What should Song Yan do at that time?

"Don't drink it."

Qiao Muchen looked at Li Beiting and drank constantly after saying this. He didn't know what else he could say except this.

He has said what he should say, too much is too little.

Li Beiting did not hear Qiao Muchen's advice, and still poured wine into his stomach bottle by bottle.

He has a good alcohol tolerance and is still not drunk.

"Where is Song Yan now?"

Qiao Muchen sighed and asked.

"Hospital."

Li Beiting answered almost instantly.

Qiao Muchen picked up the car keys and cell phone, got up and left. He asked the bodyguard to watch Li Beiting here and asked the driver to drive him to the hospital.

In the hospital, Qiao Muchen found Song Yan's ward, but Song Yan woke up not long after.

"Why are you here?"

Song Yan was a little surprised and smiled at Qiao Muchen and asked.

"You are so distressed that Song Cheng sees you like this."

Qiao Muchen entered the door and saw the wound on Song Yan's face, and couldn't bear to say.

"It's all minor injuries. It's often the case when practicing Sanda fractures. Song Cheng has long been used to it."

Song Yan said indifferently.

"What should I do when I get a wedding? How can I be the best bride with my face full of injuries?"

"Qiao Muchen, why are you so sour? You don't look like you at all."

Song Yan got goosebumps when he said it.

"I've been sour all the time, you just haven't noticed it.

Let's take you to have a midnight snack."

Qiao Muchen skipped the topic of the wedding, and let Li Beiting and Song Yan solve this matter themselves in a while.

All he could do was bring Song Yan over.

"I'm not hungry."

Song Yan didn't want to move, she was a little exhausted in the morning, and the quarrel with Li Beiting, she was very physically and mentally tired.

She just slept a night and although she had improved a lot of energy, she was still sleepy and was not in the mood to eat.

So much so that she didn't feel hungry all day long.

Seeing this, Qiao Muchen simply sat down.

Song Yan suddenly smelled the smell of alcohol on Qiao Muchen.

"You've drunk?"

Song Yan frowned.

"It's not just me who drinks, but Brother Ting has also drunk."

Qiao Muchen said nothing.

When Song Yan heard him mention Li Beiting, his eyes darkened and he didn't say anything.

"Song Yan, do you don't like Li Beiting at all?"

Qiao Muchen asked like a close sister.

"What are you talking nonsense?"

"Brother Ting used to coax you. This time you go and coax him. If you don't go, he will probably have stomach bleeding."

"Where is he? Take me over!"

When Song Yan heard this, he immediately got up from the bed, put on his shoes, and grabbed Qiao Muchen and wanted to leave.

"Didn't you go just now?"

Qiao Muchen is not in a hurry.

"You just had a meal at Shu and didn't say that Li Beiting went to drink! You are really good. If you don't watch your brother drink, you will come to me if you have time."

Qiao Muchen: "I don't care about his wife, what's there to worry about, my brother."

"...Didn't I know he'd go drink!"

Song Yan was choked by Qiao Muchen's name and said guiltily.

"He was really hurt by you today. Song Yan, he really cares about you. Some things are hard to say to outsiders.

But since he can like you to the point where the disease occurs, he may have loved you in his bones."

"I understand, you can lead the way."

Song Yan urged Qiao Muchen to leave.

When he arrived at the bar, Qiao Muchen took her to the door of the box: "I won't go in."

Song Yan nodded and entered the private room by himself.

Li Beiting was still drinking, the empty bottle on the table had already occupied half of the table, and the room was filled with alcohol.

Song Yan walked over immediately and quickly took away the bottle from Li Beiting's hand: "Stop drinking."

The lights in the private room were dim. Li Beiting raised his eyes, as if he couldn't see Song Yan clearly. He held Song Yan's face in his palm and came to see her.

Song Yan frowned, and did not break free, allowing him to stare at her and look at his eyes.

After a while, Li Beiting smiled slightly on the corner of his lips: "Song Yan...you are here."

In this second, Li Beiting's handsome face looked like a child, which was like a child that Song Yan had never seen before.

Her heart instantly softened, and the messy thoughts in her mind disappeared.

She raised her hand and grabbed Li Beiting's hand: "Well, I'm here."

"go home?"

Li Beiting's voice was weak and low, a little blurred.

"go home."

Song Yan knew what he was talking about, and she answered with certainty, holding Li Beiting's hand and walking out.

"If you don't leave, my home is here."

Li Beiting's alcohol smell was many times heavier than Qiao Muchen's. He leaned against Song Yan and hugged her and refused to let go.

Song Yan laughed and wrapped his hands around Li Beiting's waist: "Okay, don't leave."

Most of Li Beiting's body was attached to Song Yan. Song Yan supported his body and hugged him quietly, trying to say something, but he felt that Li Beiting might not remember even if he said it at this time, so he said nothing.

After a while, Li Beiting's voice suddenly sounded in her ears, very light and slow, and with a little caution: "Wife, I was wrong..." Song Yan's body suddenly stiffened. She wanted to turn her head to look at Li Beiting, but found that the weight on her body suddenly increased, and a person like a large dog was already asleep.

She moved the person to the sofa and asked the bodyguard to take Li Beiting to the car.

She drove back to the old house and took Li Beiting to the bed in the bedroom with the bodyguard.

Then she took off Li Beiting's clothes, wiped his body, adjusted the temperature of his room, and covered it with a quilt.

After packing everything, she sat by the bed, looked at Li Beiting's sleeping face, and kissed him on the corner of his lips: "Good night."

Song Yan was about to get up, and he pressed the back of her head with one hand, deepening the kiss.

Song Yan was stunned and looked at Li Beiting. Isn’t this guy drunk?

Why can I still kiss her? Is it pretending to be drunk?

Li Beiting closed his eyes, but his hands were extremely skillful. He took Song Yan to the bed and leaned down to her skirt with his big hand.

Song Yan reacted immediately and pressed his wrist with his hand to stop him: "Bi Ting, you are pretending to be drunk!"

"No."

Li Beiting broke away his eyes and looked at Song Yan with clear eyes.

He did drink too much and felt dizzy, but he woke up completely after a night of sleep.

He woke up just now when Song Yan took off his clothes.

"Love."

Song Yan looked at his eyes and didn't believe it at all.

"You woke me up when you took off your clothes, and you woke up here too."

Li Beiting looked innocent and took her hand somewhere.

"rogue!"

Song Yan's face suddenly turned red, and his hands quickly retracted, but Li Beiting grabbed it tightly.

It was obvious that he was taking care of his sleeping behavior very normally, but why was Li Beiting always deviated from the scene? Song Yan blushed and simply buried his head in the pillow.

"Go to sleep."

Li Beiting smiled and let go of her hand, and moved her messy hair back to the back of his head without further action.

"What do you do?"
Chapter completed!