Explosive cute wife: black-bellied husband, please respect yourself!

Chapter 104 The Birthday Night (5)

"Are you feeling unwell? Don't be afraid. Let me help you up."

Yan Weiwei stepped forward with a charming face, and the strong smell of perfume came to her nostrils.

Yan Chuyan frowned subconsciously, and raised her eyes to glance at her.

Suddenly, Yan Weiwei shook the wine glass in her hand, with a malicious smile on her lips.

In the next second, dark red liquid dripped coldly from Yan Chuyan's head.

"Oh, Chuyan... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my hands are slippery... Get up, I'll take you to the bathroom."

Yan Weiwei pretended to be kind to help her up, with a face full of apology and elder sister's love for younger sister.

This acting skill...not being an actor is such a waste of resources!
The cool and wet liquid flowed down his forehead, his hair stuck to his face, and he was in a state of embarrassment.

Feeling that the good show was almost over, the guests shook their heads and dispersed one after another.

Yan Chuyan pushed Yan Weiwei away, stood up by herself, and walked towards the bathroom alone in despair.

Xiao Yixun had already returned to the banquet hall, looking around for Yan Chuyan.

In the center of the hall, a longevity peach cake is placed on a luxurious European-style long table, surrounded by colorful diamond-encrusted cakes, making it look like a rainbow.

Ladies in expensive dresses, gentlemen in suits and leather shoes, political and business leaders gathered in one place, waiting for Mr. Xiao to cut the birthday cake and celebrate his birthday together.

Yan Weiwei couldn't be bothered to stick her hot face on her cold butt, so she just threw Yan Chuyan away and returned to the lively VIP guests.

She helped Xiao Yixun take a shot before, and Mr. Xiao praised her bravery very much, so he invited her to the banquet.

Yan Chuyan left the noisy crowd, walked into the corridor of the villa, looked around, but didn't know where the bathroom was.

"Chu Yan!" Xiao Yixun called out behind her, with a gentle voice.

"Why is the skirt all wet? What happened?" Xiao Yixun took out a handkerchief to help her wipe off the marks on her face.

"There was an accident just now. I'll go to the bathroom to clean up first. Don't worry about me. You can cut the birthday cake with grandpa first."

Yan Chuyan raised her eyes to look at his handsome face with sharp edges and corners, with a hint of melancholy in her brows.

The reddish almond eyes flashed, and he raised his hand to take his handkerchief and wiped the wet hair by himself, then turned and walked straight forward.

"First face."

As soon as he took a step, his arm was pulled back by a big warm hand.

"The bathroom is not here, let me take you to deal with it."

Immediately, Xiao Yixun took off his suit jacket and put it on her body.

Yan Chuyan followed Xiao Yixun up to the second floor and entered a luxurious room.

"The maid will bring clean clothes up in a while." Xiao Yixun pointed to the built-in bathroom in the room, motioning for her to go in and clean it up by herself.

After Yan Chuyan went in to wash her hair, Xiao's servants had brought up the clothes, and Xiao Yixun had already left.

After confirming that there was no one outside, Yan Chuyan walked out carefully wearing a bathrobe, took the clothes, and went back into the bathroom to change.

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a sound from outside, and the door was violently kicked open.

Before Yan Chuyan realized what was going on, she opened the bathroom door and walked out unsuspectingly.

I saw Beiming Haoting standing in front of him with a sullen expression on his face, his handsome face like a god was covered with a thick layer of haze, and his blue eyes like a falcon were blazing with anger.

Wei An's body almost blocked all her sight.

"Beiming Haoting? Why are you here?" Yan Chuyan took a step back subconsciously, holding her breath, her fingers curled up unconsciously, sinking into the flesh of her palm.

"What? I'm disappointed to see that it's me and not Xiao Yixun?" Beiming Haoting's thin cold lips were drawn into a straight line, his slender fingers grabbed her chin, and he looked down at her condescendingly.

(End of this chapter)