"Mingze, can you help me delay Xie Yuzhou for a while?"
Fu Mingze followed his gaze and at first only saw Jian Huayao and didn't understand what he meant.
It wasn't until Meng Fuguang raised his head that he realized that the face was familiar even through the sunglasses.
"Jian Yao, are you crazy?"
He had waited for her silently for so many years, only to receive her marriage news. Now she had been married to Xie Yuzhou for four years, why was he taking action?
Jian Yao still smiled gently, making it impossible to tell his emotions. "Please."
Jian Yao has always been a very law-abiding person. Even when he was pursuing Meng Fuguang before, he was open and honest, without any entanglement or disturbance.
Why are you so bold now?
"It's been so many years, why do you still miss her so much?"
Jian Yao naturally couldn't tell Meng Fuguang that he wanted a divorce.
"Xie Yuzhou is not worthy of her."
Fu Mingze naturally knew that Meng Fuguang had liked Xie Yuzhou for many years, and that Xie Yuzhou and Song Zhiqing were not clear. He knew what Jian Yao meant, and although he did not agree, he still wanted to help his brother.
"I'll go to the door and drag him away. You hurry up."
"Thank you." Jian Yao smiled gently.
He and Xie Yuzhou were not familiar with each other, and today they were just meeting up here for a social gathering with mutual friends.
Jian Yao has never liked such occasions. If Fu Mingze hadn't insisted on dragging him along, he usually wouldn't come to such places.
His eyes were still on Meng Fuguang. He pushed through the crowd and walked towards the drunk woman.
As a result, the next second, Meng Fuguang suddenly ran out.
She was wearing a halterneck pink sash with a white fur coat on the outside, a pair of denim shorts, and a pair of over-the-knee boots.
I don't know what she saw, but she trotted straight ahead.
"Bang!"
Meng Fuguang stretched out her leg and swept, and a man was tripped by her and fell backwards onto the sofa behind him.
Fortunately, it was in a corner, and with people moving around on the dance floor, no one noticed what was happening here.
"Meng...are you sick?" Fu Muchen looked at the hotly dressed woman in front of him and almost didn't recognize her.
Considering that both of them were public figures, Fu Muchen swallowed the "Meng Fuguang" that was about to come to his mouth.
Meng Fuguang ignored him, helped Song Zhiqing up from her kneeling position, and questioned her with a stern face, "Are you sick? He splashed wine on you and you knelt down to clean his shoes!"
Otherwise, she would say she hates the heroine, who lives without self and makes a fool of herself for a man.
Kneeling down to clean a man's shoes, is that something a normal person can do?!
Speechless! Is this sister from Stockholm?
"Are you okay?" Song Zhiqing ignored Meng Fuguang and went to see if Fu Muchen had fallen anywhere.
Meng Fuguang was so angry that he kicked the table.
When the red-haired man and the man with earrings saw Meng Fuguang's attitude, they lost all thoughts and quietly retreated to the back.
"You are a grown man, don't you know what is right and wrong?"
Fu Muchen was so angry that he almost laughed, "Isn't this exactly what you want?"
Isn't it what Meng Fuguang wants to force Song Zhiqing away from him? This woman is really a fool.
"Sister-in-law! Don't worry about our affairs..." Song Zhiqing said as she was about to help Fu Muchen. Just as she grabbed his arms with both hands, Fu Muchen shook him violently, and Song Zhiqing lost her balance and fell to the ground.
"The one with the surname Fu!"
Meng Fuguang hated to see men hitting women, and she got angry instantly. She stepped on the sofa beside Fu Muchen and grabbed his collar!
"Drink some horse urine, you are so arrogant. If you dare to hit a woman, I will make sure your life or death is in jeopardy!"
Fu Muchen sat on the sofa, leaning back. Meng Fuguang grabbed his collar tightly, put one foot on the sofa, and looked down at him.
She had her hair tied in a half-high ponytail, and her loose long hair fell on Fu Muchen's face.
Her face was flushed red, and she spoke the spiritual words haltingly and in a coquettish tone.
Fu Muchen didn't know why, but the anger in his heart was extinguished in an instant.
"What, what do you want to do to me, Brother Meng?"
Ouch, you are still provoking me! Meng Fuguang couldn't stand this and pointed his little finger at Fu Muchen's nose.
"Sister-in-law! Don't!" Song Zhiqing got up and was about to come over to stop her, but Fu Muchen glared at her.
Song Zhiqing stood there in a daze.
How could this happen? He obviously hates women getting close to him!
Fu Muchen stared at Meng Fuguang with a playful look, wanting to see what Meng Fuguang could do to him.
Meng Fuguang felt this provocative look and instantly became even angrier.
"If you dare to clip my sisters' wings, Brother Meng will destroy your entire heaven!"
As soon as she finished speaking, the people watching the show couldn't help laughing. Meng Fuguang had cried and gotten drunk before, but she had never been stupid. Even though she wasn't quite sober, she knew that everyone was laughing at her.
She was so angry that she raised her head to hit Fu Muchen's head.
You dare to confront me head-on! My brain is tougher than my life!
Jian Yao, who had just pushed his way through the crowd, frowned when he saw her action.
He rushed over and picked the man up by the waist.
"Sorry, she drank too much."
Fu Muchen was ready to be thrown into her arms, but a narrow-eyed man suddenly appeared in the middle of the road.
What annoyed him most were men like Jian Yao who smiled every day. They looked gentle and decent on the surface, but were actually the most evil people.
Meng Fuguang was still dizzy when Jian Yao put her on the ground. She looked at Jian Yao who had just picked her up and felt that her mind was not working properly.
"Brother Jianzi, why have you grown so tall?"
Jian Huayao was trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.
Jian Yao was almost laughing at her anger, "You've had too much to drink. I'll take you home."
Jian Huayao: So my brother has forgotten me?
"What home are you sending her back to, Lawyer Jian? Is this lady related to you?" Fu Muchen also sat up straight at this time, still looking carefree.
Meng Fuguang can't bear to hear this!
"Who are you with, kid? My dear sister, I'm telling you to be careful. My fists are not made of dough!"
"Puchi!" The people around laughed loudly.
The pretty girl was quite interesting after drinking too much. Some boys secretly wanted to get her contact information, but they were not sure about the relationship between these people and did not dare to act rashly.
Fu Muchen shrugged helplessly. Forget it. Why would he bother with a drunkard?
"Jian Yao, you still can't let go after all these years?" Fu Muchen deliberately raised his voice, "You two are both more disgusting than me."
How many people were insulted by this remark? Everyone has their own opinion.
Only Meng Fuguang, whose mind was in a mess, didn't understand. He went to Jian Yao and asked him, "Hua Yao, is he scolding us?"
Jian Yao helplessly grabbed her arm and said, "Let's go, we'll talk about it when we get back."
He didn't want to argue with Fu Muchen, nor did he bother to argue over a few words.
Meng Fuguang was still thinking about Song Zhiqing at this time. Even if she was drunk, she could not forget that a little girl was humiliated like this.
"Song Zhiqing, let's go. Don't play with the dog."