After filing for divorce, the hidden marriage boss panicked

More and more people were watching. Chen Beishu was rejected in public and felt that he had lost face.

Clutching Fu Shuruan's slender wrist bones, he explained to the crowd watching the excitement with a forced smile: "My girlfriend drank too much and was getting angry with me, which made everyone laugh and disperse... .”

Before he finished speaking, a wine bottle flew through the crowd and hit him on the head.

There was a loud 'bang', the wine bottle shattered, and glass shards flew up.

Chen Beishu was caught off guard and received a bottle of wine. Along with his tragic howl, the smell of blood overflowed...

"Where do you want to take her?"

Xiang Chuan pushed aside the crowd, his deep voice seemed to vibrate from his chest, his tone was careless, but his eyes were as sharp as Ling Chi's prey.

Chen Beishu's forehead was bleeding profusely, and the thick smell of blood filled his nose.

He raised his eyes and saw that the other person had an imposing aura. He was playing with a silver lighter in his hand, and his handsome face was covered with a layer of frost.

His pupils shrank suddenly, and he swallowed back the curse words on his lips. He let go of Fu Shuruan in panic, and staggered two steps back.

Xiang Chuan stepped forward with his slender legs, took the dark gray cashmere coat from Bai Mao and stepped forward to put it on Fu Shuruan.

"Little girl, do you still recognize who I am?"

As the stamina of the alcohol came back, Fu Shuruan's eyes were filled with drunkenness, and he felt as if his feet were walking on cotton.

People can't stand still and have to tilt their heads to think seriously.

Her cheeks were flushed, she could only hear the noisy noise in her ears, and saw people with double images.

"Hmm...a bit like my Mukagawa brother, but...how do you have two heads?"

She looked swaying and pointed at Xiangchuan's face, her lips were slightly open, and her breath was filled with the faint fragrance of wine.

Xiang Chuan's face was full of helplessness, and he unconsciously stretched out his hand to support her. His deep voice was filled with endearment: "Fu Shuruan, are you turning a deaf ear to my words?"

Fu Shuruan's eyes were wandering, he picked his ears, and asked confusedly: "What words? What kind of wind?"

"I've told you several times not to run to the bar alone. Who is it that makes you feel so drunk?"

"Let me tell you, it was the first time I drank that foreign wine. I blew half of the bottle out of the bottle. Don't tell me... the taste of the wine was really good..."

"Blow into the bottle?"

Xiangchuan's eyes widened and he couldn't believe what he heard.

Is this girl letting herself go a little too much?

She couldn't stand firmly, so she leaned on him. In her drunken state, her voice was softer and more pleasant than usual: "I came here with my classmates, huh, who knew that a group of people would be raped by that irritating Chen Beishu?" I'm tired of buying him off, if I knew, I wouldn't come."

Ah!

He said the same thing tonight.

"Do you dare to drink so much next time?"

"Still dare."

Fu Shuruan's consciousness began to blur, his head was spinning, and the soles of his feet felt weak.

"..."

Talking to a drunken drunkard is like playing the piano to an ox.

Xiangchuan picked her up by the waist and weighed her up.

He turned his face and glanced at the crowd watching the excitement with his cold eyes. Those people moved away knowingly when they encountered Xiang Chuan's cold, knife-like eyes.

"Brother Chuan, what should I do? Just say a word."

Bai Mao had a cigarette in his mouth, and the person under his hand was gearing up, ready to make a move.

Xiang Chuan shot cold eyes at the panicked Chen Beishu: "Which hand did he touch Ruan Ruan just now?"

Bai Mao pretended to think, and said casually: "It seems to be the left hand, and it seems to be the right hand. Who cares, it won't go wrong if they are destroyed together."

There was a sigh around.

Chen Beishu's neck felt cold. He threw away the rose in his hand and waved his hands to beg for mercy: "I was wrong! I was really wrong! This gentleman...no...Brother Chuan, he is my bastard." , I have offended Ruan Ruan, but I really didn’t do anything. You, sir, don’t care about the villain’s fault, please let me go!”

