vrcanaries Chapter 189 An Ying is not a bronze-level player, but a king.
Chapter 189 An Ying is not a bronze-level player, but a king.
An Ying ignored Jiang Shuya's winks and glares.
Jiang Shuya, having drunk a little, clung to An Ying's neck with hazy eyes, saying, "Yingying, my darling..."
An Ying wanted to cover Jiang Shuya's mouth.
An Ying herself also drank some, but the amount was just between being drunk and sober.
I remembered Fu Chengli's message...
Now that she's under someone's supervision, when she gets home, Fu Chengli will see her like this and won't blame her for drinking.
An Ying felt inexplicably apprehensive.
During the latter half of the party, An Ying remained strictly abstaining from alcohol.
But as the alcohol took effect, I started to feel dizzy and lightheaded.
After the party ended and they left the club, Zhuang Haolin drove An Ying's car to pick them up.
Jiang Shuya opened the back door of the car and slowly climbed in, but her back foot suddenly slipped and she fell out of the car again.
Upon seeing this, Zhuang Haolin immediately opened the car door and came over to help his wife.
Jiang Shuya felt someone pulling at her.
When she turned around, it was her dear husband!
She turned around, hugged Zhuang Haolin's neck, and gave him a big kiss on the cheek.
"Honey! Do you know how many people complimented my beauty and tried to seduce me today?!"
As the saying goes, "Class reunions are tiring, but you can always find a couple to date!"
"I didn't even acknowledge them, wasn't I awesome!"
Jiang Shuya's speech has started to become slurred and unclear.
Zhuang Haolin pinched Jiang Shuya's cheek, his smile full of affection, but his words carried a hint of threat.
"Ignoring them is the right thing to do, but try daring to engage with them."
Then, Zhuang Haolin picked up Jiang Shuya and shoved her into the back seat.
An Ying watched with a smile.
Fu Chengli also resisted her in the same way...
An Ying lowered her head and smiled.
I'm starting to miss him; I need to go back soon.
Suddenly, An Ying felt a tightness around her waist.
She turned her head and saw a person wearing a dark jacket approaching her.
An Ying narrowed her eyes and recognized him as the man who had toasted her at the dinner table earlier, asking for a business partnership.
She frowned, her face showing displeasure: "Let go."
An Ying's rejection, in the man's eyes, was more like a...
If you want to reject it, you will welcome it.
Men are never willing to let go easily.
He grinned, showing his big yellow teeth, and said, "What's the rush? I've already asked around, and you're single now. Today's a great opportunity, a rare chance to get together, how about we give it a try?"
The man's hand was still wandering around An Ying's waist, showing no sign of letting go.
An Ying gritted her teeth and composed herself.
Why do these ordinary men refuse to listen when you try to talk to them nicely? And why are they so self-righteous?
An Ying clenched her fist, about to deliver a punch.
Suddenly, a blinding beam of headlights flashed past.
Immediately following was a sharp screech of brakes.
A bright red Lamborghini braked suddenly beside the man.
She nearly knocked the man down.
The man snapped, "Damn it, can't you watch where you're driving?! Didn't you see someone standing here?! Just because you drive a supercar doesn't mean you're all that great! You think you're so awesome just because you have money?! Damn it..."
The man was cursing and swearing.
The car door opened, and a tall, slender man stepped out of the driver's seat.
It was Fu Yushi.
An Ying was stunned.
Why would he be here?
Fu Yushi ignored An Ying's questioning gaze.
He walked up to the man and looked down at the short man in front of him.
With a disdainful look and a condescending expression, he said sarcastically:
"Huh? I didn't see anyone here. I thought there was some kind of animal standing here."
The man's face instantly turned bright red: "Damn it, where did this ignorant brat come from... ah..."
Fu Yushi interrupted the man's words with his fist, striking the man squarely on the bridge of his nose.
Blood gushed from the nose.
The man covered his bleeding nose and backed away repeatedly.
He let out a scream and collapsed to the ground.
When the man fell, he lost his balance and accidentally pushed An Ying as well.
An Ying swayed slightly, and Fu Yushi took two or three steps forward.
He grabbed An Ying's arm and pulled her into his embrace.
Jiang Shuya, sitting in the car, was stunned.
What did she just see?
Has An Ying finally become emotionally aware? Or has her luck with men exploded?
There's a Fu Chengli statue at home, and a handsome young man rescuing a damsel in distress outside?
I can still vividly recall how hesitant and afraid to pursue love before this gathering.
Hmm, why are you being so formal with my best friend!
What are you pretending to be?
He's clearly a king!
Before An Ying could react, Fu Yushi had already pulled her into his arms.
She suddenly realized that she and Fu Yushi were too close.
She hurriedly pushed Fu Yu away and looked up to ask:
"Fu Yushi, what are you doing here?"