This wealthy family is too rich for me

Although it was said that the rich and powerful guests usually came here, they had never seen anyone with such a face.

Several people looked at each other in blank dismay, and began to wonder if this was a young film student whom Zhou Shenke took care of... However, the bearing of this person was not what a boy with a handsome face would possess.

Of course Zhou Shen knew exactly where his brother's charm was, so he didn't get angry at all when he stared at these young ladies.

He stood up and waved towards Dongfang Yanhe enthusiastically, "Brother, I never expected that you would really come."

After Zhou Shenke embraced Dongfang Yanhe's shoulders, he pulled him towards the sofa, "How many girls? But I picked them for you, who is interested? Then tonight..."

"No need."

Dongfang Yanhe interrupted him coldly, obviously the electronic music was still clamoring, but because of his icy voice, everything seemed to be silent.

"I have no interest in that."

"Not a man? How could there be no interest in this? Even if not, wouldn't there be training and training?"

Zhou Shenke began to introduce to him the few performers he had invited here, "These few, I really picked them out on purpose, among other things, they are pure and pure, and they will definitely suit you."

A few girls sat on the side, their eyes always drifted towards Dongfang Yanhe.

When Zhou Shenke was the only one here, they were all able to put on airs, but now they have become much more reserved.

However, Dongfang Yanhe didn't care about these small calculations in their hearts.

He picked up a bottle of whiskey and poured it directly into his mouth, "Drink?"

Zhou Shenke looked at Dongfang Yanhe, a little stunned, "What's the matter with you? Could it be that you came here just to drink?"

"I'll just ask you, to drink or not to drink?"

"Seeing what you said, how could I not drink it? Come on, blow on the bottle!"

Zhou Shenke has a good drinker, but when he comes to Dongfang Yanhe, he is really insignificant.

After a few bottles of wine, he was really tired, and he was already drunk.

Dongfang Yanhe's expression remained unchanged, and his eyes were as cold as ever.

After the person was drunk, he even talked more, Zhou Shenke lay on Dongfang Yanhe's body, and kept saying, "This person, when he reaches a certain age, he will always miss the past.

Tell me, tell me about them..."

Zhou Shenke raised his finger and walked around these ladies, "Let's just talk about them, they all seem to welcome me, and which one really cares about me."

As he spoke, his voice sounded like weeping, it could be seen that he really drank too much.

"you're drunk."

"I'm not drunk!"

Zhou Shenke began to argue loudly for himself, "Look, you always reject others thousands of miles away, surely you don't know what emotional intelligence is like? Me, I really feel pain in my heart..."

"How do you know I don't understand."

"Ah."

Zhou Shenke was drunk.

At this time, he seemed to cheer up again, "Who are you? You are Dongfang Yanhe. Which newspaper doesn't like to follow you the most, and which little girl's dream lover is not you?"

These words are indeed true, among other things, even the row of girls sitting here have already stared straight at Dongfang Yanhe at this moment.

It's a pity that he is really too expensive, as if every gesture of his hands carries a coldness that others cannot touch.

At the end of the drink, Zhou Shenke finally fell down.

After Dongfang Yanhe called a substitute driver for him, he then called a substitute driver for himself. It was already early morning, and he had nowhere to go, so he finally returned home.

After opening the door of the house, he realized that Jing Yiren hadn't slept yet.

She was busy drafting, and she seemed not to be affected by the dispute with Dongfang Yanhe just now.

The moment the door opened, Jing Yiren smelled a strong smell of alcohol.

As soon as she turned her head, she saw Dongfang Yanhe looking at her with misty eyes.

"Didn't you promise me and the child not to drink in the future?"

"Ah."

Dongfang Yanhe replied to her, raised his legs and was about to walk towards the second floor.

Looking at his figure when he went upstairs, Jing Yiren said.

Both of them seem to have thorns deliberately, and they are using this unwise way to pry each other's sincerity.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?"

He answered casually.

"I was just asking you something. Didn't you promise me and the child that I would never drink again?"

She didn't even know what she was stubbornly insisting on, but at least at this moment, she didn't want to let Dongfang Yanhe go upstairs like this.

While the two looked at each other, time seemed to flow very slowly.

Those bloody plots such as the late-night file seem to be happening to Jing Yiren now. Her lover came home drunk and treated her with the most indifferent attitude.

"I think we should sit down and talk."

After taking a deep breath, Jing Yiren said to Dongfang Yanhe.

"Talk, how do you want to talk?"

Dongfang Yanhe smiled, but the smile didn't fall into his eyes at all. He walked downstairs slowly and stood opposite Jing Yiren.

"Don't you think it's meaningless for you to say these things now?"

"Actually, what happened today..."

The dispute between the two was caused by him at first, so Jing Yiren still hoped to solve everything.

"I already know, you don't have to repeat it to me.

You'd rather ask others to borrow money than ask me to help you, wouldn't you? "

"you……"

Dongfang Yanhe sneered again, "It's just, don't you think you're a bit stupid? Do you think Chen Qianqian is really what she seems?"

It was obviously a dispute between two people, but now someone else was involved.

Jing Yiren didn't like this feeling at all, she frowned, and began to defend Chen Qianqian, "She is very nice, I still have some judgment."

Dongfang Yanhe laughed even more, but the arc of his thin lips was cold, "It's only been a few days since we met, and you can say that you know someone."

He raised his head and stared straight at Jing Yiren, "Speaking of which, I don't seem to know you at all."

"What the hell do you mean..."

"That's what I mean."

In fact, Dongfang Yanhe didn't seem to be drunk, but he was already drunk. In this night, it seemed that everything could be fermented, including his trance thoughts.

He stood up again and clamped Jing Yiren's chin with one hand.

"I really, never understood you."

As soon as he finished speaking, he forced Jing Yiren to raise his face, and precisely moved towards her lips.