"She gets drunk when she gets drunk."

Qi Yejun frowned, took out a handkerchief to wipe her face, and whispered: "Stop crying."

Ye Weilan pushed his hand away and cried and shrank back: "I don't want to see you, I want Brother Qin Yu..."

Qi Ye's eyes darkened, and there seemed to be a layer of snow falling in the hall, which was so cold.

Tang Xiaochi walked over to help her: "Don't sit on the ground, can we go home?"

"I won't go home!" Ye Weilan resisted fiercely: "I want Brother Qin Yu, I want Brother Qin Yu!"

Tang Xiaochi held his forehead and was drunk in public. The face of this Chinese No. 1 talented woman was lost.

Qi Ye took her little woman up with a dark face, locked her in her arms and walked out.

Lu Shengliang stopped him: "I want to leave after hitting someone, how can I be so cheap?"

Qi Ye glanced at him coldly: "You are ready to return what Lu took away from Ye's things ten times."

Lu Shengliang's back felt cold, and he watched Qi Ye walking out with Ye Weilan in his arms, and Tang Xiaochi followed closely behind.

Only then did Lu Rui dare to walk to Lu Shengliang and trembled with a trembling voice: "Brother, my hands don't feel anything."

...

Ye Weilan cried and made a fuss in Qi Ye's arms, and refused to remain calm.

Tang Xiaochi said: "Mr. Qi, please trouble you. I will take her home now."

"I will send her back," Qi Ye's pace did not stop.

Lingjiu reached out to stop Tang Xiaochi: "Miss Tang, the young master told me to take you back."

"Hey—" Tang Xiaochi naturally could not allow the drunk Ye Weilan to be taken away by a strange man. She stepped forward and wanted to stop him, but was blocked by Lingjiu. Tang Xiaochi's eyes were fierce and he swung his fist. Lingjiu easily grabbed her wrist.

"Miss Tang, you are Miss Ye's friend. I don't want to hurt you, and you don't have to worry. The young master will not hurt Miss Ye."

Tang Xiaochi felt the strength of the hand holding his arm, and was frightened. He could only watch Qi Ye take Ye Weilan into the car and leave.

In the carriage.

The drunk woman muttered in a hoarse voice, "Brother Qin Yu."

I didn't notice that the man holding her was getting heavier and heavier.

Qi Ye raised her chin and stared at her eyes: "Look clearly! Who am I?"

Ye Weilan was unconscious, but she felt dangerous in the hazy way. She shrank and stopped talking with a white face.

This woman is quite sensible in the current affairs.

Seeing her pitiful appearance, Qi Ye felt indescribable in his heart. He just felt so wronged about her?

"Who am I?" His tone softened.

Ye Weilan tilted his head and blinked his eyes.

"Who am I?" Bingliang lips touched her red face.

“…”

"Qi Ye," Qi Ye coaxed: "I am your husband, Qi Ye."

Perhaps he had practiced his actions to deeply embed this name into her mind, and Ye Weilan shook reflexively when he heard these two words: "Qi Ye..."

"I'm so good," Qi Yeqing smiled: "Stop making trouble, I'll take you home now."

"I don't--"

Qi Ye raised his hand to cover her mouth: "Hmm?"

Ye Weilan immediately became obedient.

When he returned to Qi's house, Qi Ye took off all his clothes and wanted to take a shower for her, but when he saw his little wife's white and tender body, the temperature was hot and beautiful crimson because of drinking wine. He hugged her in his arms like holding a piece of warm nephrite.

Qi Ye's eyes instantly darkened.
Chapter completed!