The eldest daughter is committing suicide, and the marriage partner comes to redeem her

It may not be believed, but Jiang Ruoli really doesn't drink much. Even if he does, it's just one glass, and at most he's slightly tipsy.

In the words of the eldest lady, being tipsy is the best moment, and being drunk any more is stupid. Who would spend money to buy themselves an unhappy, uncomfortable, nauseous state, and wake up with a hangover and headache the next day?

Xu Mengan and Shen Zhiyan were sitting opposite her at the time. They smiled at her lovingly and said bluntly, "Yes, Lili has never had any troubles in her life that she needs to drink to drown her sorrows."

But tonight, Jiang Ruoli got drunk because of his nemesis Jiang Ningning, who he had been fighting for for more than 20 years.

I have to say, those few small glasses of wine still have some substance. But after a while, Jiang Ruoli's skin was covered with a light blush.

My whole body felt light and I felt like my feet couldn't touch the ground. I felt dizzy, as if I was walking on clouds.

Knowing that she was drunk, Pei Zigui just wanted to take her home as soon as possible. However, the drunkard refused to pay, and even though he was tightly held in his arms, his hands and feet were not very quiet.

The cave bar is full of cave designs, high and low, and the drunkard not only did not avoid them, but also deliberately touched those potholes, rubbing here and touching there.

Seeing that she was gradually losing control, Pei Zigui sighed with a headache and simply picked her up vertically. The main reason was that he was afraid that she would be careless and accidentally get scratched.

This action is more like carrying than hugging.

Jiang Ruoli's stomach was pressed against him all the way to the outside of the bar.

The waiter at the door had already driven the car out. Pei Zigui put the person in the passenger seat and turned around to call Assistant Mo.

After all, Jiang Ruoli was drunk and couldn't drive. He couldn't call a designated driver for the two-seater Bugatti Veyron.

But before the car door could be closed, Jiang Ruoli pushed his hand away and rushed out.

Pei Zigui's eyelids twitched, and he hurried after him, not knowing why.

"Where are you going when you're drunk so late at night?"

Jiang Ruoli ran to the flower bed, glared at the man behind him, turned around and spat out.

Pei Zigui bit his back teeth, squatted down to help Jiang Ruoli lift up her drooping hair, patted her back gently, and whispered to comfort her: "It's okay, you'll feel better after spitting it out."

Thinking of the scene in the private room just now, when the person assigned to Jiang Ruoli ran up to report the situation downstairs, he hurried downstairs and found her at the bathroom door.

Although I knew nothing would happen if someone followed me, I was still afraid of accidents. The moment I saw her and hugged her, my heart finally settled down.

It was late at night and the wind was howling outside the bar.

Pei Zigui took off his coat and covered Jiang Ruoli completely, and asked the waiter not far away to bring a bottle of warm water.

Seeing that the person squatting on the ground was motionless, he helped the little girl up, his eyes full of worry and concern: "Are you still feeling uncomfortable? Next time, no matter what the situation, don't drink so much."

Jiang Ruoli raised his hand and pinched the man's hard arm hard, using all his strength.

"It's all your fault. You made me want to vomit!"

I was already drunk, and my stomach was pressed against me, how could I not vomit? Humph!

Pei Zigui was stunned by the unexpected words, and then an apologetic look appeared on his face, "Sorry, I won't do it next time."

At that time, I was only thinking about preventing her from being scratched by the rock walls, and I was in a hurry to get her out, so I forgot to consider this point.

He blocked the air vent, wrapped the person in his arms, and coaxed her softly, "Lili, can you come home with me now?"

Jiang Ruoli nodded, opened his white and tender palm and turned it upwards, "Then give me the key, how do you drive?"

Even though she was drunk, she still remembered that Pei Zigui couldn't drive. But she forgot that she was drunk.

Pei Zigui gently pinched Jiang Ruoli's cheek, "Do you want to go to the police station again? I'll ask someone to take us home. Let's go sit in the car first, okay?"