Xiang Chuan smiled with his lips curled up, his eyes and brows full of evil and arrogance, and he blurted out: "Is that what you called Ruan Ruan?"

Chen Beishu was immediately dumbfounded, wondering what the relationship between this man and Fu Shuruan was, and how could he care about even an ordinary title?

"Yes, yes, it's me, the toad, who wants to eat swan meat. I shouldn't covet the eldest daughter of the Fu family."

Bai Mao was smoking a cigarette and chatting to the side. Looking at his skinny figure like a monkey and his red hair like a social brother, he couldn't help but give him a hard kick: "You fucking know that too." I am a toad, but you did not fall into Mr. Fu’s hands today because you burned the incense, do you understand?"

Just kidding, if Fu Lingheng witnessed his sister being entangled by hooligans, he would have to chop him up on the spot!

Bodyguard A: "Why does Mr. Fu need to do it himself for a little guy like this who doesn't have all his hair?"

Bodyguard B: "I've already warmed up. Let me teach him how to behave first."

Bodyguard C: "Boy, if you dare to enter the night banquet and cause trouble, I respect you as a man!"

The delicate body in his arms moved. He lowered his eyes to Xiangchuan and saw that she seemed a little sleepy. He half-closed his eyes and muttered sleepily: "Oh, it's so noisy that I can't let anyone sleep..."

Bai Mao stretched his neck and leaned over, and said with a smile: "Brother Chuan, why don't you send the little princess back first, and let us handle it here?"

"Take it easy, you are a student after all."

Xiangchuan reminded before leaving.

After all, it's because Fu Shuruan hasn't graduated from university yet.

The people who came to the bar with her tonight were all her classmates and alumni.

Seeing her in school every day without looking up would really cost her half her life, and I'm afraid it would cause unnecessary trouble for her.

"Come on, don't worry, we are sensible."

Bai Mao whistled and winked at the bodyguards, who immediately understood.

Chen Beishu fled in a hurry, but how could he outrun the well-trained professional bodyguards?

"Take two more steps and your legs will be broken."

When Chen Beishu was taken back, his feet were in the air. The classmates who came with him were so frightened that their faces turned pale and they did not dare to say anything for fear of getting themselves into trouble.

The loud music from the bar rang in his ears, and Xiang Chuan hugged Fu Shuruan and left through the side door, bypassing the crowd.

Fu Shuruan was heavy with alcohol. Maybe he drank too hard, and the nausea in his stomach pushed up to his throat.

"It feels so uncomfortable, I want to vomit."

Her face was flushed, and she had a painful expression. She didn't even open her eyes, and she was waving her hands in the air randomly.

"I'll find a trash can for you to puke in, please bear with me first..."

Xiangchuan held her in his arms and walked quickly toward the front door. The second part of his sentence, "Don't spit on me," he had no chance to say.

"vomit--"

Fu Shuruan's weak complaint came faintly: "I don't know anything about wine... I feel so uncomfortable..."

Xiangchuan was vomited all over, and the stench was overwhelming. The white sweater held the undigested contents in her stomach.

Too late to react.

The skin of Fu Shuruan's cheeks turned a drunken red, her delicate white fingers pulled his collar, and she started talking drunkenly with her little mouth.

"What a little day lily, you dare to chase after me..."

"You have such a big face, I'll slap you to death..."

"Snapped--"

A crisp and loud slap rang in his ears, and it was thrown on Xiangchuan's face without any warning.

Xiang Chuan was stunned at first, then his face suddenly turned dark, his brows were furrowed so tightly that he could kill a fly, his jaw was tense, and three words escaped from his lips and teeth: "Fu Shuruan!"

He is really going crazy!

If this girl wasn't Fu Lingheng's sister, he would have thrown her on the side of the road and walked away.