At the moment when he understood the meaning of Luo Jiujiang's words, Shao Lan would rather not understand anything.
He struggled to arrange and combine Luo Jiujiang's words, trying to piece them together into different shapes.
However, no matter how he fiddled with the words of this sentence, the reality was still like blood, dripping in front of his eyes.
Just like the split words, for a while, Shao Lan only felt that even his three views were on the verge of being broken.
-How did that happen? Shao Lang was speechless.
- Why did it become like this? ! Shao Lan was puzzled.
At that moment, the sky and the earth were spinning, the high-hanging palace lanterns radiated soft light, and the lights swayed softly through the rotating shell of the painting of ladies. Brains swirling out of the brain.
At a certain moment, Shao Lang felt faintly dizzy, so angry that the sky was cold.
He subconsciously touched the top of his head, thinking he was bald.
However, the next moment, he immediately reacted: he is not bald, he is green!
When Shao Lan spoke, he didn't notice it himself, but he was trembling even when he spoke. He raised a hand at Luo Jiujiang and scolded him in disbelief: "You, you are shameless!"
Luo Jiujiang looked at him in amazement.
"It's quite self-aware, is this your self-introduction?"
A bunch of buzzing thoughts rushed into Shao Lan's mind frantically, and each thought had a protracted clue, but he could only vaguely feel the reason for each thought.
Under the powerful stimulation, Shao Lan's logic finally collapsed completely.
"You are my boyfriend!" Shao Lan shouted.
"Keep your voice down." Luo Jiujiang reminded him neither lightly nor seriously, "It's broken, it's too early, your brain as big as an almond doesn't remember anything."
Shao Lan was stunned for a moment, and then said sadly, "I'm not good enough for you?"
"That's it. Apart from cheating and derailing and being jailed for three days without food, you haven't had a chance to do more scumbags yet."
Shao Lan's lips trembled twice, and he grabbed a handful in the air, as if trying to catch a messy thought.
"Qianling is the person I like, he is my boyfriend..."
This sentence was interrupted by a cold voice from behind.
"Sorry, I don't understand what you're saying."
In an instant, it was like a stream of ice water that had just thawed pouring into Shao Lan's body.
Standing behind him is Han Qianling, who is tall and jade-like and wears a windbreaker of the same style as Luo Jiujiang.
Han Qianling frowned slightly, he lightly adjusted his collar and leaned back slightly, a gesture that was extremely disgusting to Shao Lan.
His tone of voice was quite polite, but his voice was as cold as ice: "Mr. Shao, I don't think my performance has been so misunderstood?"
There was a question sentence in his mouth, but Han Qianling read out the tone of a declarative sentence.
Shao Lan's lips were so white that there was no blood for a while, he turned around in despair, and just standing upright, Han Qianling's windbreaker of the same style as Luo Jiujiang pierced his eyes.
"Be polite, Mr. Shao." Han Qianling warned, "The person you yelled at just now is my friend."
"… "
The scene was as silent as a grave for a while, but the manager who had just been standing behind Han Qianling took two steps forward, breaking the silence.
"Sorry, Mr. Han, this gentleman was making a fuss here just now. He said he was your friend when he made a reservation..." The manager whispered a few words, explaining why he had invited Han Qianling over.
"Of course the person I entertained is my friend." Han Qianling said coldly.
Just as Shao Lan raised his head in surprise, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs were pierced by Han Qianling's words again.
"But this one—I have seen him, but am I responsible for the actions of anyone I see on the street?"
Shao Lan: "…"
Han Qianling waved to Luo Jiujiang across Shao Lan: "Let's go," after a pause, he changed his name, "Jiangjiang."
Luo Jiujiang burst out laughing, he hummed, and walked over Shao Lan quickly, completely ignoring the unnatural twitch of the man's elbow, regardless of whether Shao Lan wanted to hold him while passing by.
The manager respectfully sent Han Qianling and Luo Jiujiang away, and then turned back to Shao Lan with a slow expression.
The guests who came in and out of this private restaurant were either rich or expensive, and they knew this, so they wouldn't carry Shao Lan and throw it out.
The manager just politely presented Shao Lan with a VIP card, saying that he was offended today, but there were other guests dining in the boxes on both sides of the corridor, so it was forbidden to make noise.
Seeing that Shao Lan's face was not very good, he also gave a free pot of borneol tea, and then asked Shao Lan politely if it was still suitable to eat in this state.
If Shao Lan insisted on eating, there was nothing he could do, but there should be two more security guards at the door of the box, lest this person get windy again and suddenly shout "I am the earth's boyfriend after the sun passes the earth" or something.
How could Shao Lan still have the heart to eat! He's going to be hungry!
