what to do.

Fortunately, the third young master came, and she was relieved at last.

Feng Yan nodded to Shangyuan Yayin's line of sight.

His simple behavior is really appropriate to his gentleness.

There are also many attractive places to seal the third young master of the family, but yuan Yayin has only one male god in her heart, that is the seventh master, which may not change in her life.

Therefore, for Feng Yan's eyes, she just pursed her lips, and there was nothing else.

Feng Yan didn't care too much. He stretched out his big palm and poked away Xia Yinian's long hair. He bent down directly and picked up the drunk girl horizontally.

"Touch me! I said, don't touch me!" the confused girl hit Feng Yan's chest with a "pa".

Xia Yinian's actions may be disliked by many women.

She beat up such a perfect man as Feng sanshao.

However, the man holding her walked out without saying a word.

"Yu Wanqing, you hypocritical woman! Did you deliberately push me? I fought with you!"

As soon as the words fell, Xia Yinian shook his hand.

If Feng Yan hadn't reacted quickly and turned his face immediately, he was just afraid that he would have been dumped by her.

"San Shao, miss Niannian, what's wrong with her?" Tianxing, who hurriedly approached, just saw this scene.

"Drunk, go home first." Feng Yan responded softly.

In fact, usually half a glass of wine should not be drunk, but this girl is really in bad health recently.

Wine and fatigue, can you not get drunk?

"OK." Tianxing immediately went over and pressed the elevator button.

Xia Yinian doesn't know where she is. It seems that someone is holding her. Sometimes she doesn't feel very like it. It's like she's floating in the clouds.

When he got on the bus, Feng Yan pulled a pillow and blanket and asked Xia Yinian to lie down on his side.

Fasten her seat belt and he goes back to the co driver's seat and gets on the bus.

All of a sudden, I felt that the space was larger. Xia Yinian gave a cry, moved his body, found a comfortable posture, and seemed to sleep again.

I don't know how long later, there was some movement from the people behind.

"No! That's not the case. Sister chuxue set me up tonight. She asked some men to destroy me."

"Grandpa, it's not like this..." the girl in the back seat was suddenly a little excited.

"I didn't... I was still clean. I escaped. Those people didn't... Touch me, Dad. Don't you believe in reading?"

After the last sentence, the girl's voice stopped.

She... Seems to be crying, silent crying.

Through the rearview mirror, Feng Yan saw only Xia Yinian's small hand.

Originally, the five fingers, which were somewhat pale, held together tightly, and the finger joints were so white that they didn't even have any blood color.

Her sadness and her unwillingness made the two men in front feel true.

But why did she say that miss chuxue asked someone to hurt her? Early summer snow, is it really so bad?

Tianxing boldly asked, "San Shao... You said Miss chuxue, would she really frame her sister like this?"