"Living one more day is just one more day, what if she thinks like you too."

  Zhao Jin Chuan smiled, his tone light as if he was talking about something that had nothing to do with him.

  When they mentioned Xia Wei, the strange woman next to her had a sense of crisis, subconsciously tightening her arm around Zhao Jin Chuan, and said in a soft voice: "Why don't we go inside, it's too noisy here."

  "Good." Zhao Jin Chuan found this very pleasant and cast a ambiguous glance at the person in his arms.

  He leaned in close to her ear and whispered something, causing the woman to pout again, "You're so bad."

  He Mingzhen did not say a word and probably thought Zhao Jinchuan was beyond salvation.

  ……

  On the other hand, in less than half an hour, Wen Qi was drunk by He Jie. Song Zhi Dong moved the car back and saw that Wen Qi had already fallen into He Jie's arms, saying something drunkenly.

  "How much did you drink?" Song Zhi Dong was shocked and quickly went forward to support Wen Qi who was about to fall.

  He Jie innocently shook her head, "A bottle's worth, and still hasn't seen the bottom, who would have known that this ancestor's capacity for liquor is still so poor, without any improvement."

  "Keep going, dear, I'm not drunk yet..." Wen Qi held He Jie tightly and refused to let go.

  He Jie couldn't bear the weight of her entire body hanging on him and almost fell over, "Help me out Dongzi! Quickly!"

  "Oh."

  Song Zhi Dong reacted slowly, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He spent half the day trying to pry her off He Jie's body but couldn't succeed.

  "Get out! Scram!"

  Wen Qi was unreasonable after getting drunk and wanted to kick him without saying a word.

  Song Zhi was at his wit's end.

  "I want to hug Jie, I just want to hug Jie..."

  Facing Wen Qi's nagging, He Jie was also helpless, "Okay okay okay, I'll hug you, I'll hug you... Wen Qi ah Wen Qi, I'm really at my wit's end with you."

  He Jie wrapped her arms around her and comfortingly patted her head.

  "Happy birthday to you..."

  "I feel like throwing up—"

  "Ancestors, you must hold on!"

  He Jie reacted extremely quickly, kicking off her high heels and rushing out while carrying Wen Qi under the stunned gaze of Song Zhi Dong.

  Fortunately, she arrived at the bathroom in time, otherwise her carefully dressed outfit would have been ruined.

  He Jie was still thinking about having a romantic encounter at the bar.

  When it comes to Yan Yu, she was so excited when she just came over that her shoes were kicked off. Now she is standing here barefoot. The handsome guys passing by can't help but take a glance at her. To say nothing of Yan Yu, people who pass by think she's sick if they don't think much of it.

  He Jie knocked on the bathroom door, "Baby, don't rush out yet, wait for me for two minutes, I'll be back in two minutes!"

  The light in the bar's bathroom wasn't very bright either. Wen Qi leaned against the wall and replied with a somewhat unclear "uh-huh."

  In fact, she didn't quite catch what He Jie had said either.

  The door opened, a dim light enveloped, and the deafening music sounded again in my ears.

  Stumbling and staggering, can't even walk straight, yet trying to find a glimmer of light in the darkness.

  Suddenly, a wall appeared in front of him, as if it had suddenly emerged.

  Wen Qi raised her head and looked around, smelling the familiar scent of disinfectant. A handsome face appeared in the darkness, seeming both real and illusory.

  She felt dizzy and thought she was hallucinating, so she blinked a few times. After seeing the person in front of her clearly again, she was even more certain that she was drunk, it seemed that she really was drunk.

  He Mingzhen looked down at her, trying to call out her name to see if she was still conscious: "Wen Qi?"