He is now burning his heart, liver, spleen, stomach and kidneys with a fiery fire, his stomach is slowly being pushed by the anger, his brain is churned into a bowl of paste, and the same style of windbreaker of Luo Jiujiang and Han Qianling flashes repeatedly, and Han Qianling's cold and disdainful Faces, and the most heart-wrenching word "Jiang Jiang".
Seeing that he didn't show that he wanted to eat here, the manager was relieved, and he still had a good-natured smile on his face.
He called the doorman to transfer the car to Shao Lan, and personally took the guest to the door, but he thought in his heart that the god of plague was finally sent away.
The two doormen bowed to the rear of Shao Lan's car, but when they got off work that night, they still remembered this strange guest.
This man entered the door in high spirits, and got out of his mind. When he left, he saw that his hall was green, and even the sound of footsteps was gray.
A doorman said with a smile: "When he left, he looked like a dog."
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On the other side, the atmosphere here in Hanqianling and Luojiujiang is pleasant and friendly.
After walking past the corner that accommodated Shao Lan, Han Qianling's expression suddenly softened. He smiled apologetically at Luo Jiujiang and explained, "I didn't mean to..."
Luo Jiujiang said with a smile, "I've never heard anyone call me that, but it's still very fresh when I hear it occasionally."
Han Qianling slightly bent his eyebrows, his clear eyebrows were as soft as the new spring springs in the early Spring Festival when his smile stretched out.
The system's announcement sound was long overdue at this time: [The target character's regret value has reached 40, and the host should make persistent efforts. ]
Luo Jiujiang almost forgot that there was such a thing, and after hearing it, he asked two more questions: [The value of regret can still be quantified? ]
[Can. ] The system gives a standard answer: [Regret value has a benchmark line, whether it reaches the benchmark or exceeds the benchmark, it is recorded as a full score of 100. Using the baseline as the standard, divide the equivalent data. ]
Luo Jiujiang nodded, understanding.
Soon, he remembered one more thing: [Is there any regret when I knocked on his forehead before? ]
The system answered mechanistically and in good order: [Yes. But the last regret was nine o'clock, and the system stipulated that it would not be broadcast below ten o'clock. ]
[Is it worth nine o'clock to regret being beaten? He is too fragile. ] Luo Jiujiang was a little surprised.
[The early regret value is easier to rise. ] The system explained it, and couldn't help but say: [In addition, what he regrets is not what he did wrong, but why he didn't kill you earlier. ]
Luo Jiujiang was overjoyed when he heard it: [It turns out that this can also increase the regret value? Wouldn't that be better! ]
System: […] It has an ominous foreboding…
Soon, Han Qianling accompanied Luo Jiujiang back to the box.
Looking at Luo Jiujiang who was dining opposite, Han Qianling's eyes flickered slightly.
He never asked Luo Jiujiang what kind of grievance he had with Shao Lan. But he can actually guess a little bit of the secret.
After all, the other party looks so similar to himself, and Han Qianling people are not blind.
Han Qianling didn't know much about Shao Lan before, but he only met him a few times at parties during his study abroad, and he said two words casually. Later, there was some cooperation in work. No ill will either.
However, after today, the situation is completely different.
He didn't expect that Shao Lan could still be so arrogant in this kind of private club... And thinking about Luo Jiujiang's sentence "deceived and imprisoned for three days without food" before, he couldn't help making Han Qianling's eyes sink.
He still didn't know why Luo Jiujiang appeared so coincidentally in Shao Lan's villa when he was invited.
But through Shao Lan's shock at the time, his first reaction was to ask the bodyguard to take the person back and lock him up, so the truth was already revealed.
After contacting Luo Jiujiang with a short sentence, the truth revealed in it made Han Qianling's back feel cold.
It's not that he hasn't seen darker things, but for some reason, he can't tolerate the same thing happening to Luo Jiujiang subconsciously.
Luo Jiujiang always gave him a familiar feeling... As if Han Qianling looked at him so kindly, not only because Luo Jiujiang's music could cure his illness, but because they used to know each other.
like now-
Luo Jiujiang flipped the turntable lightly, and a steamed yellow croaker stopped firmly in front of Han Qianling. Han Qianling looked up at him subconsciously, and saw Luo Jiujiang raising his glass slightly, blinking at himself lightly.
"This is delicious." Luo Jiujiang said with a smile.
Han Qianling nodded, then picked up a chopstick and tasted it, and it was still delicious as he always liked.
He didn't notice that the corners of his lips had been slightly raised at some point.
After dinner, Han Qianling tapped on the table lightly, attracting Luo Jiujiang's eyes.
In fact, he didn't have to do such an action at all, because Luo Jiujiang's consciousness had been locked on him almost all the time since they met.
"Jiujiang," Han Qianling called out Luo Jiujiang's name in a calm and natural tone, "I want to hear, do you have any thoughts on the future?"
Luo Jiujiang smiled: "Yes."
Shao Lan in the distance could not anticipate the sign of impending doom.