Everything on the table was knocked over to the ground by her, and her whole body twitched violently.

When Ji Ziyuan realized something was wrong and let go of her, Ruan Yan hurriedly got out of the water and collapsed on the ground. Her whole face was as white as a dead person, her face and hair were all wet, and she was trembling all over.

She used to be thorny all the time, but now her face and eyes were full of fear, as if she had just experienced the most terrifying thing in the world.

Ji Ziyuan's body froze.

This was the first time he saw Ruan Yan acting gloomy.

It was as if the shell that had been covering her body had been peeled off.

And finally revealed her true appearance.

He reached out to help her.

But after Ruan Yan shrank away, he stood up and stumbled out.

When Ji Ziyuan chased her out, he found that she didn't take anything and left with disheveled hair.

Not even asking for a mobile phone or a bag.’

Even Lin Fanyue was left there.

Ji Ziyuan really didn't expect this.

He just wanted to wake her up with water and even teach her a lesson.

As for this, is it that scary?

He took out a cigarette and lit it impatiently.

The bartender at the bar carefully mixed him a glass of wine and handed it over and asked, "Where's Miss Ruan? I ran out of potion just now. Her wound needs to be disinfected."

"Why, I'm attracted to her." Ji Ziyuan's cold eyes swept over her.

The bartender shuddered and said quickly: "No, no, no, Miss Ruan's status is beyond the reach of people like us. It's just that she just crushed a wine glass here. This is our responsibility at the bar."

"Crush it?" Ji Ziyuan was stunned and thought of the wound on Ruan Yan's hand, but he never expected it to be injured like this.

Huo Xu has done this kind of thing before, but not many women would do it.

"Yes, Miss Ruan is very tolerant. She didn't even squeak when the glass was pierced in her hand," the bartender said.

"Why did she crush it?" Ji Ziyuan took a puff of cigarette and asked.

"...I don't know." The bartender was speechless. Who knows about this kind of thing?

After Ji Ziyuan finished smoking a cigarette silently, he glanced at Lin Fanyue and wondered who should be notified to pick her up.

In the past, I could find Song Rong, but now I'm afraid I can't.

Why don't you find Jiang Qingxin?

Just as he was about to make a call, Lin Fanyue's cell phone on the bar rang. It was Song Qingrui calling.

Ji Ziyuan simply answered, "Lin Fanyue got drunk in the club. Come and take her back to the Presidential Palace."

Song Qingrui was stunned, "Brother Ziyuan, why are you with her?"

"I met him by chance." Ji Ziyuan reported his address.

In less than half an hour, Song Qingrui came over.

"It came very quickly." Ji Ziyuan flicked the ashes from his cigarette, his eyes unclear.

"Brother Ziyuan, thank you for your hard work." Song Qingrui did not answer his question directly, but smiled gently. He walked to Lin Fanyue and found that she was already drunk and lying motionless on the table.

He frowned, remembering that she was not this drunk last time, "Brother Ziyuan, how much alcohol did she drink?"

"I don't know." Ji Ziyuan said and looked at the bartender.

The bartender hurriedly said: "Ms. Lin drank four bottles by herself."

Song Qingrui twitched the corner of his mouth and took out his mobile phone, "How much is it."


Chapter completed!