Madam Li's Identity Is Exposed Again!-Chapter 1823 - 1813: Taking the Initiative to Call Her
Two hours later, Si Chen was already slumped over from drinking.
He mumbled Lin Anxin’s name painfully.
The cold-faced man expressionlessly picked up the wine glass and poured himself another drink. After downing it in one gulp, he picked up the mobile phone discarded by the drunkard beside him, found Lin Anxin’s phone number, and called.
The first call wasn’t answered.
He patiently dialed the second time.
This time, it was answered.
"Second Floor of Xiting Clubhouse, come and pick him up if you don’t want to see him die here!" He was simple and direct.
After finishing, he hung up the phone abruptly, tossed the mobile phone back onto the drunkard.
After dealing with the whole bottle of red wine, he instructed the staff beside him, "Watch over him."
Then he got up and walked away without looking back.
Huo Yi had been waiting downstairs for a long time, and when he saw him come down, he immediately approached, "Master Jue."
As soon as he got close, he smelled the strong alcohol on the man’s body, involuntarily frowning, with a bit of urgency in his expression, he asked, "Master Jue, you drank?"
Master Jue hadn’t eaten much these past few days, his stomach was already weak, relying entirely on stomach medication.
Drinking now was undoubtedly self-destructive!
Li Beijue was indeed self-destructive, the turmoil in his stomach suppressed the turmoil in his heart, his dark pupils seemed both sober and drunk. His eyebrows were knitted together due to the discomfort in his stomach, his thin lips let out a low hum, as a form of reply.
Seeing his pale lips, Huo Yi didn’t say more, quickly pulled open the car door for him, "Master Jue, please get in the car."
Li Beijue bent down and got into the car.
The car steadily headed towards the hotel.
On the way, the man sitting in the back kept playing with his mobile phone, several times his fingers touched the only name in his contacts, then swiped away.
The kick from the red wine isn’t strong when first consumed, but slowly hits later.
His temple buzzed with a swelling sensation.
Dammit!
Li Beijue pressed down on his throbbing temple, the spot where his stomach was also hurt as if being stirred. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead, his thin lips tightly pressed, staring at the mobile phone as though wanting to glare that name out into a flower.
Chi Enen.
Chi Enen.
Chi Enen.
Dammit, his head was filled with Chi Enen. Her name, her face, her voice. Every cell in his body screamed to see her, to enter her body, to prove she was still his!
He pressed his thin lips so forcefully that the bloody taste spread between his lips and teeth.
He gripped the mobile phone tightly, as if only then could he slightly control his terrifying possessiveness.
Who says after breaking up two people have no relation?
Who says after breaking up he can’t care if she has a new relationship!
Even if he and Chi Enen broke up, Chi Enen was still his!
The repressed agitated feelings of several days seemed to find an outlet, he tightened the corner of his mouth, his falcon-like eyes full of obsession.
Yes!
Even if they broke up, Chi Enen was still his!
He looked down again at that phone number, his finger moved and naturally dialed it.
"Beep..."
The alcohol from the red wine had completely evaporated into his blood.
Li Beijue’s vision blurred, yet he pressed his thin lips tight, preferring the taste of blood, he stubbornly dialed that number.
"Beep..."
His eyebrows knitted tighter and tighter. His stomach as well, cold and sharp pain.
Just as the phone was about to hang up, the person on the other side finally picked up—
