I was trapped by the domineering president of the paranoid

"I'm only 29, and my birthday is thirty this year, not fifty!"

"No, it's not about this, it's about you, you have suffered too many traumas, and it is easy to fall on a clean child like Gu Ning. So, I advise you, let's break up, you will get married in the future."

Yan Jia spoke disdainfully.

"I don't want to get married, I'm still so young..."

"Don't talk about this, drink first and then talk."

The two drunkards got drunk again.

Now this time has reached the climax of the bar, people in all kinds of clothes come and go, the dance floor is full of people dancing and singing, the music is loud, and the colorful lights on the ceiling are dazzling.

Peng Song and Yan Jiayan are both top-notch in appearance and figure. Many people have already followed them, but they dare not come forward to strike up a conversation because of the other party.

While everyone was watching, a mature man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and a suit and leather shoes came to Peng Song's side.

Peng Song squinted his eyes and turned to look at him. His appearance was seven points, his clothes tasted eight points, his hair was clean, and he used CHANEL's azure, which smelled clean and fresh. Peng Song had a good impression of this kind.

"Good evening, may I have a drink with you?"

Peng Song's eyes were blurred, he was already very drunk, and he smiled and pushed him a bottle of whiskey.

The man took it, his fingers brushed the corners of his lips with honey-colored wine, and gently touched, Peng Song was teased, he likes this type of man.

Yan Jiayan, who was sitting next to him to get drunk, didn't notice that there was a stranger beside his friend. He was caught up in his mixed thoughts, and his mind was in a mess.

After chatting with the man for a few words, Peng Song let him walk with him with his arms around his waist.

Qiao Yuliang squatted behind the counter until his legs were numb, staring at Peng Song with others, hesitating to catch up.

There was a battle between heaven and man in his heart for a moment, Qiao Yuliang clenched his fists, Xiaoyan said that he was cowardly, but I must prove to him that I am a real man!

Qiao Yuliang did as soon as he thought of it, he climbed out from the counter and followed, suddenly remembered that there was someone like Yan Jiayan, he turned his head again, just in time to see a little boy approaching him, don't worry, at least Xiao Yan will not sleep on the street tonight.

"What kind of bad friend is this..."

The delicate boy wasn't sure if Yan Jiayan was asleep, and stretched out his finger to poke him. Just as he was about to do this, a slender and powerful hand held his finger.

Yan Jiayan was drunk, his eyes sparkled, his cheeks were slightly flushed, adding a bit of charm to his already handsome face.

The boy blushed when he saw the handsome man in front of him, he hesitated and didn't know what to say.

A gleam of understanding flashed in Yan Jiayan's eyes, and he directly held the boy's snow-white and delicate hand along his fingers.

The boy was taken aback, the scalding temperature spread from that hand to his heart, he wanted to withdraw his hand, but Yan Jiayan grabbed it, and dragged him into his arms along the way.

The boy let out an exclamation, and he nestled into his arms, smelling the strong cologne mixed with the alcohol on the man's body, which made him dizzy.

Yan Jiayan raised his chin and asked frivolously;

"like me?"

——The boy blushed and nodded——

"Then come with me."

Before he could agree, Yan Jiayan forcefully dragged him away, walking staggeringly, and asked the boy to support him.

The boy stopped a taxi, and Yan Jiayan lay on top of him drowsily, the boy whispered, "Go to the hotel."

"Okay, follow the seat belt." The driver master stayed here all year round at night, seeing Yan Jiayan's attire that was either rich or expensive, he immediately dragged him to the most expensive hotel.