Yemo was really hurt by Luo Yan's heart, liver, spleen and lungs.

He just wanted to find someone to talk to and talk about the depression in his heart, but he searched and searched, but found that there was only Luo Yan around him.

So he tried to talk to her, but he found that he couldn't communicate with this woman at all.

They can only communicate in bed.

Luo Yan didn't know what Yemo was thinking, and it was really impossible to make two people who were used to opposing each other.

Yemo got up, walked to the kitchen, found a few bottles of wine in the refrigerator, sat in the hall alone, and drank in a muffled voice.

Is he drowning his sorrows with wine?

Luo Yan didn't bother to care.

It wasn't until a few hours later that there was a ping-pong sound in the living room.

Luo Yan didn't even have time to put on his shoes, so he hurriedly jumped out of bed, wanting to see what was going on.

As soon as I opened the door, a pungent smell of alcohol rushed to my face!

In the living room, it was already a mess, the crooked wine bottles fell to the ground, Yemo sat on the ground, one hand on his arched leg, the other hand grabbed the wine bottle, and poured wine into his mouth violently, each more powerful.

Luo Yan counted casually, and there were twenty or thirty wine bottles on the ground.

This man, go crazy!

Luo Yan didn't care about anything, rushed to him, grabbed the wine bottle in his hand and pulled it out hard.

"Stop drinking!"

Luo Yan's face suddenly became nervous, and his body trembled.

If he drinks like this again, he will die!

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't pull the bottle out of his hand.

"Yemo, are you still not a man? For the sake of a woman, you are going to die or live? Is she happy or not, it's none of your business? That's the path she chose, you let her go on her own! ”

Luo Yan was really angry.

Yemo was not drunk thoroughly, his consciousness was still very clear, at this moment, listening to Luo Yan's questioning, he raised his eyebrows slightly, and the corners of his lips hooked.

"What? Worried about me? ”

Luo Yan was stunned.

It happened suddenly, and she reflexively did some things and said them, but now it seems that it is a bit too much.

What does it matter to her about him and Jane Anning's?

She didn't have water in her head, so why worry about them?

Thinking of this, Luo Yan's hand holding the wine bottle slowly reduced his strength until it was completely released.

Seeing her withdrawn hand, Yemo's heart was as empty as a ghost, and that feeling made him feel very uncomfortable.

He poured another sip of wine into his mouth.

She closed her eyes and stood beside him, tangled and complicated in her heart.

A voice told her that it had nothing to do with her if he drank to death.

Another voice was telling her that saving someone's life was better than creating a seventh-level floating slaughter, and if he really died, she wouldn't bother to collect his corpse for him.

"Can't you just let me save some snacks? Yes, I'm worried about you! Can you stop drinking! ”

Hearing the word worry coming out of her mouth, the original irritability on Yemo's face was quietly alleviated.

Seeing that he had relaxed his vigilance, Luo Yan hurriedly took out the wine bottle from his hand, and then took away all the unfinished wine around him and threw it into the trash.

She did all this quickly, and her hanging heart was a little lowered.

Yemo stared at Luo Yan for a long time, and when he looked at it, his eyes suddenly softened a lot.

Luo Yan was inexplicably looked at by him, and quickly pinned his head to the other side, avoiding his gaze.

Yemo straightened up, and her tall body approached her step by step.