Chapter 2297
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Resisting the urge to probe further, he reached out his fingers and gently massaged his temples. He closed his eyes and tried his best to get rid of those uncontrollable thoughts, but the more he tried to suppress them, the more they went out of control.
A numbing electric current shot up from his waist.
He shuddered and clenched his fists tightly, forcing himself to keep a distance from her.
Song Enya brought over another glass of wine and raised a brow. "Here! Brother Yancheng, can you still drink? "
"I don't want to drink anymore!"
He waved his hand, obviously not in the right state.
If I drink any more, I'll probably get into trouble!
In a certain aspect, men were not like women who could always maintain their rationality and were easily driven by lust. He waved his hand and emphasized again, "I'll get drunk if I drink any more!"
"I've seen Brother Yancheng's alcohol tolerance before. It's clearly very good, but you don't seem to be in the best condition tonight!"
Despite saying this, she did not deliberately suppress the wine. Instead, she put the wine glass aside, turned around, and gently snuggled up to him.
She deliberately flirted with him. Her every move was seductive, but she pretended to be reserved. On the surface, she kept a distance from him, but her feigned unintentional behavior was extremely seductive.
She turned her head and saw that his face was flushed and his veins were bulging. She knew very well that the drug would soon take effect after drinking a glass of wine.
Slowly, under the effects of the drug, Mu Yancheng felt increasingly stuffy and suffocated.
He subconsciously buckled his tie, tugged at it, and loosened a button on his collar. However, he still felt that he couldn't breathe.
Drunk?
Drunk!
He should be drunk …
That shouldn't be the case.
Normally, it would take at least two bottles of this kind of wine to get so drunk.
Mu Yancheng shook his head violently. When he opened his eyes again, they were already bloodshot!
"Enya …"
He opened his mouth in a daze and spat out a few words. He stammered, "I think … I'm a little drunk!"
"You drank too much tonight, didn't you?"
Song Enya gently stroked his shoulder and muttered, "Brother Yancheng, is there something on your mind? Just now, I saw you sitting in the corner drinking alone. It was said that a person who drank alone would get drunk faster! Is there something bothering you? "
"Ha … Ha!"
Mu Yancheng smiled bitterly and said, "T-Today, a b * tch looked down on me! En … Enya, do you think Brother … Brother Yancheng is really … really not as good as that lad? "
"That kid?"
Song Enya was perplexed. "Who?"
"Mu Yazhe!" Mu Yancheng spat out the name through gritted teeth.
This name was like a fishbone in his heart.
Song Enya's body trembled slightly when she heard that name. Her face turned cold for a moment before her lips curled into a smile. "How can that be?! How is Brother Yancheng inferior to him?! "
"Really?"
"Yes! Brother Yancheng, don't belittle yourself. I think you're very outstanding, especially … "Song Enya gently placed her hand on his thin lips, trailing it along his jaw and all the way down to his heart." Brother Yancheng, if any woman catches your eye, it's a blessing that she has accumulated in her previous life. "
"Heh …"
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