Spoiled Marriage: Big President, Little Sweetheart

Two hours later,.

Lin Anxin's name was whispered in pain.

The arrogant and stern man held up the wine glass blankly, and poured himself another glass. After taking a sip, he picked up the cell phone that the drunk had left behind, found out Lin Anxin's phone number, and made a call.

No answer for the first time.

He patiently beat it a second time.

Picked up this time.

"On the second floor of Xi Ting Club, I don't want to see him die here and come here to pick up people!" Simple and rude.

After speaking, he hung up the phone and threw the phone back to the drunk person.

After solving the whole bottle of red wine, he ordered the staff on the side, "."

Then he got up and walked away without looking back.

Huo Yi downstairs waited for a long time. Seeing him coming down, he immediately greeted him, "Lord."

As soon as he approached, he smelled the strong smell of alcohol on the man's body, and he couldn't help frowning, and asked anxiously, "Lord, have you been drinking?"

Sir Alex Ferguson hasn't eaten much in the past few days, his stomach is already fragile and supported by stomach medicine.

Drinking at this time is undoubtedly self-abuse!

Li Beijue was masturbating himself. The uncomfortable feeling in his stomach completely suppressed the uncomfortable feeling in his heart. His dark eyes seemed to be sober and drunk. The brows were twisted together because of the discomfort of the stomach, and the thin lips gave a deep gratitude.

Seeing his pale lips, Huo Yi didn't talk any more nonsense, and quickly opened the door of the car for him, "Lord, get in the car."

Li Beijue leaned over the car.

The car drove smoothly to the hotel.

Along the way, the men sitting in the back row were all playing with their phones. Several times their fingers touched the only name in the address book and slid away.

The wine's strength is not when it is first drunk, but only slowly afterwards.

His temples buzzed like a bulge.

damn it!

Li Beijue pressed his swollen temples, and the abdomen and stomach became painful as it was disturbed. A thin layer of sweat overflowed on his forehead, his thin lips pressed tightly, and he stared at the phone without saying a word, as if he was about to stare at the name on the phone.

Chi Enen.

Chi Enen.

Chi Enen.

Damn it, all his head is Ji Eunen. Her name, her face, her voice. Every cell in the body is clamoring to see her, to enter her body, to prove that she is still his!

He pressed his thin lips too hard, and the smell of blood spread between his lips and teeth.

He squeezed the phone tightly, as if only in this way could he control his terrifying possessiveness a little bit.

Who said that if two people break up, it doesn't matter?

Who said that after breaking up, he can't care whether she has a new relationship or not!

Even if he broke up with Chi Eun-en, Chi Eun-en is his!

The irritable mood that had been frustrated for several days seemed to have found a breakthrough, he tightened the corner of his mouth, and his eagle eyes were full of paranoia.

Correct!

Even if they broke up, Chi Enen is also his!

He looked down at the phone number again, moved his finger, and dialed it out of course.

"beep……"

The alcohol in the red wine has all evaporated in the blood.

Li Beijue's eyes were blurred, but his thin lips tightened, preferring to taste the smell of blood, or stubbornly making the call.

"beep……"

His brows tightened. The stomach is also cold and painful.

Just when the phone was about to hang up, the people over there finally picked up the call—