He carefully carried the person to the car and prepared to call Assistant Mo. Seeing his phone, Jiang Ruoli slapped his head, as if he had thought of something, and spoke in a muffled voice.

"Where's my bag? My phone is still in it. I want to play with it."

Pei Zigui: "Can I ask someone to take it down for you?"

Jiang Ruoli shook his head like a rattle and refused frantically.

"No! How can you let others touch such private things?"

Pei Zigui had no choice but to calm down the restless drunkard and put his cell phone in her hand.

"Then can I get it for you?"

Jiang Ruoli stared at the man blankly for a few seconds, then smiled and said, "Okay, then you can get it for me."

She fiddled with Pei Zigui's phone, "What's the password?"

"On our wedding day."

This stumped her. When was the date when she and Pei Zigui got married?

Jiang Ruoli had no choice but to try two dates at random, but both were wrong.

Pei Zigui took in her conflicted expression, a hint of melancholy flashed across his dark eyes, and he pursed his thin lips and reported six numbers.

If he keeps trying this, there’s no guarantee that his phone won’t be locked until 2099.

"Just sit in the car and wait for me to come back."

Jiang Ruoli nodded obediently, muttering to himself, "Why isn't there even Xiaohongshu or a short video app? How boring."

Pei Zigui closed the car door with a smile.

Not long after I walked away quickly, a man in a brown down jacket walked out of the darkness.

It was the flat-headed man who was sitting in the booth just now.

"Damn it, I have to teach you a lesson today."

He took out a nail, sneaked around to the back of the car, and prepared to puncture the tire.

As luck would have it, Jiang Ruoli was feeling bored in the car and was about to lower the window a little when he saw a wretched figure squatting in the back in the rearview mirror.

"Hey, ugly bastard, what are you doing?"

She yelled, her voice so angry that she wanted to get out of the car and beat someone up, but it was too cold outside, so she didn't want to get out.

Seeing that he was discovered, the man with the flat head subconsciously looked in the direction of the bar. Seeing that the previous man had not come out yet, he immediately walked to the co-pilot seat in a fierce manner and started to speak nonsense to Jiang Ruoli inside.

"Damn it, bitch, if it weren't for you I would have slept with that little girl today!"

"You dare to ruin my good deeds and embarrass me, and you still have dirty words. If I didn't see that you have someone to protect you, I would have dragged you away long ago."

After drinking some wine, the more he thought about it, the more excited he became. The flat-headed man glanced at Jiang Ruoli in the car again. Although only a pair of eyes were exposed, he still remembered how attractive this woman was. It would be better to kidnap her while no one was around.

He twisted the handlebars hard and said fiercely, "Come on, open the door for me if you can!"

Jiang Ruoli was drunk, but he hadn't lost his mind. Pei Zigui had locked the car door before leaving, so the flat-headed man's efforts were in vain.

He only has brute force, but he is also stupid and evil.

"You are incompetent! What if you don't open it? You are dressed like a pile of fresh shit, which is annoying to look at. Your mouth stinks so much, you must not have many friends."

After failing to open the door, the enraged man with the flat head glared with his small green bean eyes, and prepared to put his hand in through the window gap with a ferocious look.

Jiang Ruoli didn't pay attention for a moment and was grabbed by his arm.

"Let me go, you're crazy!"

She screamed, rolling up the window with her other hand.

The flat-headed man's hands were getting tighter and tighter, and he was squeezing Jiang Ruoli harder and harder.

Jiang Ruoli only felt a sharp pain in his wrist and couldn't help but shout out: "It hurts, it hurts, you bastard, let me go."

What the hell is this? Another bruise on my body!

"Damn it, if my hand is broken today, you won't have your hand anymore! Ugh!"

A gust of cold wind blew, and the flat-headed man was instantly knocked to the ground by a fist, and subconsciously let go of Jiang Ruoli's hand.

"Hiss——Who the hell hit me?"