Next, the other party found various excuses to drink several more glasses with Xiyan.
Mu Zeyu, the agent, quickly stepped forward to diate for Xiyan.
"No, Zeyu, I’m okay." Xiyan held her champagne, her cheeks already slightly flushed from drinking.
She propped one hand on the table and raised her glass again, "Mr. Mark, co, I toast to you."
Mu Zeyu glanced at her, his voice concerned yet helpless, "Xiyan, if you keep drinking, you’ll get drunk."
But the man nad Mark was in high spirits, "Ah, Miss Sumr is indeed straightforward, why don’t we find a place to sit down, drink and chat?"
My head is spinning...
Xiyan was indeed drunk, so Mu Zeyu stood in front of her, "Mr. Mark, Sumr is already drunk, I think maybe another ti."
"Get out of the way!" The man was clearly annoyed, "I’m talking to Sumr, what’s it got to do with you?"
This man was quite influential, and Mu Zeyu couldn’t afford to offend him for the mont.
But Xiyan was definitely drunk, so what should be done now?
Certainly, they couldn’t just let Sumr continue drinking with this man?
Xiyan downed another glass of wine.
Mark’s gaze towards Xiyan turned heated, and he handed her another glass, "Miss Sumr really can hold her liquor."
Ugh, another drink...
Xiyan’s mind was fuzzy, and she subconsciously reached out for it.
Who knew the next second, her arm was suddenly grabbed.
She hazily looked up and t Ou Jue’s firm chin.
He had a cold expression, half-hugging Xiyan in his arms.
Mark, seeing soone intervene, was montarily annoyed, about to curse.
But as soon as he t those icy eyes, he was struck dumb, unable to utter a word.
The man exuded an intimidating aura, frighteningly stern, "Who the hell do you think you are? Daring to force her to drink?"
Mark was completely taken aback, stumbling back a few steps.
Mu Zeyu was also shocked, "Young Master Ou..."
The man harshly withdrew his gaze, looking down at the dazed Xiyan, and his expression grew even darker.
He directly lifted Xiyan into his arms, ignoring the surprised stares around, and strode out boldly.
Once outside the venue, the cold wind made Xiyan drowsily open her eyes, nestled in his arms watching him.
The line of his jaw was incredibly tense, even more profound against the backdrop of the night sky.
"Where... are you taking ..."
Ou Jue said nothing, picking up his pace.
The driver had already pulled the car up, quickly opening the door upon seeing Ou Jue.
He shoved Xiyan into the car, climbing in right after.
"Let down, I don’t need you to mind ..."
His voice was deep, laced with a hint of anger, "Besides , who else do you want to take care of you?"
Drinking so much, she really had so nerve!
Xiyan’s little head rested against one side of the car window, looking at him sideways, "Weren’t you just chatting quite happily with that foreign beauty? Why did you co to find ? Keep chatting, keep drinking! Why do you care about ? You just took out of the party without asking. Did I ever say I wanted to go with you? Stop the car, I want out, I want to go back and keep drinking!"
She was drunk, her words slurring a bit.
But without Ou Jue’s order, how could the driver dare to really stop?
The car steadily moved forward.
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