Chapter 970 Hiding

s; A Qiao Yanmeng originally didn't want to get involved in this mess, but now that things have come to this, all her personal emotions are insignificant.

She, Fang Qingyi and Jian Qiyue lived in a guest room together. The large double bed was big enough for the three of them.

At night, no one could sleep, so Fang Qingyi suggested drinking some wine, which could help with sleep.

Qiao Yanmeng knew exactly what she was thinking.

Soon he asked the servant to bring a few bottles of wine. The wine was not strong enough and had a light fruity aroma, so Jian Qiyue relaxed his guard and drank a large glass at the beginning.

"Not bad." She smiled, hiding the bitterness in her eyes.

"I didn't expect Aunt Jian to have such a good alcohol tolerance. Let's drink more." Qiao Yanmeng raised her glass with a smile.

Three women, one play.

That night, we drank seven bottles of wine. We were all a little dizzy at the end, but it didn't stop us from chatting and talking about everything under the sun.

As they chatted, they turned to Mo Jianye.

Instead of becoming sad and dull, the atmosphere became even more lively.

Because Jian Qiyue stood up directly, standing there, holding a bottle of wine in one hand, with one hand on his waist, and said loudly:

"To tell you the truth, I, Jian Qiyue, look down on Mo Jianye. I never thought he was so cowardly. Instead of actively cooperating with the treatment, his first reaction was to find a place to die quietly by himself. It's too absurd, too absurd!"

Qiao Yanmeng was also a little dazed. She smiled innocently when she heard this. "Aunt Jian, maybe he just doesn't want you to see his embarrassment. He is a person who cherishes the people he cares about. In fact, he is very nice to you..."

"I don't believe it." Jian Qiyue sneered and slumped down on the sofa. "If he cared about me, why would he still be like that and not say a single unnecessary word to me?"

Qiao Yanmeng choked.

Fang Qingyi added in time: "He doesn't dare. It has come to this. No matter how much he says, it will only cause more trouble. Why not hide his thoughts and take them underground?"

She was right, this was exactly what Mo Jianye thought.

Jian Qiyue was so angry that she threw the bottle to the ground. "You two are so outstanding, how could you have such a timid father? Does he think he is noble? Does he think this is good for us? It's ridiculous."

After saying that, she stood up again, holding on to the sofa, as if she had made up her mind.

"Aunt Jian, don't be impulsive. Since Dad doesn't want to say more, let's just let him be, okay?" Qiao Yanmeng supported Jian Qiyue and barely controlled her. "After all, Dad has his own considerations."

"Don't pull me." Jian Qiyue seemed to be drunk and daring. He pushed Qiao Yanmeng away and staggered towards the door.

"I'd like to ask him what's going on in his head that makes him so angry."

After saying that, he burped loudly.

Sisters Qiao Yanmeng followed quickly, but not too closely, as they also wanted to watch the excitement and enjoy the show.

Jian Qiyue walked all the way to the door of Mo Jianye's room and knocked, "Open the door, open the door, Mo Jianye, it's me, I have something to ask you."

Mo Jianye was still awake, and opened the door the moment he heard the noise.

Jian Qiyue was seen standing there somewhat awkwardly, with a dazed look in his eyes, a layer of red on his face, and he reeked of alcohol.

"Have you been drinking?" Mo Jianye couldn't help but frown. It was already past twelve o'clock. What was going on with her?

"Mo Jianye, tell me, did you take your medicine on time today? Did you miss it? Did you cooperate seriously with the psychiatrist's instructions just now? Did you..." Halfway through her words, Jian Qiyue suddenly bent down, feeling a tight pain in her stomach.