Diamond drunk wedding rich and famous

Chapter 9 I Don't Want to Marry You
Yu Jingting looked at her with lowered eyebrows, his tone was light, "Why do you drink so much?"

Gu Qian'an raised her eyes, with a faint half-smile, "You seem to be too lenient."

How can I see him everywhere these two days?The Caesars Hotel, the dinner club, the entrance of the hospital, and here again, no one would believe that he didn't follow her.

Regarding her answer, Yu Jingting stared at her silently for two seconds, indicating that he was really not happy tonight.

"Stand up, I'll pick up the car." Yu Jingting lowered his eyebrows.

Meifeng has a tendency to wrinkle a little bit, and he doesn't have much time to do this.

In Yu Jingting's impression, Gu Qian'an was not a noble daughter, but a troubled girl who went to bars, teased men, spoke sharp and merciless words, and didn't hate her, nor did she like her, because she never paid attention to her.

But this time when he returned to China, he couldn't turn a blind eye to her.

She was flushed and drunk, waved her hands, brushed her long hair, and stood with great effort without his help, "Go, I'll have another drink."

Yu Jingting simply ignored her, and beckoned the doorman beside him with a calm face.

On the other side, Zhan Bei came forward and greeted Yu Jingting first: "Mr. Yu."

Yu Jingting only nodded his head, and looked not far away, Gong Chiyi's Maybach was so domineering that he couldn't ignore it in the night.

Only then did Zhan Bei say: "Young Master San has something he wants to talk to Ms. Gu about."

It means to let Yu Jingting leave her alone.

Unexpectedly, Yu Jingting added another sentence indifferently: "About work?"

Zhan Bei didn't know much about this number one legal officer, but he knew that he didn't like to meddle in other people's business, he was so indifferent that he could live alone in the universe, but he didn't know that there was an extra sentence, so Zhan Bei paused.

It took a moment to nod, "All of them."

There are both official and private matters, and they cleverly blocked Yu Jingting's further words.

Yu Jingting took a second look at Zhan Bei, who had followed Gong Chiyi's bodyguard since he was a teenager, but for such a master, the bodyguard was really good at ordinary people.

In the end, Yu Jingting gave her to Zhanbei.

Getting into the car, Kiss An glanced sideways at Gong Chiyi who was sitting upright, the light coming in from the car window made his profile more resolute and charming.

After watching for a while, she turned her head and leaned against the seat softly, slid down and nestled on her body, "I don't want to marry you."

The voice is not loud, the eyes are closed, and the drunkenness is obvious.

Gong Chiyi tilted his head and lowered his eyebrows, looked at her quietly, before opening his lips for a moment, "Not wanting to marry, and not wanting to marry are two different things."

These words made her open her eyes, raised her face slightly and frowned her beautiful eyebrows, "You seem very sure that I will marry you?"

Seeing her tired from keeping her face up all the time, Gong Chiyi stretched out his hand to support the back of her head, wrapped her fingertips around her long hair, and placed them on the tip of her nose.

She frowned because of his movement, but she didn't move, she just put the weight of her head on his palm.

"Others can't afford it." He said in a low voice, "I can only find you."

Gong Chiyi seemed to be a nobleman by birth, and the factors that would make people feel disgusted, such as curling her hair and speaking arrogantly, had nothing left for him except nobleness and charm.

The more she was like this, the more she wanted to regress. What if she really couldn't escape in the future?
"Drinking wine on an empty stomach again?" Above his head, he was full of displeasure.

He said 'again', but Kiss Ann didn't pay attention, moved his hand holding his body and covering his stomach, and didn't speak.

Gong Chiyi didn't ask any more, and slightly supported her to lean on her body, and conveniently covered her long bare legs with the jacket she prepared.

Just leaning against him like that, Gu Qian'an could still smell Givenchy on him, light and domineering.

She liked the taste so much that her nerves gradually relaxed, and she fell into a drunken drowsiness.

When she opened her eyes, the car was not where she expected, and she didn't know when it started to rain, so she frowned.

"Where are you taking me?"

The man put one hand on her body and hugged her, looked away from the window, his thin lips hooked almost inaudibly, "The car is already coming up, is it too late to ask now?"

She sat up straight, a little confused, and pursed her lips again, "I forgot to say the address."

It sounds like he's still being treated as a free driver. Where can I get it?
Only then did Gong Chiyi look at her fixedly, "You have sold the Gu family's villa, so naturally you will go to my place."

Gu Qian Anrou's brows tightened, why did he know?
What else do you know?
Gong Chiyi only patted the back of her hand, "Sleep a little longer, we'll be there soon."

……

The night on the Xiangdi Bank is very beautiful. At the entrance of the manor is a well-built flower pond, a small arch bridge, the lights of the car are swept by, and the lotus leaves that are about to fall in the flower pond carry sparkling drops of water.

Looking up again, the villa is here.

"Golden House Cangjiao?" She looked at him seriously, speciously. With the lights on at home so late, there must be someone.

Gong Chiyi only lowered his eyebrows to look at her long fair legs, bare ankle leather shoes, and the moderate rain, "Sit up?"

"What?" Gu Qian'an didn't react for a while.

Gong Chiyi patted his legs.

The meaning is to let her sit on his lap, he is in the wheelchair, and go in together to prevent her from getting wet, after all, bare legs are cold enough.

"No." Kiss An rubbed his temples, took the umbrella from Zhan Bei, stood behind his wheelchair, and pushed it with one hand, but his gait was unsteady after drinking, which made Zhan Bei startled.

　Only he can think of the part of propping the back of her head so that she can keep her face up

　　Today is the day of chopping hands, happy holidays!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)