The guests then looked at each other in bewilderment. The male protagonist had run away from the wedding. Should they eat the meal or not?
Mr. Shen and Mr. Su almost got into a fight.
In the end, he had no choice but to clean up the mess left by Shen Xuzhou.
Jiang Yunzhi leisurely sipped her champagne. She knew that the male and female leads would get back together; the prodigal son's return may be late, but it will come eventually.
Then, I drank too much.
The alcohol hit my head, and I felt dizzy and my limbs felt weak.
Yan Wenjing helped her up.
Jiang Yunzhi staggered and almost fell to the side.
The man put his arm around her shoulder.
That stubborn man, all he ever does is drink. He's gotten himself into trouble for drinking.
You can't rely on big shots, or you'll lose millions of pocket money.
Jiang Yunzhi stood at attention, controlled her breathing, and slowly said, "I can walk by myself."
"Okay." Yan Wenjing slowly and deliberately released his hand.
Her eyes were glazed with drunkenness, and she stumbled along, her gait somewhat comical.
Yan Wenjing followed behind with a smile.
Jiang Yunzhi's cheeks were flushed, and her neck was also rosy, like a delicate and beautiful rose.
Unfortunately, it was a drunken rose.
"There are steps ahead," the man warned.
Several seconds too late, Jiang Yunzhi realized what was happening, but it was too late. She lost her footing and fell forward.
Just before she made intimate contact with the ground, a large, cold hand wrapped around her waist.
The hand at his waist, with its prominent veins on the back, exuded power.
Such beautiful hands.
Jiang Yunzhi felt dizzy.
The next second, Yan Wenjing picked the person up and carried them horizontally.
What happened? How did she suddenly fly up?
Jiang Yunzhi instinctively hooked her arm around Yan Wenjing's neck, chuckled softly, and said, "Wuhu, take off~"
Her voice was soft, with a drawn-out ending and a slight hook.
The tapping on the man's eardrum sent a tingling, numbing sensation through him.
With a "smack," Jiang Yunzhi buried her head in the man's neck.
Yan Wenjing stiffened slightly, but continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.
When he has no expression, the oppressive feeling of a superior immediately becomes apparent.
People around quickly made way for them.
Everyone was stunned.
The powerful and dangerous man in charge of the Yan family actually brought his wife home with him.
Many celebrities and heiresses present were sulking.
What happened to the aloof and indifferent attitude? What happened to the "keep away" attitude? What happened to the arranged marriage with a wealthy family?
At this moment, I really wish I could be Jiang Yunzhi!
Are you tired of lying in Yan Jie's warm embrace? Let them lie down for a while, okay?
...
"Sir, is Madam drunk?"
When Butler Chen saw the scene before him, his years of composure almost crumbled.
The man actually brought his wife back in his arms.
The posture was too intimate; it wasn't like the gentleman's style.
Yan Wenjing's shirt was slightly disheveled, and his tie was loose, revealing his collarbone.
"Yes, she drank too much. Go make some hangover soup."
Steward Chen accepted the order.
He knew that Jiang Yunzhi was vibrant and unique, innocent and passionate; she was like a flame, and also like a beautiful rose.
Those who get close to her are infected by her optimism and happiness.
However, a wife is from a completely different world than her husband.
Perhaps the arrival of such an outsider into the cold world of the master has aroused his interest, but Butler Chen is not sure how long such interest can last.
In the bedroom.
Jiang Yunzhi leaned against the headboard, unusually docile and quiet, her eyelashes fluttering.
Yan Wenjing rolled up his sleeves, went into the bathroom, and came out a while later with a wet handkerchief in his hand.
The man walked to the bedside, bent down, and rested one hand on the headboard, his pupils reflecting her flushed face.
"Close your eyes."
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