Chen Xiyang saw that she did not say a word, and his face looked somewhat gloomy.

An Hao held onto his hand and asked somewhat nervously: "What's wrong? "Did he make things difficult for you? On the job..."

"Nope." Chen Xiyang pushed her hand away without leaving a trace: "Let's go, let's go receive the guests. We can't both hide here and chat."

An Hao was about to say something, but when he opened his mouth, Chen Xiyang had already left. He picked up a glass of red wine from the waiter's side and walked into the guest center, starting a new round of toasts.

An Hao frowned, seeing him drink red wine like he was drinking mineral water, she felt a little guilty. It seemed that He Xigu was making things difficult for her, otherwise why would he drink her wine like this?

Thinking about that man from before, An Hao felt a wave of disgust. She was sure that she hadn't even seen him before, so why would he look for trouble with her at her wedding?

He thought that he would be able to avoid Lin Lang at today's wedding, but who knew that Lin Lang did, and even encountered such a lunatic, as well as that darned Xia Lan, who would understand?

God forbid she should have a happy wedding?

In the process after that, An Hao kept a close eye on Chen Xiyang's emotions, all the way until the end of the wedding, he did not feel better, and thus drank a lot of wine, appearing drunk.

An Hao was really worried, but she couldn't say anything to comfort him. It was even because this was an occasion today that she couldn't stop him from drinking.

It wasn't until he returned home at night that An Hao finally completely relaxed and helped Chen Xiyang to sit on the bed. He took off the jacket on his body and reproached: "Hey you, what kind of things can't be solved? Then why pour himself wine? If you drink too much, you won't feel well. "

Chen Xiyang looked at her unblinkingly, but did not say a word, and only watched her silently.

An Hao felt uncomfortable looking at her, and asked puzzledly: "Why are you looking at me like that? "Strange."

Chen Xiyang was helpless as he continued to look at her, standing in front of her and allowing her to stare at him as she pleased.

If she could persevere for even a minute, An Hao would definitely not be able to take it. She was so tired from busying herself throughout the day, she simply did not have the energy to waste time on drunkards.

She patted his head and softly asked: "Chen Xiyang, I'll go and take a bath for you now. Go and take a bath, then we'll go and sleep alright?"

"Sleep?" Chen Xiyang finally had a reaction, he rolled his black eyes, lowered his gaze, and said softly: "Zhang Ailing said before, the passageway to the woman's soul is Yin. "Now that there's a way to get to you, will you hand over your soul to him?"

An Hao's hand was still caressing his soft body. Her hair was soft, but her entire body was stiff.

Chen Xiyang looked up at her, his lips pulled into a slight smile: "If I never go your way, will I never be able to touch your soul and get your love?"

An Hao's body started to uncontrollably tremble. She slowly retracted the hand she placed on the top of his head, lifted her lips and laughed bitterly: "We have already been friends for four years, and I've already asked you to marry me three times. Don't you feel that you have no conscience by saying that you can't get my love?"

She poked him in the chest and asked him, "Do you not know whether I love you or not?"