Being urged to get married, she got married with the heir of a wealthy family in seconds

Yan Luoman went to the hotel bar alone and drank sadly.

After she had almost finished drinking, she took out her cell phone and called Liu Jianian.

Liu Jianian picked up the phone quickly.

"Where did he die?" It was Liu Jianian's drunken voice, but his voice was choked with sobs.

I don’t know if it was because of Liu Jianian’s emotions, but Yan Luoman’s eyes instantly turned red, “I feel so bad.”

Her voice was also choked with sobs.

Liu Jianian was silent for a long time on the other end of the phone. It was rare that there was no noise from the bar on her end. If it weren't for the music on Yan Luoman's end, Yan Luoman would have clearly heard Liu Jianian's low sobbing.

Yan Luoman hadn't heard Liu Jianian's cheerful and generous voice for a long time. He raised his head and drank another glass of beer. He asked, "Do you feel inferior when facing Liu Fei? She is beautiful and has a good family background. Do you feel inferior?"

As soon as Yan Luoman finished speaking, Liu Jianian seemed to break down and burst into tears, feeling desperate and helpless.

Yan Luoman was stunned. She had never seen Liu Jianian cry, let alone cry so loudly.

Affected by Liu Jianian's emotions, Yan Luoman also wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, took a deep breath, and asked, "What's wrong with you?"

Liu Jianian cried for a long time, lit a cigarette, took a few deep puffs, and started coughing violently. After she recovered, she said lightly with a nasal tone: "We broke up..."

Yan Luoman was silent for a moment: "She suggested it?"

"No, her family found out and I couldn't fight it..." As she spoke, she choked up weakly again.

Yan Luoman's eyes were warm and moist, and she could inexplicably understand Liu Jianian's feeling of powerlessness at the moment.

After a long while, Liu Jianian calmed down a little and said, "Let's not talk about me anymore. What's wrong with you?"

Yan Luoman smiled, "You're already in such a state of distress, and you still have the heart to care about me?"

Liu Jianian also laughed, "Bye bye, the next one will be better behaved. Am I someone who lacks women?"

Although Liu Jianian spoke casually, Yan Luoman knew that she was pretending.

There was a sound of footsteps on the other end of the phone. "Are you trying to drink yourself to death?"

It was Qin Anhe's voice.

Liu Jianian sneered and said to Yan Luoman: "Look! Didn't the woman come by herself?"

After saying that, Liu Jianian was silent for a moment, as if she had forgotten to breathe, and asked Qin Anhe: "What's wrong with your face?"

Qin Anhe stammered, "Accident, who are you talking to on the phone?"

As he spoke, Qin Anhe snatched Liu Jianian's phone and saw that the person on the phone was Yan Luoman. He picked up the phone and said to Yan Luoman, "What time is it? Go to bed early. I'm here. Don't worry."

Her tone was calm, with the same domineering concern as before.

Qin Anhe hung up the phone.

Yan Luoman put down his phone, leaned on the bar, and smiled inexplicably.

Yes, what made her uncomfortable was not that Fu Sinian had Bai Yueguang, but that she was uneducated and incompetent, and what made her uncomfortable was her inferiority complex.

A figure sat down next to Yan Luoman. It was Ye Yaxin.

Yan Luoman did not sit up, but just looked at Ye Yaxin quietly, or to be more precise, sizing her up.

Yan Luoman knows her advantages. She is good-looking and has a good figure, but inexplicably, when facing beauties of almost the same level as Liang Shiluo and Ye Yaxin, she always feels a little inferior.

Perhaps Fu Sinian fell in love with her because of her rustic temperament compared to Liang Shiluo!

Ye Yaxin raised the corners of her lips slightly, meeting Yan Luoman's naked gaze, "Why? Do you have other hobbies?"

Yan Luoman also smiled, sat up, and asked the bartender for the same cocktail as Ye Yaxin.

She turned to Ye Yaxin and asked, "Have you ever taken any body shape classes?"

Ye Yaxin was stunned, and suddenly understood the meaning of Yan Luoman's eyes just now.

