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After a long while, he finally said, "So the Qiao family's young miss likes this kind of exciting place?" What? Do you want to indulge yourself again before the wedding? "

He emphasized the last few words and enunciated them clearly. The people around him could not help but turn their gazes towards Qiao Xinran, and a trace of sneer appeared on their faces.

Qiao Xinran slightly raised her brows, looking displeased, "What's wrong? What do you care about my personal freedom? Or are you jealous that I've come to this place? "

"Jealous? "Haha …" Han Mo laughed coldly, as if he had heard something funny. "Eldest Miss, what do you want to do? Or do you think you deserve my attention? "

"Since you don't care about me at all, then it just so happens that this wedding is meaningless. Why don't we take this opportunity to cancel it?" Qiao Xinran turned her head, she did not even bother to look at him.

"What did you say?" Cancel the wedding? " Han Mo was slightly taken aback, but his face had already revealed signs of irritation. "Who do you think you are? You think you're qualified to make this request with me? "

Qiao Xinran couldn't help but clench her fists. This man's words were too annoying. She wasted such a pretty face for nothing!

She wasn't a person who liked to lose her temper, but as he pressed on, the small flame in her heart suddenly flared up. "Since you're not interested in me and I'm not interested in you, then why should we get married?"

"Interested? Indeed not. "However …" Han Mo hesitated for a moment, but then smiled charmingly, "This marriage, is also a must!"

"The one with the surname Han!" What exactly do you want!? " Qiao Xinran felt a burning anger, she wanted to tear the face in front of him into pieces!

Looking at her furious expression, as if he was a furious little lion cub, Han Mo only felt that his mood was exceptionally good. "If you beg me, I'll tell you …"

"You …" Qiao Xinran's tightly clenched fists had already started to swing, but after looking at the people behind him, she remembered what Mo Shanshan had said just now. She raised her fist and slowly lowered it again. After all, she wasn't a fool. Even though she knew the disparity in strength between her opponent and herself, she still charged forward.

Moreover, if he kept pestering him because of his impulsive actions, it would be a huge loss.

He took a few deep breaths to suppress his anger. "Shan Shan, let's go!"

As he said that, he pulled Mo Shanshan and was about to leave. But as his body staggered, he was pulled back by Han Mo. Because he had used too much strength, he was directly pushed into's embrace.

"Want to leave?" What kind of place do you think this is? If you want to come, you can come; if you want to leave, you can leave! "

Qiao Xinran felt as if she had hit a wall, and her nose was hurting. Just as she was about to get angry, she felt that this hug was so familiar, even the smell of his perfume seemed to have smelt it somewhere before.

"You can leave if you wish, but …" Han Mo looked at the woman in his arms, who was stunned. He felt that it was even more funny and wanted to tease her even more.

"But what?" Qiao Xinran rubbed her nose that was in pain, and asked unhappily.

Han Mo glanced at her, then turned and whispered a few words to the waiter at the counter. In less than two minutes, the bar was already filled to the brim with beer. Looking at it, there were actually some beer that couldn't be counted.

Han Mo laughed sinisterly, "It's just a game, if Miss An does not dare, I will not force you." "It's just that about the wedding …"

"Will you cancel the wedding if I drink?" Qiao Xinran looked at him, and said coldly.

Han Mo slightly creased his brows, and lazily replied, "This will depend on how this young master is feeling …"

Qiao Xinran was so angry that the roots of her teeth were itching, she wanted to wave her fist and break the smile on her face, but she suppressed her anger and said, "Alright, I will drink!"

If she met this man today, she wouldn't be able to leave! Besides, she didn't want to be looked down upon by him.

He picked up his first glass of beer and downed it in one gulp. Next, the second cup, the third cup …

Seeing that half of the wine cup had become empty, Qiao Xinran's face also started to turn slightly red. Her two cheeks seemed to have been dyed red by a red glow, giving off a kind of soul-stirring beauty.

Mo Shanshan could not watch any longer, and walked over to her side and gently advised, "Xiao Ran, don't drink anymore, if you continue drinking, you won't be able to take it anymore!"

Qiao Xinran smiled faintly at her, but ignored her. She turned her head, glared fiercely at Han Mo, and gulped down another cup.

The bitter liquid slid down her throat, making her feel dizzy. Her stomach was already starting to feel uncomfortable, but she still stubbornly drank one cup after another. However, her speed clearly slowed down.

She had to drink it even if she had to! She absolutely could not marry such an aloof and arrogant man!

Even if there was a slight possibility of annulling the engagement, she would still risk it all!

When the last cup of wine was poured into his stomach, his stomach began to spasm. Qiao Xinran heavily placed her wine cup on the counter and rushed into the washroom while covering her mouth.

She vomited until the sky went dark. This was the first time she drank so hard.

As if she was about to puke her stomach out, Qiao Xinran felt as if golden stars were shining in front of her eyes. She felt light on the top of her feet, and every step she took felt like she was stepping on clouds.

He managed to stand up using the door frame, but the moment he opened the door, his legs gave way and he collapsed onto the floor without any strength left in him.

The cold ground and pain that she had imagined didn't hit her, but a warm embrace held her tightly.

Her eyelids felt heavy as if it were filled with lead. Qiao Xinran could only vaguely make out the outline of Han Mo, and then, she fell asleep.

Seeing that the woman in his arms was not the least bit cautious, Han Mo slightly frowned, but he immediately carried her by the waist, and walked out of the bar.

Mo Shanshan who had rushed over saw her best friend being carried away by Han Mo and wanted to chase up, but was stopped by a few black-clothed men.

"Xiao Ran …" Mo Shanshan softly shouted at the back of the figure, and the few black-clothed men stepped forward, scaring her to the point where she hurriedly shut her mouth, not daring to say another word.

Not knowing why, but seeing such an excellent man like Han Mo carrying his best friend and leaving, she was not in the least bit in a good mood.

Why was she not in his arms?

As the sky darkened, a silver moon hung in the dark sky.

Qiao Xinran slept soundly on a soft bed. Her long eyelashes slightly trembled, and her face was bright red, as if she had wiped away a good rouge.

Her long black hair was let loose gently, as if it was covered with a fine piece of brocade.