Chapter 1185 - He Asked Her to Scram (2/2)

“Wow!”

The shouts and cheers continued.

“Brother Xiao, is it black?”

Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows. “Blue.”

Xia Yanran looked back at Xiao Yi and Xiao Yi looked at her with dark eyes. “Miss Xia, there is no unchangeable thing in this world. If you don’t cherish it, there will always be someone to replace it.”

Xia Yanran’s hands that hung by her sides slowly clenched into fists.

She did not look at Xiao Yi anymore and under the eyes of the people, she walked to the coffee table and picked up the shot gla.s.s. “Since I got it wrong, I’ll take the punishment.”

She was about to drink the first shot, when a hand reached over and grabbed her wrist.

Xia Yanran raised her head and looked at Zhen Mi who was standing beside her.

Zhen Mi took Xia Yanran’s gla.s.s with her other hand. “Enough, I’m the one who called Miss Xia over, so I’ll have to look after her. I’ll take these ten shots for her.”

Zhen Mi was unrestrained and did not even let Xia Yanran drink a drop. After finis.h.i.+ng ten gla.s.ses, she wrapped her arm around Xia Yanran’s shoulders and sat on the sofa.

The third round of the game, it was Zhen Mi’s turn and she fell onto one of the young men.

Zhen Mi was not interested in him. After asking, the young man did not answer and she did not force him. So, she drank another ten shots as punishment.

The alcohol was very strong and Xia Yanran helped her to sit down when she saw that Zhen Mi’s face was flushed red.

“Miss Zhen, I’ll go get some sober-up tea for you?”

Zhen Mi pulled Xia Yanran’s hand and patted the back of her hand. “It’s fine.”

“I’ll be fast.”

Zhen Mi was unable to change Xia Yanran’s mind and she nodded with a smile. “You’re so thoughtful.”

Xia Yanran only dared to let out a breath after getting out of the room.

Fortunately, she did not have to partic.i.p.ate in the last round of the game.

After asking for sober-up tea from the front desk, Xia Yanran returned to the room and found that both Zhen Mi and Xiao Yi were no longer in the room.

Xia Yanran suddenly felt slightly fl.u.s.tered.

A young man saw Xia Yanran’s puzzled face and burped, saying, “Zhen Mi’s drunk and President Xiao helped her to a room upstairs. I think only President Xiao can handle a woman like Zhen Mi.”

The sober-up tea in Xia Yanran’s hands spilled all over the ground.

The suffocating pain in her heart surged like a tidal wave. She came out of the room and walked down the hallway like a headless fly.

There was a hotel above the clubhouse. Did Xiao Yi really take Zhen Mi to a room?

Xia Yanran went out of the clubhouse and crouched on the fountain ledge in a dazed stupor.

Not wanting to let her imagination run wild, since she was sitting there doing nothing, she took out her phone from her bag and called Xiao Yi.

The call got through the first time, but n.o.body answered.

Her heart sank down to the pit of her stomach.

She then called the second time.

It rang for some time and just when she thought that no one was going to pick up, the call was connected.

But the person on the other end of the line did not speak. Through the receiver, Xia Yanran seemed to feel his breathing.

It did not sound like the breathing of someone doing that kind of exercise.

Xia Yanran looked up at the hotel. She did not know which room he was in and she could not see him. But hearing his breathing, her tears could not help falling down.