An Ning walked forward and said to the door panel. "Instructor Zhou, can you open the door?"

In the room, there was another messy sound of wine bottles falling to the ground.

It was obvious that a bunch of bottles was knocked down and then quickly became quiet.

An Ning knew he heard it, and continued. "Instructor Zhou, I found it very surprised that you locked yourself in the room and drank without caring about the feelings of your relatives. Because you are very responsible and know how to take care of others. I didn't expect that you are so willful at home, which makes everyone anxious with you."

With a 'click', the door opened, and Zhou Chen, whose face was flushed and his eyes were covered in blood, glared at her with alcohol. "Who said I drank too much, I didn't drink too much."

The door opened, and Zhou Chen also came out to speak.

Zhou Chen’s grandparents, Yu Qiuhua and Zhou Chen’s two aunts all breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, I also have a little more favorable impression of An Ning.

After all, they all said that Zhou Chen didn't even have a sound.

On the contrary, this little girl made Zhou Chen speak in just a few words.

Isn't this very capable?

An Ning’s goal has been achieved. “Since you haven’t drunk too much, you should know more rationality and don’t worry those who feel sorry for you anymore.”

After saying that, she turned around and was about to leave.

But after taking two steps, Zhou Chen grabbed him. "Don't leave."

Without giving An Ning time to react, he tried his best and pulled An Ning into his arms.

The strong smell of tobacco and alcohol made An Ning feel nervous. "What are you doing? Let go of me quickly."

She struggled hard and pushed him hard.

But where can I resist Zhou Chen's strength?

Zhou Chen hugged her without moving, sucking the fragrance of lemon on her body hard. "You like me, even if you don't want to admit it, I know, otherwise you wouldn't hear me drinking too much and come over to see me."

"Don't think too much, I just feel sorry for your mother, it has nothing to do with you." An Ning shouted vigorously.

"Excuse." Zhou Chen said vigorously.

An Ning really doesn’t know whether to cry or laugh. Why are Zhou Chen and Yu Jingchen both self-righteous?

No wonder it was the uncle and nephew.

"You must say that I'm an excuse, so good. Let me tell you another reason. Because you are Yu Jingchen's nephew, I came. Otherwise, even if you drink to death, I wouldn't frown."

Zhou Chen was hit hard, and he refused to admit defeat and said, "That's because you didn't give me the chance to get along with you. If you give me the chance, you will know that I'm more suitable for you than my uncle."

"Mystery, arrogant." An Ning didn't want to talk nonsense to him anymore, so she said to Yu Qiuhua directly. "Sister, please let him let me go."

Yu Qiuhua said to her son. "You can let go of Miss An, otherwise your uncle will definitely be very angry when he knows."

"Why am I afraid of him getting angry?" Zhou Chen said willfully. "Originally An Ning should be my girlfriend, mine..."

"It's funny." An Ning smiled sarcastically after hearing this, completely treating Zhou Chen as a lunatic.

"You don't believe it, do you?" Zhou Chen asked.

"certainly."

"Actually, I knew you earlier than my uncle, and I liked you a long time ago." After that, Zhou Chen took out a photo from his pants pocket and handed it to An Ning.

An Ning was stunned when she looked at the young girl in the photo.

This is a photo of her when she was fifteen or sixteen years old.

"How come you have it?"
Chapter completed!