Chapter 897 Ding, Your Vinegar Jar Is Online! (Twenty Four)

Later, he reacted slowly and was stopped by Feng Qian.

After hanging up the phone, Ye Jue sat alone, feeling empty in his heart, as if he had lost something.

The heart tightened slightly, and the air seemed to be gradually thinning.

a long time.

A call came in, and Ye Jue pressed the answer blankly.

The bodyguard replied that Feng Qian beat all those who stopped her to the ground, but they failed to stop Feng Qian.

He frowned slightly and pressed the hang up button.

He has never had such a mood before, as if the world was dimmed for a moment.

His world was already pitch black, and at this moment, it seemed that the only light was gradually disappearing.

Ye Jue's eyes fell on the wine on the coffee table.

He wasn't interested in participating in today's auction either, so he drank all the wine by himself.

I don't know how long it has been.

He got up and left.

Even after drinking a lot of wine, Ye Jue's face was still white and expressionless, as if nothing had happened.

The neck under his collar was glowing thin red, and there were a few bloodshot eyes in his eyes.

…

Feng Qian walked on the road alone.

The spirit of alcohol gradually came up.

It was very late in the evening, and the setting sun slanted over, elongating the girl's thin figure.

After getting drunk, Feng Qian lost consciousness completely.

In a daze, he almost bumped into a lamppost while walking.

A car stopped in front of the girl.

The driver turned on the lights and honked the horn a few times.

The little girl stopped, stopped, and looked curiously at the white car.

The light was a bit dazzling, she raised her hand to cover her eyes, and walked a few steps staggeringly.

The driver who drove was a middle-aged uncle.

From a distance, the uncle saw the little girl walking staggeringly on the road, bumping into the lamppost several times.

He originally wanted to remind the little girl, but when he got closer, he realized that the girl's face was flushed, her eyes were blurred, her steps were sloppy, and she looked like she was drunk.

The girl is beautiful, but it is not safe to walk alone on the road when she is drunk.

The uncle driver got out of the car.

"Little girl, let me call for you and ask your family to pick you up."

Feng Qian frowned, swayed a few times, and shook his head: "I have no family."

"Ah? Where's your friend? It's fine if your friend comes to pick you up."

The girl lowered her head, grabbed the dress on her body with her fingers, and said in a soft voice, "I don't have any friends either."

The uncle driver's eyes widened.

This little girl is too pitiful.

Looking at the clothes that the little girl was wearing seemed to be expensive, but she didn't expect this girl to be so pitiful.

While talking, there was a click, and a large tear fell from the girl's eyes.

"I... hiccup... I was adopted, I..."

The uncle couldn't help feeling distressed when he saw the little girl's pitiful appearance.

He comforted: "Girl, don't worry, speak slowly."

Feng Qian nodded, feeling dizzy.

She continued: "No one has ever cared about me...it has always been... only me."

The uncle looked distressed and couldn't help touching the girl's head.

The little girl burst into tears.

"My lord... my lord he seldom comes back...he adopted me...but...I hardly see him..."

The little girl sniffed.

The uncle hurriedly took out a tissue and handed it to the girl.

Feng Qian wiped away tears indiscriminately.

The uncle was a little puzzled: "My lord?"

Could it be that the adoptive father of this little girl is an official?

But it's really too much to adopt someone and not take good care of them.

Look at the wronged girl.