Stop There, Daddy

Chang Ning’s face was red as he yelled. He didn’t want to match his appearance at all. He frightened the men and women around him and stared at the pair of beautiful women who were untouchable but their behavior was beyond ordinary people’s imagination.

Wen Shuyue downed one glass after another, unlike Chang Ning who just yelled not to drink. This was all because she felt depressed. She didn’t care if Chang Ning really drank or fake, she just drank one glass after another.

Chang Ning stared at Wen Shuyue’s quick drink and stared at her. He was dumbfounded for a moment, then quickly grabbed her hand, holding the glass of wine, and it is beyond logic and above reason said, “I’m saying Shuyue, you can’t do this. If you say it, you don’t have to use alcohol to numb yourself.”

Wen Shuyue didn’t listen. She pushed Chang Ning’s hand away and continued to pour it.

What was wrong with her? On the other hand, she was a mother she couldn’t understand. On the other hand, there was the unfound truth. On the other hand, there was a headache-inducing He Siming, and the He Siming who made her The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak the most.

When she thought about He Siming, Wen Shuyue felt even more depressed than before. What did she do to make him say that in front of the reporters, he might just be playing with him? Because he didn’t have much excellence to begin with.

Chang Ning sighed in his heart that the “heartbroken” woman really didn’t blow up. Alright, in that case, I could only sacrifice my life to accompany the woman.

Chang Ning held the glass in his hand and prepared to drink his a murky sky over a dark earth with Wen Shuyue.

The be inopportune or inappropriate shook and Chang Ning picked up the phone without even looking at the number on the screen. “Hello, who’s it? Don’t disturb me to drink.”

After a while, Chang Ning hung up the phone. Seeing as Wen Shuyue had almost finished drinking, her heart was tangled. Someone was looking for her, so she had to go, so she had to take the bottle of oil with her.

“Shunyue, don’t drink here. Sis will take you somewhere else to drink,” Chang Ning grabbed Wen Shuyue’s slender and fair arm and stared at her groggy little face.

“No, I’m just here to drink… Don’t pull me, give me wine, I want toe..” Wen Shuyue mumbled unhappily and mercilessly patted Chang Ning’s little white hand with her other hand.

Chang Ning pulled back his hand and mercilessly patted Wen Shuyue’s flawless face. in a threatening manner said, “Sister will take you away now. If you don’t leave, don’t blame me for not caring about you.”

“…” The answer was the beautiful scene where Wen Shuyue picked up a glass of wine and drank.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Chang Ning sighed in his heart. Then he got up, grabbed his phone, and shook himself to make the woman envious, making the man’s red waist dizzy.

Wen Shuyue drank more devote oneself heart and soul to and had no other thoughts. She was immersed in the chilliness of the alcohol and asked for lead a befuddled life as if drunk or in a dream.

It wasn’t until they were stunned that the store manager started to drive them out.

“Miss.” The store manager was happy and melancholic when he saw the crowd of wine bottles in front of him. He was happy that he had earned a lot of money, but the melancholy was that who could now have this God?

The store manager made up his mind and continued, “Miss, this shop is already closed. Do you think you should pay the bill and go home to sleep?”

Wen Shuyue, who had already drank mud, only heard the sound of the flies buzzing. She waved impatiently, “Go away, annoying flies.” As she said this, she took an empty glass and gave it to her mouth.

The manager’s mouth twitched and he noticed Wen Shuyue’s phone with his sharp eyes. His eyes lit up, ignoring the first contact he made to “God”.

“Hey..” Just as the store manager said a word, she felt a hint of chilliness coming from the other end of the phone. She couldn’t help but shiver as she sped up her conversation.

“Hello, sir, it’s like this. There’s a lady in our store. This is her phone and you’re her first contact. So, no matter what, can you pick up this lady?”

After she said this, the store manager felt the chilliness grew heavier. in a blue funk waited for the other person’s reply. Just when she thought the phone had hung up, the person replied coldly, “Mhm.”

Within a quarter of an hour, the store manager saw the powerful man on the phone. He was handsome, cold, tall, and exquisite.

“Hello, Mr. He Siming?” Before the manager could finish, he stared blankly at the man entering the door, hugging him, going out, and getting into the car.

“Damn the fly, why are you back? How annoying…” Wen Shuyue felt itchy at her waist. She thought the fly was back and slapped her.

He Siming’s face turned darker. How could he not know that this woman could make such a fuss?

Having settled Wen Shuyue down, He Siming looked at her quietly. She had a complicated expression and looked quite clever. Why was she so confused when she met her?

The car drove in the city of scene of debauchery. The black shadow of the tree became a reverse belt and no one was left behind.

“Ming.” He Siming, who was in the entrance to change his shoes, heard Wen Shuyue’s soft voice. He sighed in his heart and stroked her delicate red face.

Her delicate eyebrows were gently tangled together. Because Wen Shuyue’s mouth became red when she drank, it was better than someone else’s lipstick. Her faint snoring sounded like an invitation.

He Siming approached slowly. Suddenly, Wen Shuyue looked pained. He Siming’s gloomy face was covered with dark clouds. He quickly distanced himself from Wen Shuyue, but… he was inevitably vomited.

“Damn woman,” He Siming cursed softly. He carried Wen Shuyue into the bathroom, threw her aside and took a shower himself.

Wen Shuyue stood up with the wall in a daze, holding the sink and vomiting.

“He Siming, you bastard!” Wen Shuyue was about to vomit. She woke up a little and her spirit came to her senses. She looked for He Siming and scolded him as she walked.

When she opened the bathroom door, the misty bathroom made Wen Shuyue feel even more dizzy. She didn’t pay attention to slipping her feet and wanted to fall backwards. In a moment of crisis, He Siming reached out and grabbed her, pulled her and herself in and closed the door.

When she touched her familiar chest, Wen Shuyue got motivated. She poked He Siming’s chest and said, “You are too much. Can’t you think about girls ‘thoughts?” I’m already like that, yet you still haven’t taken the initiative to coax me… “As she said this, she pouted and looked wronged.

He Siming raised an eyebrow. Was this his fault?

Wen Shuyue, who didn’t know her situation, blamed, “You don’t reflect on yourself. Why are you always angry?”