Chapter 320
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The alcohol effect hadn't kicked in completely, and Yan Rusheng felt his footsteps getting more surreal by the minute . He felt like he was treading on clouds and this made him anxious .
"Wait for me here; I'll go get a taxi . " Ming Ansheng walked with him through the doors and let him rest by a tree outside the bar . He left to flag a taxi by the roadside .
Ming Ansheng drank quite a bit earlier, and his footsteps weren't that steady either .
I'm drunk . Really drunk .
Yan Rusheng stuffed both hands into his pants and rested his weight entirely against the tree . He lifted his head and shut his eyes .
"Ah Sheng!"
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A gentle voice called out from behind him, and the way the lady addressed him melted him instantly .
A tall and slender figure appeared in front of him, but he could only see her long hair . He caught a whiff of the light fragrance emitting from her body .
It was barely noticeable .
He curled his lips in satisfaction . "Stupid woman . Jiang Zhuoheng is in a worse state than me . "
He lurched forward and embraced the woman in front of him, mumbling under his breath .
Fang Jiayin held him instinctively . "Ah Sheng, you drank too much . "
Even though she was 1 . 7 meters tall, she still struggled to support Yan Rusheng who was nearly 1 . 9 meters tall and also huge and muscular .
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And her heels were quite high, so she kept stumbling .
Yan Rusheng stretched out his hand and grabbed her waist . "Wen Xuxu, say 'Ah Sheng, I love you' . "
He wanted to hear it again…
He hasn't been this drunk in a long time, and his consciousness was ebbing away .
Fang Jiayin's pretty face fell as she gazed at Yan Rusheng who was resting against her . Her eyes began brimming with tears .
She spoke in a slightly trembling voice, "Ah Sheng, I'm not Xuxu . "
"You're not Wen Xuxu…" Yan Rusheng held Fang Jiayin as he slowly straightened his back . He raised his head sluggishly and stared at her . He said with a trace of annoyance, "This nickname is exclusive to her, you're not allowed to call me that . "
He pushed her away forcefully and kept muttering, "This nickname is hers… she's mine . "
He leaned back against the tree, but his head kept swaying due to giddiness .
"I…" Fang Jiayin bit her lips, her eyes filled with tears . "I'm no longer allowed to use your nickname anymore?"
"Third Yan, the car's here . "
Ming Ansheng found a taxi and waved at him from the roadside .
Fang Jiayin quickly wiped away her tears and retrieved two tickets from her bag . She stuffed it inside Yan Rusheng's pocket . "Ah Sheng, these are tickets to my concert . Will you come together with Xuxu?"
This nickname 'Ah Sheng' could always soften Yan Rusheng's heart .
He smiled and nodded lightly . "Okay . "
"Thank you, Ah Sheng . " Fang Jiayin turned her tears into a smile as she supported Yan Rusheng . "You're drunk, let me help you into the car . "
He had barely taken a few steps when Ming Ansheng caught up to them .
"Fang Jiayin?" Ming Ansheng was slightly startled to see Fang Jiayin, and his gaze landed on Yan Rusheng's elbow that she was holding up . He hurriedly pulled Yan Rusheng towards him . "Let me help him instead . "
Even though Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu got married to fulfill Grandmother Yan's final wishes, but nevertheless, they were a married couple now .
Paparazzi always lurked around in this area, and they might be photographed .
Who knows what kind of a misunderstanding it would cause .