The man was still lying in the mud, without moving. His white shirt was already dirty, and his handsome face was even more stained. His lips were pursed tightly, as if he was suppressing pain.

All in all, the whole person felt idle and depressed beyond words.

The Li Beichen she knew was stern and powerful, brilliant and noble, with a cold and noble look in his eyes. He was always like an unapproachable iceberg. Even if he didn't take care of himself at all on weekdays, his clean temperament was still charming and charming.

Unlike now, stubble covered his jaw, and his profile was thin and lifeless.

What happened to make him like this?

Is it because the Li family collapsed?

He's not the type to be knocked down with one blow...

"Hey, wake up..." Wen Ning bent down and pushed him, and had to call his name, "Li Beichen, do you still know anyone?"

The drunk man opened his eyes in confusion. His eyelashes were as sharp as knives, and one look could kill him.

But now, those beautiful eyelashes were soft, covering his dark pupils.

He couldn't see clearly the person in front of him, and the beautiful face was suddenly near and far away, but the soft scent of her body penetrated his nose, making him realize that this was a woman, and the smell was still so familiar.

It seemed to make his dead heart beat again.

Her voice also sounded like that woman.

"Ning Ning... why are you here?" He bared his teeth in pain and smiled weakly at her, thinking he was dreaming, "Is it night now?

I like the night best. Only at night can I dream of you, and only in dreams can you be willing to come to me. You don’t hate me, don’t scold me, and give me charity and a smile.”

"..." Wen Ning pursed his lips, as if there was something stuck in his throat.

Listening to him murmuring in his sleep, I felt a little uncomfortable and my head became confused.

She decided to ignore his drunken look and said, "Stand up."

The man didn't respond at all.

Wen Ning was speechless, was he drunk to death?

Seeing injuries all over his body, she gritted her teeth, unable to do anything but leave him alone.

Finally, I bent down and helped him stand up.

Li Beichen staggered and tried to push her little hand away, but carefully said carefully, "Don't touch me, Ning Ning, I'm dirty... don't make your hands dirty too."

"Stop talking nonsense." Wen Ning had to stop his moving hands, "Where do you live now?

I'll call you a cab."

However, she noticed that there was heat and fluid on her hands. When she lowered her head and looked down, she discovered that there were two shocking large gashes in his palms.

Knife wounds, pools of blood flowing!

Her heart trembled, her eyes became complicated, and finally she couldn't help but said, "Forget it, I'll take you back."

"No, it's so late... You should go back and spend time with your child."

Li Beichen said incoherently, staggering forward with long legs, trying to push her away.

But the entangled big hands and small hands could not be separated for a while.

Wen Ning felt like he would fall to the ground at any time.

She frowned and endured it for a while, but couldn't bear it anymore. She was so irritated that she forcefully dragged him over, crossed the road, and directly stuffed him, a big man, into her BMW.

She sent a text message to Fang Ying to lie, saying that she had something to do, and started the car.

In the rearview mirror, she glanced at the man lying on the sofa in the back seat. He was too tall, and the originally spacious seat suddenly seemed narrow. His long legs were bent, and he seemed to be drunk to death.

Wen Ning smelled the smell of alcohol and was speechless. How could he drink like this?

Passing by a drug store, she immediately parked her car and went down to buy some iodine gauze and trauma plaster.

Thinking of this, I can't even ask where he lives now?

Wen Ning drove directly to a business hotel.

After finally carrying the heavy man into the elevator and sending him to the room, she threw him onto the sofa.


Chapter completed!