Just now, in Ye Yaxin's view, Yan Luoman's blurry eyes fixed on her were lustful.

Ye Yaxin smiled.

Yan Luoman was still looking at her carefully. Even her casual smile was so elegant. She really wanted to imitate her immediately, but she was still rational and held back.

Ye Yaxin raised her hand and touched Yan Luoman's hair, and asked, "Envy?"

Yan Luoman nodded without disguising, "I also want to have temperament, like you, and have the feeling of a strong woman as soon as I appear on the stage."

There was a flash of naked pain in Ye Yaxin's eyes, but Yan Luoman had almost finished drinking and did not notice it.

Ye Yaxin smiled helplessly and took a sip of the cocktail.

Yan Luoman also imitated the ugly woman. Usually he drank in big gulps, but now he followed suit and took small sips.

So sweet!

She almost vomited.

Can a cocktail be this sweet? It's sweeter than a drink.

She almost held back the urge to vomit on live broadcast, tears welled up in her eyes, she was so sick.

Ye Yaxin smiled, "I like sweet ones, please change to another cup!"

Yan Luoman didn't resist and changed the cup.

She didn't know if the bartender was trying to tease her on purpose, but the sourness of the cocktail made her shiver all over.

Ye Yaxin laughed again, "You really..."

A figure suddenly appeared behind Yan Luoman. It was Fu Sinian.

Yan Luoman also noticed someone behind her, turned her head and grinned, "Husband?"

Fu Sinian paused slightly.

Ye Yaxin looked at the two of them with interest.

Yan Luoman turned around and threw herself into Fu Sinian's arms, shouting happily, "Husband!"

Fu Sinian came back to his senses, blocked her drunken embrace, grabbed her wrist, frowned slightly and said coldly to the person behind him: "Take her away."

Yan Luoman was stunned, with a blank look in her eyes, and asked aggrievedly: "Fu Sinian, do you hate me so much?"

She was dragged off the bar stool, the action was a bit rough, her tears fell, and her hair fell down, "Why do you keep me by your side if you hate me?"

Fu Sinian paused slightly, then quickly signaled the bodyguard to take her away, and without stopping, he followed.

Ye Yaxin smiled faintly and asked: "I am also curious! If Mr. Fu doesn't like her, why would he allow her to stay by his side?"

Fu Sinian stopped and glanced at Ye Yaxin calmly, "Do you really want to know?"

Ye Yaxin was shocked. Fu Sinian's mind worked too quickly and he might think that what happened in the evening was related to her.

But Ye Yaxin has a strong mentality, which is many times stronger than Yan Luoman who can't hide anything.

She smiled faintly: "Who wouldn't want to know? The old lady should be the one who is most curious about her, right?"

Fu Sinian smiled and said, "One piece of advice, the old witch doesn't like you."

After Fu Sinian finished speaking, he walked away.

As soon as Fu Sinian walked into the room, someone jumped into his arms.

Yan Luoman seemed to be guarding the door, waiting for him to come back.

She tilted her head back, stood on tiptoes, and tried to reach his lips.

Fu Sinian bent down and kissed her lips.

She opened her eyes as if flattered, her blurry eyes full of disbelief. He didn't want her to touch him just now, so why was he willing to kiss her now?

Her confusion only lasted for a moment, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to miss this opportunity.

She traced her fingertips across his chest.

Fu Sinian trembled slightly, released her lips, and looked at her quietly with watery eyes.

She tried to unbutton his shirt, but because she was drunk, she couldn't unbutton even one button.

Yan Luoman was very anxious, and it was obvious that he had noticed that the atmosphere that had just been created with great difficulty had cooled down.

She looked up again and tried to kiss him to regain the atmosphere, but this time Fu Sinian did not do as she wished and did not cooperate with her.

She was so anxious that she even jumped a few times, with tears already welling up in her eyes.

He raised his hand and gently stroked her bruised cheek, his voice hoarse: "Aggrieved?"

Yan Luoman looked up at him, tears in her eyes, her voice choked with sobs: "I want to be an AI!"